In this simulation cycle, Elvynna failed to win over Eirik, but she wasn’t one to give up. She had been relentlessly studying magic, learning as if possessed. Thanks to her experiences from the previous lives, her progress in this life wasn’t exactly slow either.

Yes, the knowledge from past lives carried over into the next simulation. It was both realistic and logical—after all, as the number of simulations increased, Elvynna in the real world began accumulating countless insights and experiences from those past iterations.

If she kept making the same foolish mistakes as in her first life, the new simulations would no longer reflect reality!

Now, armed with wisdom from her past lives, Elvynna had advanced to **Practitioner Lv8**!

"The upcoming battle at **Starlight Range**... perhaps I’ll have a chance to join in," she thought, her eyes narrowing with contemplation.

She suspected that Pixie might soon make a grave mistake. Her whole family could end up captured or killed by the Emperor’s envoy. And if that happened, Elvynna would finally have her moment.

All she needed was the right opportunity—rescue Eirik in secret, and maybe... just maybe, she could win her husband back.

During her silent cultivation, Elvynna had also come to a crucial realization: **Pixie, despite her cleverness, had a fatal flaw—she lacked true talent.**

Though Pip was currently progressing quickly under Eirik’s guidance, Elvynna wasn’t convinced the girl could reach the **Savant level** of a mage. There was still a big question mark hanging over that.

"I lost the first battle... but I’ll live longer than you. And when you’re gone, isn’t he still going to be mine?" Elvynna’s lips curled into a cold smile.

What’s the point of acting so arrogant now? You’ll never reach the Savant level, meaning you can only live a few hundred years at best.

Elvynna, however, wasn’t just a Savant in her past life—she had reached the legendary third realm, **Grandmaster**!

...A few hundred years is nothing but the blink of an eye for someone like me. I’ll outlast you. And with time on my side, I’ll be the one who spends the longest with him.

If Eirik knew what she was thinking, he might not be able to hold back a gasp.

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**Is this really happening?** Competing for him based on **who could live the longest**?

“Pip, send me the map to Starlight Range. If I can make it in time, I might lend you a hand,” Elvynna said calmly in the world chat.

“...You want to help me?!” Pixie was taken aback.

Since when was Elvynna so generous?!

“Elvynna-senpai, even after everything, you’re still willing to help me?” Pixie blinked in disbelief. She had sensed the threat looming from the Emperor’s envoy, and if Elvynna was serious about helping, it would be a great boost.

But could she be trusted? Pixie had her doubts.

“It’s not a big deal. So what if you stole my husband? It’s just made me realize that mastering magic is what truly matters.”

Now that Elvynna had confirmed her next course of action, she spoke with calm detachment.

**Pixie?**

In Elvynna’s eyes, she was nothing more than a **future skeleton**—a walking corpse with a countdown ticking away.

It was like how a long-lived human views a mayfly. **Why waste energy getting mad at something so insignificant?**

Elvynna’s cold demeanor matched Pixie’s memories of her senpai—aloof, indifferent, and single-mindedly focused on magic and cultivation.

It had only been in the last few simulations, when Eirik’s warmth had melted Elvynna’s icy exterior, that she had started to change. Elvynna had even spent countless years searching for a way to resurrect him in some of her lifetimes.

“Are you really not interested in stealing my husband anymore?” Pixie asked cautiously.

**Your husband?!**

He was mine to begin with, you thief!

Elvynna almost lost her composure, but she quickly reined in her emotions and answered in a flat tone, “Oh, I’ll steal him—if you die. With someone as talented as Eirik around, it would be a waste not to take him.”

“That’s true. Even if it’s not about romance, who wouldn’t want to be around someone with Eirik’s talents?” Pixie murmured, hesitating for a moment.

She knew Elvynna’s offer to help might come with strings attached—Elvynna could be planning to earn Eirik’s gratitude by showing up at just the right time.

After all, acts of kindness during moments of crisis leave a lasting impression.

After some deliberation, Pixie sighed and sent Elvynna the map to Starlight Range.

**Let’s see what you can do.** Our love is unshakable—there’s no way you can come between us!

And truthfully, Pixie needed all the help she could get.

Though Elvynna was only at **Practitioner Lv8** right now, Pixie knew she couldn’t be treated as just any ordinary Practitioner. Elvynna had reached the Grandmaster level in a previous life. With her help, their odds of victory would undoubtedly increase.

“I can’t believe little Elvynna is being so generous. Even with her help, though, the outcome doesn’t look promising,” Selene muttered, shaking her head.

Her words quickly received seven or eight likes, showing that she wasn’t the only one who doubted the plan.

The gap between a Savant and a Practitioner was simply too vast—it was hard to imagine how Eirik’s group could pull off a win.

“We’ll win!” Pixie whispered fiercely, clenching her fists. But deep down, uncertainty gnawed at her.

Both she and her husband **had to survive**. She knew that if she died first, someone would definitely steal Eirik away.

And if Eirik were to die... what would be the point of her simulated lives after that?

“Hehe, things are heating up! I love a good fight—this game just keeps getting better!”

Some anonymous spectators added gleeful comments.

Little did anyone know that the one making these enthusiastic remarks was none other than the quiet and introverted **Liora**.

At that very moment, Liora sat in a dark chamber beneath the city, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, making her look like something out of a horror film.

But if one looked closely, they would see that beneath the disheveled hair was a pale, delicate face. Despite the eerie setting, Liora’s beauty was undeniable—she wasn’t truly ghostly, just deeply eccentric.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched the game unfold, a stark contrast to the shy and silent persona she projected in public.

**Yes, Liora was an enigma—outwardly timid and quiet, but with a chaotic soul craving excitement and conflict. In some ways, she was like Harley Quinn, reveling in the chaos around her.