"My dear, my precious Pip, my goal has always been to make you the strongest being in the universe."

Eirik sighed, shaking his head. "But now, your progress in magic... It’s slower than even my support casters. What’s going on?"

A troubling thought struck him.

"Could it be... Pixie’s holding back on her own magic training to give more resources to her husband and son for the sake of her family?"

With that in mind, Eirik immediately summoned the estate’s bookkeeper for answers.

After a thorough investigation, he was left utterly speechless.

As suspected, Pixie had barely consumed any Elemental Stones or magical resources for personal training.

However, the total resources she had used weren’t lacking at all—quite the opposite.

It was an odd contradiction, but the truth became painfully clear: she wasn’t spending those resources on magic. She was spending them on pure indulgence.

New estates, exotic beasts, rare plants—anything expensive, she invested in it.

Her lifestyle could only be described as *extravagant beyond measure*.

Not that Eirik cared about the wealth. Resources were just numbers to him.

What really frustrated him was how much *time* she had wasted on these luxuries.

"You’re a Savant-tier mage, not an immortal! Even Savant-level beings can grow old and die without continued progress in magic! How can you afford to squander your lifespan like this?"

The other female players couldn’t help but sigh in exasperation at Pixie’s antics.

A *Savant*-tier mage was a dream for every magic user.

Most would train relentlessly, hoping to ascend to the Grandmaster level. Yet Pixie? She spent her days indulging in frivolous pleasures.

"At this rate, you’ll run your poor husband into bankruptcy!" someone quipped.

Pixie, oblivious to the gossip, returned to her room and checked her *simulation interface*—and instantly grew furious.

"This stupid automated system is out of control!" she raged.

"How dare it waste my lifespan like that? If I’m going to indulge, I want to *personally* enjoy it!"

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To be clear, Pixie wasn’t against having fun. She just hated the idea of not being in control of it.

After all, she had reached the *Savant* tier. Why shouldn’t she enjoy life?

Facing the criticism from others, Pixie boldly proclaimed in the world chat:

"Didn’t someone say that a lifespan only has meaning if it’s spent freely?"

"Ridiculous," Elvynna muttered coldly.

In her latest simulation, she had only recently broken through to the *Savant* level—without Eirik’s help, no less. Pixie, despite reaching the same rank much earlier, hadn’t made any meaningful progress since.

In fact, when it came to combat ability, Pixie was *far behind* Elvynna.

Elvynna had devoted herself entirely to mastering magic.

Initially, she had thought her chances of success were slim.

But now, seeing Pixie squander her potential like this, Elvynna’s heart filled with hope once more.

Savant-tier beings might live longer, but *eventually*, they still died.

And when Elvynna reached the *Grandmaster* level, Pixie would be long gone.

Then, nothing would stand between her and Eirik.

---

*【Your husband, Eirik, has offered you advice on improving your magical skills.】

*"Darling, in the blink of an eye, centuries have passed since we first met. It feels like just yesterday when I laid eyes on you for the first time. But even for magic users like us, time is fleeting. Even Savants will one day turn to dust. We must always strive for greater heights..."*

*【Under the moonlight in the estate garden, Eirik shares his thoughts with you over a glass of wine.】*

Pixie nodded slowly, her heart moved.

He was right. Even a Savant wouldn’t live forever. If she wanted their love to endure, her magic couldn’t stagnate.

Inspired by Eirik’s words, Pixie vowed to work harder and put an end to her reckless lifestyle.

Seeing his wife’s determination, Eirik let out a deep sigh of relief.

"She’s finally come to her senses!" he thought joyfully.

Though they had wasted centuries, it wasn’t too late for her to change.

With Pixie at the *Savant* level, this was already farther than Eirik had reached in any of his past simulations.

If she could break through to *Grandmaster*, the rewards would be beyond anything he could imagine.

Satisfied with their renewed resolve, Eirik eagerly suggested they *retreat into secluded training together*—in every sense of the word.

---

But as centuries passed once again, Eirik found himself utterly bewildered.

Even after all that time, Pixie’s magic remained *stuck at Savant Level 1*.

In the past, her slow progress was understandable—she wasn’t even training. But now?

They had spent every day together, training diligently, with Eirik acting as a catalyst to boost her progress. Yet she hadn’t advanced an inch.

"Now I get it," Eirik thought bitterly.

"This is why Pixie never bothered with magic in the simulation—because it doesn’t work!"

But still, he couldn’t understand. Why was her magic development so stagnant?

Could she really be the kind of protagonist cursed with terrible talent? Was there some ancient spirit parasitizing her soul, draining her elemental power?

Of course, that was just a joke. With their abilities, they would have sensed such a thing long ago.

"It’s probably just her talent..." Eirik mused.

Even back when she first ascended to the Savant rank, she had struggled greatly. She only succeeded because of the *world rule bonus* Eirik provided.

Now, despite being a Savant, her limited talent had become an insurmountable bottleneck.

"Ugh... Did I really marry someone destined for a trash-tier growth arc?" Eirik groaned inwardly.

Pixie, however, was even more frustrated than her husband.

"It’s bad enough that I couldn’t progress before... But now I’m training nonstop, and I *still* can’t level up?! What kind of cosmic joke is this?"

Meanwhile, the world chat was abuzz with laughter.

Pixie had dominated early on, ever since she landed Eirik， *the invincible gold card*. She had been winning non-stop, basking in the envy and admiration of others.

Now, though, the tide had turned, and people were eager to see her fall from grace.

"I knew it—Pixie doesn’t deserve Eirik," someone said gleefully.

"In the beginning, the difference in their power levels wasn’t obvious. But now? She’s a deadweight dragging him down!"

"Eirik should have been mine!"

"Restart the game already! Stop wasting our time—I can’t wait to be with Eirik myself!"

"Even with Eirik boosting her, Pixie hasn’t made *any progress*. No matter how powerful that gold card is, it can’t carry someone like her!"