Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"..."

"Is it okay to die?"

"..."

"I get it, looks like you're sick!"

An Ran wasn't cursing; she genuinely believed that Ji Er had a mental illness, otherwise she wouldn't have acted this way.

"Open your heart and let me see!"

Jill, sitting on the ground, shook her head.

"No."

"Let me see, don't be shy!"

"Absolutely not!"

An Ran asked, "Do you really want to just keep going down this path of depravity?"

"It's fine as it is now. Anyway, I don't want to become an invincible powerhouse. This level of strength is enough to protect myself. When the time comes, I just need to find someone who is willing to take care of me and get married."

Jill snorted and turned her head away, no longer looking at Anran who had been toying with her.

"You're dreaming! With that attitude, you're destined to be single forever!" An Ran mocked.

"Why!"

Jill puffed out her chest in front of Anran.

"Is your chest not big enough? Is your figure not good enough? Is your face not a 9 out of 10?"

She even deliberately wiggled her chest.

Immediately, a surge of waves erupted.

Emmm...

Enraged, Anran immediately pinned Jill to the ground.

He ravaged her severely.

"You're oversimplifying things. Otherwise, how could you still be single?"

Jill said, "That's because I'm a shut-in!"

"Heh, it seems you have some self-awareness. Let me tell you the truth: those who can afford to support you look down on you, and those who appreciate you can't afford to support you. If you don't change, you'll be all alone for the rest of your life."

"I don't believe it!"

An Ran sneered, "Actually, that's what you think too, isn't it? You just don't want to admit it. Even if someone stands up and says they like you now, do they really like you? They're just lusting after your body!"

"..."

Jill paused for a moment: "Say what you will, anyway, living a life of leisure and waiting to die is my dream."

She adopted a "what's the worst that can happen?" attitude.

An Ran was completely at a loss.

What could she do?

Should I reprimand Jill like her father did?

"I'm truly impressed by you!"

Anran climbed off Jill.

“How about we make a deal?” she said to Jill beside her, gazing up at the sky in the virtual space.

We can't afford to escalate the situation, otherwise the mission will become even more impossible to complete.

"What deal?"

"Jill asked curiously."

"I'll take care of you, and then..."

"what!"

Jill, who had just been lying on the ground looking powerless, suddenly jumped up.

He was full of energy.

This perfectly illustrates the saying, "If you keep talking about this, I won't be sleepy anymore."

"What did Lord Anran just say?"

Jill knelt beside Anran like a loyal maid, her eyes filled with an incredible light as she looked at Anran.

An Ran repeated, "I said I'd take care of you, but..."

"That's wonderful!"

Jill interrupted Anran, and she was so happy she almost jumped up.

As long as I can live a carefree life and don't dislike my partner, that's fine.

She not only didn't dislike An Ran, but even thought she was a wonderful person.

Because Enron is rich!

And he's incredibly rich.

Even if the transdimensional world goes bankrupt, doesn't the empire still have its treasury?

"I agree!"

"Jill said loudly."

She doesn't mind engaging in lesbian relationships, and An Ran is so busy that she definitely doesn't have much time to spend on her.

This is absolutely perfect!

"Don't be too happy yet, there are conditions to what I'm saying."

“Conditions, what conditions?” Jill asked.

As long as it's not too outrageous, just agree.

That's what she thinks now.

"If you can advance to the Grandmaster level, I'll guarantee..."

"what?"

Jill's eyes widened.

"Grandmaster, you just mentioned Grandmaster, right?"

Anran nodded.

"That's asking for too much. How about you lower it a bit, like the G130?" Jill complained.

If she could advance to the Grandmaster level, she could just join any organization and legitimately freeload off others, right?

An Ran's eyes flashed with a dangerous light: "You're G131 now, aren't you?"

Jill's expression changed.

Unexpectedly, they were found out.

That's really strange, she clearly didn't go all out.

"Grandmaster! I will only do that if I reach the Grandmaster level!" Anran said resolutely.

Is there absolutely no room for negotiation?

"Jill asked."

"no!"

"Never mind then, I'll just lie back down."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jill decisively lay down next to Anran.

With his hands resting on his chest, he looked as if he was about to fall asleep peacefully.

"..."

Can't you have even the slightest bit of ambition?

Anran doted on Jill just like a father would.

Who is this person?

An Ran could only back down: "If you want me to lower my demands, then tell me why you are unwilling to use Plague Storm."

She really wanted the [Skill Copy Card] from the mission rewards, as it was an extremely rare and high-level item.

She had obtained one before, but this copy card can copy skills up to level 200.

In other words, she can copy any skill that isn't a Star Domain Overlord's exclusive skill.

"Don't laugh at what I'm about to say," Jill said.

An Ran nodded: "I promise."

After all, she is a professionally trained talent.

"Actually, because I've always had a hard time controlling the elemental power within me, especially when I first started learning Plague Storm..."

When his master was cheated on, he was immediately sent to the emergency room and almost didn't survive.

My senior brother was cheated on, and with a face that looked like it was about to melt, he didn't dare to show his face to anyone for a month. When he finally came out, he grabbed Jill and beat her up.

My senior colleague was cheated on. She had already failed more than ten blind dates in a row, which caused her great emotional trauma. This time, she almost became a recluse.

Besides, countless junior brothers and sisters were also affected, and countless small animals in the sect died tragically at Ji'er's hands.

Jill instantly became the most unpopular person in the sect.

After her master passed away, she became completely withdrawn.

“I didn’t want this to happen either,” Jill murmured. “But I can’t control myself. My master said I was the most talented disciple she had ever seen, but later I realized that was just her way of comforting me to save face. I’m just a weakling who can’t control my power and doesn’t even understand elemental combinations. Anyway, there’s no point in trying, so why bother?”

Is it really because you're bad at the game that you can't control your strength?