Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

When Song Yuan woke up again, she found herself lying on a single iron bed with a thin towel covering her.

Her outfit was no longer the little black dress and Doc Martens she wore when entering the game; instead, she wore a simple, dark blue dress with sleeves that reached her elbows and the cuffs were so tight that they left faint red marks on her fair skin.

She sat up and looked around; it was a place that resembled a student dormitory. Qiao Ran wasn't here.

The room was small, crammed with more than thirty identical iron-framed bunks, each covered with straw mats and blankets folded into neat squares. Small, firm pillows were neatly arranged without a single wrinkle, resting securely at the head of the bed.

The air was filled with the smell of burning mites, indicating that the students had recently aired their blankets.

[Ding~ Welcome to the game "Angel's Heartbeat"]

[Player Name: Song Yuan]

[Initial Health: 100]

[Spirit Value: 100]

Luck Value: 0.01

Appearance rating: 79

Attack power: Unknown

Agility: Unknown

[Wisdom: 87]

[Skills: None]

[Weapon: None]

Overall Rating: D

[Dungeon Difficulty: ⭐⭐⭐⭐]

This is a four-player instance. Participating players: Handsome is my sin, Please maintain social distancing, Rose Witch, and I'll survive for as long as I can.

[Read the chapter description now: This is an orphanage in a certain country in the 19th century, and you are one of the children in this orphanage.]

When surrounded by danger and the uncanny, a child's body always makes one feel insecure. In this orphanage, the nuns and priests hold absolute authority; please obey their orders. Disobeying will result in severe punishment, just like the other children in the orphanage.

[Clearance Condition: Return the Angel's Heart]

After the system announcement ended, Song Yuan noticed something else amiss. Her hands and feet... seemed to have shrunk? They were noticeably smaller than before.

She stood up, and sure enough, her already low field of vision seemed even lower. Song Yuan quickly realized: this looked like her height when she was twelve or thirteen...

"What's going on...?"

She sat down and put on her shoes: white stockings paired with black shoes, a very traditional look. Just as she finished, a girl dressed similarly walked in.

"Ah! You're finally awake!"

The little girl was very pretty. With blonde hair and blue eyes, she ran towards Song Yuan like a little deer and happily took her hand.

"Thank God! You're alright. You still don't understand what happened, do you?"

The little girl was actually speaking English—after all, the background of this instance was probably based on a Western country during its Golden Age. Although Song Yuan had never been to school, she had taught herself foreign languages ​​and was quite adept at everyday communication.

The little girl had a pair of bright, round, black eyes:

"You suddenly fainted just now when Sister Margaret was leading everyone in reciting the Bible in the temple!"

Then she instructed the girls to take you back to the dormitory to rest.

"Really?" Song Yuan looked thoughtfully at their tightly clasped hands. "Who are you? Are we close?"

She spoke in Chinese, trying to see if the other person could understand her. The girl immediately puffed up her cheeks in anger:

"Seriously, Song Yuan. What are you talking about? You're acting like you don't recognize me. I'm Dorothy, aren't we best friends?"

It seems the NPCs have an automatic translation system. They can understand what the player says, but conversely, if the player doesn't understand a foreign language, they won't understand what the NPCs are saying.

If your system needs translation, then at least make it bidirectional! What's the point of making it one-way?!

These days, if you're not educated, you can't even play games!

[Ding~ Character Encyclopedia Unlocked]

Dorothy: A cheerful and lively girl. She entered the orphanage at the same time as you and is your childhood friend. You grew up together and are very close.

Song Yuan said "Oh—" and nodded knowingly, "It's nothing, I remember now. Thank you for your concern."

Dorothy smiled sweetly, took her hand, and led her to the door. "You're welcome. Let's hurry, Sister Margaret is waiting for you. Today is inspection day; if you make a mistake, you'll be punished!"

Song Yuan let her pull her outside: "Inspection day? What kind of day is that? Who's coming to inspect?"

Dorothy nodded, a hint of fear appearing on her young face. "Yes, I heard that people from the church and the government are coming this time. It's going to be an unsettling day, isn't it? And I also heard..."

She looked around to make sure no one was there, then carefully took Song Yuan's arm and whispered in her ear, "During the last inspection, Nellie from the next dormitory was whipped on the calf by the nun. The next day, when she saw the adults from the government, she couldn't help but cry, and as a result, she was punished by the nun by having her head shaved."

She nestled against Song Yuan like a fragile little animal, raising her hand to protect her beautiful blonde hair with empathy: "It's terrifying! If I were subjected to such severe punishment, I definitely wouldn't have the courage to live."

"Yeah?"

Song Yuan casually responded to her. Outside the dormitory was a large courtyard with a small fountain in the center. Sunlight shone on the dancing water, reflecting a rainbow of colors. She released Dorothy's hand, walked to the fountain, and looked at it, discovering that she had indeed shrunk:

She's probably only eleven to thirteen years old now. Her princess cut is gone, replaced by a neat, straight fringe. Her black hair is braided into two pigtails, hanging solemnly down her back.

She pinched her little braid and murmured to herself:

"It seems the management system here is very strict."

Dorothy stamped her foot and trotted over: "Oh dear, let's not talk about this now! We...!"

She suddenly hissed. Song Yuan looked up and saw a middle-aged woman in a black ankle-length robe walking towards her.

She looked to be in her forties, with narrow eyes, a hooked nose, and a face as white as flour, with clear fine lines at the corners of her eyes and cheeks; she wore a classic black and white nun's habit and walked with a leisurely pace. As she approached, Dorothy quickly greeted her in a low voice:

Good afternoon, Sister Margaret.

Good afternoon, child.

She nodded to Dorothy, then cast a stern look at Song Yuan. Song Yuan was very sensitive to micro-expressions; she could tell that the gaze held no concern, but rather only disgust and resentment.

"How are you feeling now, Song Yuan?"

The Chinese name "Song Yuan" sounds a bit strange when pronounced with an English accent, but Margaret obviously wouldn't notice.

"I hope you are well now. Thank God, God has blessed you. I have told you that hunger and disease are tests that God brings upon us, but you could not withstand them and fainted in front of everyone. This is your sin."

Due to her shrunken body, Margaret's not particularly tall figure appeared as imposing as a mountain in front of Song Yuan.