Yann and Niya

Meanwhile, triumphantly victorious, Yann and Niya returned amidst the fearful gazes of the crowd—back to Niya's small abode.

"Why did you withdraw earlier, Yann?" Niya inquired as they returned to the room.

Yann's character was certainly not one to retreat, as evidenced by his daring act of slapping the Sahem family's members. To make Yann afraid? Sorry, such a thing didn't exist in this realm.

"Of course, it's because the situation was a bit unfavorable," Yann explained, removing his armor to reveal his tentacled form. "Don't be fooled by how easily I defeated Aksei. If I were to face Clark, it wouldn't be so straightforward. The biggest difference between a fourth-tier warrior and a third-tier warrior is that fourth-tier warriors already possess qi within them. They can infuse qi into their weapons or bodies to unleash it."

If those who had witnessed Yann's heroic battle in the arena saw his tentacled form now, they would surely scream in horror.

Who could have imagined that beneath the black armor lay such a grotesque, even in a sense, vulgar creature! In the Roland Continent, tentacled creatures symbolized evil, lewdness, and degeneracy. They were associated with obscenity, depravity, especially an interest in young girls!

Niya nodded. The only clear boundary between magicians was the amount of magical power they possessed and the potency of the magic they could unleash. Unlike the strict system among warriors, Niya still knew about the differences in levels among them.

She hadn't read those books for nothing...

Niya didn't mind Yann's tentacled appearance. "So, you mean you didn't have confidence in winning against him?"

Yann smiled, or rather, his mouthless face did. "Defeating him? I'm quite confident about that! After all, I'm a former sovereign lich, even losing to a fourth-tier warrior would be a disgrace for me. My name, Yann, would be a laughingstock in the Undead Realm!"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to dwell on past glories? Besides, your name sounds really unpleasant, completely meaningless." Only in Yann's presence would Niya be so candid.

"Humph, what do you know? Yann's name carries deep significance!" Yann didn't intend to explain his name further. It was his eternal pain. "Defeating Clark isn't difficult, but I must activate the magic on my magical weapons. However, doing so would expose our secret. It's common sense not to reveal one's wealth, isn't it? If others find out that I'm wearing magical weapons, we'll be in endless trouble."

Magical weapons in the Roland Continent were like luxury cars such as Lamborghinis, Ferraris, or Bentleys in Yann's previous world—they symbolized status and power. Once an unknown person was found to be carrying so many treasures...

It was like a ten-year-old child holding the world's largest diamond in the world's most chaotic robbery hotspot!

"...?" Niya fell silent for a moment before asking, "Then what's the purpose of creating these magical items if you can't use them?"

"They are useful! We're forced to use magical items. Usually, I'm enough to protect you!" Yann replied in a nonchalant manner.

Yann didn't know that his inadvertent remark about "protecting you" had stirred up such emotions in Niya's heart, emotions she had never experienced before.

"Protect...," Niya blushed, murmuring softly.

Niya's behavior seemed odd, Yann wondered in his heart, could something have happened?

"Um, what's wrong?" Yann asked Niya with concern.

"N...nothing...nothing at all!!" Niya suddenly grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at Yann, then swiftly jumped onto the bed, covering her head with the blanket.

Really strange, women's hearts are like the deepest sea. Yann shook his head, feeling inadequate in terms of knowledge despite living for three lifetimes.

Yann had no idea that a conspiracy against Niya was unfolding. For now, Yann's only concerns were how to rebuild his physical body and how to unlock the seal within Niya's body.

Currently, neither of these tasks seemed feasible. The required materials were too precious. Although Yann and Niya were now considered wealthy, these materials couldn't simply be bought with money. More than wealth, luck was needed.

Just like when someone encountered Yann in the auction house bidding for and buying the seventh-tier bloodline magic. This was a stroke of luck.

Niya, you really make me worry. Yann looked at the fair-haired girl lying on the bed with a smile.

The next day, it was time for classes.

Yann couldn't stay by Niya's side all day long. For example, during class time, he had to obediently stay in Niya's room and read. Meanwhile, Niya had to go to the classroom to study.

But this didn't mean that the connection between them was severed. Due to the contract, as long as there was an emergency on Niya's end, Yann would receive a signal!

Today, as Niya walked to her class, she experienced a completely different treatment than usual!

Those classmates who used to ignore her would now nod and smile at her. Even the teachers looked at her with smiles on their faces.

Niya, of course, responded with smiles and greetings.

Deep down, Niya felt somewhat emotional about these changes.

Reality was indeed harsh. She used to be the last-ranked student, so besides those who coveted her beauty, no one liked to talk to her.

However, after Yann's heroic act of slapping Aksei in the arena yesterday, no one dared to underestimate Niya anymore. Now, Niya's combat power ranked first among the first years!

A magical pet that could easily defeat even a third-tier warrior was like a cheat in the first and second years. Even Raily, who used to pick on Niya, didn't dare to do anything as she passed by Niya's position, simply sneaking away.

Niya's prestige had been established.