H̵̟̐à̴̻n̴̞̳̈̈́a̷̳͐͋̿'̵̬̍̐́s̶͓̀̐͘͜ ̷̡̱͎͐S̸͎͕̈̊u̷̟͉̺̅̈́b̵̛̹̳̏̌c̵̦͗͆̑o̷̤͌͆n̵̨̝̒ͅs̷̤͛͊̊c̵̛̙͓̦̽̍i̸̬͕͓̽́o̶̲͖̬̅̂̓u̷̟̖̗̓ș̷͎̒̕

'Who the hell is Elyxia?! Why is she even helping me? And first of all, why did someone try to read my mind out of nowhere? Is the information about [Manaheart Node] so valuable that they would try to steal it straight from my brain?!'

'And seriously!? Did she really give me enough XP to evolve!? Why is she doing all this for me?'

Still in disbelief about the whole situation, I do the only thing I can think of at the moment: call for Elyxia.

'...Elyxia!!! Can you hear me?! Please... let's talk?'

I keep silent for a few moments, waiting for a response, but as always, I'm left without answers or any kind of information. Alone again, I have to deal with this situation.

'What does this blessing [Daughter of the World] do? I can't analyze this thing...'

Frustrated by the lack of information, I turn to the only thing I’m still familiar enough with to deal with right now—the ever-familiar evolution screen.

'Well, let's see what we've got here...'

{Evolution options} [FeyWeaver] - #Null //No Data Recorded// ❝デ[̷̺͐͐̈ʄ̴͓̫̍̆ɛ̴̹̓̅ʏ̶̛̹̖̈́ա̶̡͓̈́̑̓ɛ̷͓͐̋ạ̸̘̈̄͑ʋ̶̣̜̌́ɛ̴͇̦̌͘ͅ]̶̻͉̞́ ̷̩̠̿-̶͙͋ ̶̙̮̠̀̇̍ʊ̴̬̻͡ռ̸̥͗ɨ̵̬̘̃ͅզ̶̤͋͟ʊ̵̞̗̫̀͠ɛ̷̨̛̮═❞ C̷̙͛̉h̵̢̫̰͎͓̾͗̊̃̚ȯ̵̡o̶̺̗̼̒͘s̵̨̥̙̳͕͗̄̾̓ë̸͔̞́̇͊́̄ ̶̈́̌̍͐͟a̶͙̫͈̪̽̎̃̾n̶̬͋̆o̸̤̩̰͕̘͂̅ṱ̸͔̀͐̓͗̄h̷̛͙̺͇̟̺̓͌͝e̵̜̟͆͡r̵͎̰̆,̶̱̮̩̻́͌̽̊͜ ̶͉̈́C̵̗͙̃͋h̵̰̉͊̏͝͡o̷̱͒̇̎̒o̴̢̠̻̔̇͟͝͝s̵̼͑e̷̱͖͗̏͛͘͘͜ ̷̜̣͉͗̓̚̕͜a̷̗̓͝͡͠n̸͇̪̪̑̉̀̀o̶͇̞̠͚̤̔̽̈́t̵̗̳̲̭̑̌̕h̵̢̺̳̟̙̓́͂e̶̢̲͐͗̕ŗ̸̭̞͆̈,̷̨͇̮̓̒̇ ̵̗͈͈͍̓͋Ć̸̲́͗͛̕h̵̩̙̭̚ô̸̢͔͕̬͖̾͛̒̚o̵̬̱̹̯̅̆͘͟s̵̘̰͆̓̓͠ė̷͔̟̞́̿͘͝ ̷̧͓͚̹͛͐̔̈́̋a̷̢̩̪̚͠n̴͕͉̳͍̒͟o̵̧̦͍͕̗͊̕̕͠t̸͎͚̦̅̌͠h̵͇͚͕͐̇͜ê̶̢̲̱̯̪͊̔r̸̨̯̤̳̀̑̏,̴͙̩̞͑̈́̔͡ ̷̧̞̩͒̆̚Ç̵̗̾̇̈͋͝h̵̢̧͉̠̜̀̈́͒o̴̩̥̜͓͙̓o̶͕͔͊͗͟ş̴̳̰̉̈́̂e̶̢͙͓͑̊́̂̚ ̴̬̓͐͐͊͠a̶̳͍͖͈̤͂̅̋́n̷̘͐̍͘ơ̶̦̱̱̝̊̇̃͟͠t̴̥̻̳̅̌̓̾h̷̲̽e̴̢͈̣͙̓̆́̚r̴̲̔̂́̀,̴͓̗̅͗ ̷̜̤̍͋͟C̷̫̊͐͐͝h̴̰̾̿̇ǫ̸͓͙͕̩͡ö̶̬́̌͜s̸͇̈́̅̀̑̾ě̷͍̮̝̮͕ ̸̟̼͙̽͝ä̴̩̝̩̓͜ǹ̸̛͔̘̘͋͒o̸̼̖̥͔͉͋̂̿̆t̶̛̻̻̹̾̔͠h̶̥̀͋͑͜ĕ̸͔̙͒͡r̶̢̮̩̽̊̚͡,̶̥̈̍̒ ̸̺̅̏͟C̵̍ͅh̴̝̜̺̔͘͝o̷͔̥͚͚̹̎͐͊o̴̻̓͗͋s̴͕̟̬̣̯͋́̏͂̿e̴͔̮̹͘͝ ̶̹̲͓͇̭̊̾͊a̵̱̳̖̓̅́͘͠n̸̘̓̀̚o̵͎̾͐̄̅͟t̶̘̅̇͘͡h̸̗͎̮̬̬͗̔̉e̷̬͌̅̑r̴͈̰̾̓̀,̴̨̢͇̲̦͛͋ ̵͖̌̀̋C̵̣͗͆ĥ̷͍̭̯͈̩́̈́͑ó̸̧͇̌́͗͝ò̸̢̲͆̇͑͟s̴̱͔͎̊̌̏̌è̵̫̱̓́ ̴̩̻́̓͂͘͝a̸̱̺̖͎̓n̴̨͉͝o̴̭̞͠ẗ̸̞̩̤̹̘́̓̉ḫ̸͌͑͑e̶̢͓̤̅͌͠͡r̷̩̪̞̞̗̀͡,̵̨̈́̍̏̕ ̴̧̻̪͔̌̋̕Ċ̷̠̭̙̜͕̓̄h̴̡̭̭̬̀̆͝õ̷͈̟̫̗͌̔͒͠ő̵̢̼̬̘̬s̴̘̰̋̏ë̷͔͔́̒̒̚ ̸̝̘̖͍̲͐̌a̸̢͖̰͊n̷͕̦̲̞͂̄́͝ǫ̷̡͆͡t̶̩̊̇̕h̴̯̋͝͝ḛ̸͒ŕ̸͉̬̯̍͜,̸̖̎̉͛ ̴͕̠̖̈́͛̐͋C̴͉̮̬̮̠͆̔h̷͉́̔ơ̴͕͈̯̲o̶̰͔͓͗̀̋̈́̍͟ŝ̵̼̯̂̃ẽ̴͎̾̇̾͆ ̷͎̥̺̟̓͐͛̆̍a̶̦̦͉̐͆͟n̸͎͎͍͎͒o̶̜̊ț̶̢̢̣͉̒̿͐͗h̶̻̭̽̊̅̄͝è̴̖͎̜͎̒̋̕͝r̷͕̟̊̐̉̓͝,̴̡͕͖̦̠̋̍̕͡ ̴͓͗̏̎̓͒ͅ 𝚠̷̛̳̭́̈́̕͝ͅ𝚑̶̣̓̍̍𝚊̵̛͖̦̗́͟𝚝̵̭͍̑̈̋̅͟͝𝚎̶̡͚̯̮̯͊̿̿͝͝𝚟̶͔̣̇̾̓͝𝚎̷̜̦͔̹̟̎̽̚͝͝𝚛̶̖̽͛̍ͅ ̷̲̝̑̀̚̚͜͝𝚢̸͕̗͆͠𝚘̴̨̔𝚞̷̪̀͛͊̊͠ ̴̡̙̣̈́̕𝚠̸̬͙͓͉̈́̔𝚊̴̦͚̝̰̀̎̌̈𝚗̵̼̱̖͚̰̽́̿̌𝚝̴̳̥͈͌̂ C̷̙͛̉h̵̢̫̰͎͓̾͗̊̃̚ȯ̵̡o̶̺̗̼̒͘s̵̨̥̙̳͕͗̄̾̓ë̸͔̞́̇͊́̄ ̶̈́̌̍͐͟a̶͙̫͈̪̽̎̃̾n̶̬͋̆o̸̤̩̰͕̘͂̅ṱ̸͔̀͐̓͗̄h̷̛͙̺͇̟̺̓͌͝e̵̜̟͆͡r̵͎̰̆,̶̱̮̩̻́͌̽̊͜ ̶͉̈́C̵̗͙̃͋h̵̰̉͊̏͝͡o̷̱͒̇̎̒o̴̢̠̻̔̇͟͝͝s̵̼͑e̷̱͖͗̏͛͘͘͜ ̷̜̣͉͗̓̚̕͜a̷̗̓͝͡͠n̸͇̪̪̑̉̀̀o̶͇̞̠͚̤̔̽̈́t̵̗̳̲̭̑̌̕h̵̢̺̳̟̙̓́͂e̶̢̲͐͗̕ŗ̸̭̞͆̈,̷̨͇̮̓̒̇ ̵̗͈͈͍̓͋Ć̸̲́͗͛̕h̵̩̙̭̚ô̸̢͔͕̬͖̾͛̒̚o̵̬̱̹̯̅̆͘͟s̵̘̰͆̓̓͠ė̷͔̟̞́̿͘͝ ̷̧͓͚̹͛͐̔̈́̋a̷̢̩̪̚͠n̴͕͉̳͍̒͟o̵̧̦͍͕̗͊̕̕͠t̸͎͚̦̅̌͠h̵͇͚͕͐̇͜ê̶̢̲̱̯̪͊̔r̸̨̯̤̳̀̑̏,̴͙̩̞͑̈́̔͡ ̷̧̞̩͒̆̚Ç̵̗̾̇̈͋͝h̵̢̧͉̠̜̀̈́͒o̴̩̥̜͓͙̓o̶͕͔͊͗͟ş̴̳̰̉̈́̂e̶̢͙͓͑̊́̂̚ ̴̬̓͐͐͊͠a̶̳͍͖͈̤͂̅̋́n̷̘͐̍͘ơ̶̦̱̱̝̊̇̃͟͠t̴̥̻̳̅̌̓̾h̷̲̽e̴̢͈̣͙̓̆́̚r̴̲̔̂́̀,̴͓̗̅͗ ̷̜̤̍͋͟C̷̫̊͐͐͝h̴̰̾̿̇ǫ̸͓͙͕̩͡ö̶̬́̌͜s̸͇̈́̅̀̑̾ě̷͍̮̝̮͕ ̸̟̼͙̽͝ä̴̩̝̩̓͜ǹ̸̛͔̘̘͋͒o̸̼̖̥͔͉͋̂̿̆t̶̛̻̻̹̾̔͠h̶̥̀͋͑͜ĕ̸͔̙͒͡r̶̢̮̩̽̊̚͡,̶̥̈̍̒ ̸̺̅̏͟C̵̍ͅh̴̝̜̺̔͘͝o̷͔̥͚͚̹̎͐͊o̴̻̓͗͋s̴͕̟̬̣̯͋́̏͂̿e̴͔̮̹͘͝ ̶̹̲͓͇̭̊̾͊a̵̱̳̖̓̅́͘͠n̸̘̓̀̚o̵͎̾͐̄̅͟t̶̘̅̇͘͡h̸̗͎̮̬̬͗̔̉e̷̬͌̅̑r̴͈̰̾̓̀,̴̨̢͇̲̦͛͋ ̵͖̌̀̋C̵̣͗͆ĥ̷͍̭̯͈̩́̈́͑ó̸̧͇̌́͗͝ò̸̢̲͆̇͑͟s̴̱͔͎̊̌̏̌è̵̫̱̓́ ̴̩̻́̓͂͘͝a̸̱̺̖͎̓n̴̨͉͝o̴̭̞͠ẗ̸̞̩̤̹̘́̓̉ḫ̸͌͑͑e̶̢͓̤̅͌͠͡r̷̩̪̞̞̗̀͡,̵̨̈́̍̏̕ ̴̧̻̪͔̌̋̕Ċ̷̠̭̙̜͕̓̄h̴̡̭̭̬̀̆͝õ̷͈̟̫̗͌̔͒͠ő̵̢̼̬̘̬s̴̘̰̋̏ë̷͔͔́̒̒̚ ̸̝̘̖͍̲͐̌a̸̢͖̰͊n̷͕̦̲̞͂̄́͝ǫ̷̡͆͡t̶̩̊̇̕h̴̯̋͝͝ḛ̸͒ŕ̸͉̬̯̍͜,̸̖̎̉͛ ̴͕̠̖̈́͛̐͋C̴͉̮̬̮̠͆̔h̷͉́̔ơ̴͕͈̯̲o̶̰͔͓͗̀̋̈́̍͟ŝ̵̼̯̂̃ ❝ɢ̸̻͎̟̪̂̑̅̿͝օ̶̣̺̤̔͑͘ ̷̮̬̭̤́͆̅̽̈́ǟ̴͕̼̙̑̎͂͟͝ɦ̷͍̬͕̺̉́ɛ̸͇̅͗̋͠ǟ̸͎̗͂̕ɖ̶̨̹̇̾́͘❞ C̷̙͛̉h̵̢̫̰͎͓̾͗̊̃̚ȯ̵̡o̶̺̗̼̒͘s̵̨̥̙̳͕͗̄̾̓ë̸͔̞́̇͊́̄ ̶̈́̌̍͐͟a̶͙̫͈̪̽̎̃̾n̶̬͋̆o̸̤̩̰͕̘͂̅ṱ̸͔̀͐̓͗̄h̷̛͙̺͇̟̺̓͌͝e̵̜̟͆͡r̵͎̰̆,̶̱̮̩̻́͌̽̊͜ ̶͉̈́C̵̗͙̃͋h̵̰̉͊̏͝͡o̷̱͒̇̎̒o̴̢̠̻̔̇͟͝͝s̵̼͑e̷̱͖͗̏͛͘͘͜ ̷̜̣͉͗̓̚̕͜a̷̗̓͝͡͠n̸͇̪̪̑̉̀̀o̶͇̞̠͚̤̔̽̈́t̵̗̳̲̭̑̌̕h̵̢̺̳̟̙̓́͂e̶̢̲͐͗̕ŗ̸̭̞͆̈,̷̨͇̮̓̒̇ ̵̗͈͈͍̓͋Ć̸̲́͗͛̕h̵̩̙̭̚ô̸̢͔͕̬͖̾͛̒̚o̵̬̱̹̯̅̆͘͟s̵̘̰͆̓̓͠ė̷͔̟̞́̿͘͝ ̷̧͓͚̹͛͐̔̈́̋a̷̢̩̪̚͠n̴͕͉̳͍̒͟o̵̧̦͍͕̗͊̕̕͠t̸͎͚̦̅̌͠h̵͇͚͕͐̇͜ê̶̢̲̱̯̪͊̔r̸̨̯̤̳̀̑̏,̴͙̩̞͑̈́̔͡ ̷̧̞̩͒̆̚Ç̵̗̾̇̈͋͝h̵̢̧͉̠̜̀̈́͒o̴̩̥̜͓͙̓o̶͕͔͊͗͟ş̴̳̰̉̈́̂e̶̢͙͓͑̊́̂̚ ̴̬̓͐͐͊͠a̶̳͍͖͈̤͂̅̋́n̷̘͐̍͘ơ̶̦̱̱̝̊̇̃͟͠t̴̥̻̳̅̌̓̾h̷̲̽e̴̢͈̣͙̓̆́̚r̴̲̔̂́̀,̴͓̗̅͗ ̷̜̤̍͋͟C̷̫̊͐͐͝h̴̰̾̿̇ǫ̸͓͙͕̩͡ö̶̬́̌͜s̸͇̈́̅̀̑̾ě̷͍̮̝̮͕ ̸̟̼͙̽͝ä̴̩̝̩̓͜ǹ̸̛͔̘̘͋͒o̸̼̖̥͔͉͋̂̿̆t̶̛̻̻̹̾̔͠h̶̥̀͋͑͜ĕ̸͔̙͒͡r̶̢̮̩̽̊̚͡,̶̥̈̍̒ ̸̺̅̏͟C̵̍ͅh̴̝̜̺̔͘͝o̷͔̥͚͚̹̎͐͊o̴̻̓͗͋s̴͕̟̬̣̯͋́̏͂̿e̴͔̮̹͘͝ ̶̹̲͓͇̭̊̾͊a̵̱̳̖̓̅́͘͠n̸̘̓̀̚o̵͎̾͐̄̅͟t̶̘̅̇͘͡h̸̗͎̮̬̬͗̔̉e̷̬͌̅̑r̴͈̰̾̓̀,̴̨̢͇̲̦͛͋ ̵͖̌̀̋C̵̣͗͆ĥ̷͍̭̯͈̩́̈́͑ó̸̧͇̌́͗͝ò̸̢̲͆̇͑͟s̴̱͔͎̊̌̏̌è̵̫̱̓́ ̴̩̻́̓͂͘͝a̸̱̺̖͎̓n̴̨͉͝o̴̭̞͠ẗ̸̞̩̤̹̘́̓̉ḫ̸͌͑͑e̶̢͓̤̅͌͠͡r̷̩̪̞̞̗̀͡,̵̨̈́̍̏̕ ̴̧̻̪͔̌̋̕Ċ̷̠̭̙̜͕̓̄h̴̡̭̭̬̀̆͝õ̷͈̟̫̗͌̔͒͠ő̵̢̼̬̘̬s̴̘̰̋̏ë̷͔͔́̒̒̚ ̸̝̘̖͍̲͐̌ 𝚜̸̮͉̃͠𝚝̵̲̤̌̈͊͟𝚒̸̢̭̦̼̏𝚕̴͇̙͈͔͗̎𝚕̵̡̙̃́̑ ̷̞͎͖̫͍͒̈́̈͡𝚊̶̭̗̃̌͜ ̴̛̼͖̝̈́̀͗𝚕̴̗̭͓̐𝚒̷̳̽̉̀̈́͊𝚝̵̫̋̑̉͋̕𝚝̵̧̛͓̲͇̐̔͜𝚕̶̬̗̲̒͊𝚎̸̛͖͋͒ ̸̡̙̗̔̚𝚖̶̘̬͔̖̄̆͡𝚘̴̢̗̪̜͑́̃͆̌ͅ𝚗̷̭̱̍͒́𝚜̵̪̯͈̼͝𝚝̴͍̚𝚎̷͎̱̂̿͋͝𝚛̸̪̥͗̈ C̷̙͛̉h̵̢̫̰͎͓̾͗̊̃̚ȯ̵̡o̶̺̗̼̒͘s̵̨̥̙̳͕͗̄̾̓ë̸͔̞́̇͊́̄ ̶̈́̌̍͐͟a̶͙̫͈̪̽̎̃̾n̶̬͋̆o̸̤̩̰͕̘͂̅ṱ̸͔̀͐̓͗̄h̷̛͙̺͇̟̺̓͌͝e̵̜̟͆͡r̵͎̰̆,̶̱̮̩̻́͌̽̊͜ ̶͉̈́C̵̗͙̃͋h̵̰̉͊̏͝͡o̷̱͒̇̎̒o̴̢̠̻̔̇͟͝͝s̵̼͑e̷̱͖͗̏͛͘͘͜ ̷̜̣͉͗̓̚̕͜a̷̗̓͝͡͠n̸͇̪̪̑̉̀̀o̶͇̞̠͚̤̔̽̈́t̵̗̳̲̭̑̌̕h̵̢̺̳̟̙̓́͂e̶̢̲͐͗̕ŗ̸̭̞͆̈,̷̨͇̮̓̒̇ ̵̗͈͈͍̓͋Ć̸̲́͗͛̕h̵̩̙̭̚ô̸̢͔͕̬͖̾͛̒̚o̵̬̱̹̯̅̆͘͟s̵̘̰͆̓̓͠ė̷͔̟̞́̿͘͝ ̷̧͓͚̹͛͐̔̈́̋a̷̢̩̪̚͠n̴͕͉̳͍̒͟o̵̧̦͍͕̗͊̕̕͠t̸͎͚̦̅̌͠h̵͇͚͕͐̇͜ê̶̢̲̱̯̪͊̔r̸̨̯̤̳̀̑̏,̴͙̩̞͑̈́̔͡ ̷̧̞̩͒̆̚Ç̵̗̾̇̈͋͝h̵̢̧͉̠̜̀̈́͒o̴̩̥̜͓͙̓o̶͕͔͊͗͟ş̴̳̰̉̈́̂e̶̢͙͓͑̊́̂̚ ̴̬̓͐͐͊͠a̶̳͍͖͈̤͂̅̋́n̷̘͐̍͘ơ̶̦̱̱̝̊̇̃͟͠t̴̥̻̳̅̌̓̾h̷̲̽e̴̢͈̣͙̓̆́̚r̴̲̔̂́̀,̴͓̗̅͗ ̷̜̤̍͋͟C̷̫̊͐͐͝h̴̰̾̿̇ǫ̸͓͙͕̩͡ö̶̬́̌͜s̸͇̈́̅̀̑̾ě̷͍̮̝̮͕ ̸̟̼͙̽͝ä̴̩̝̩̓͜ǹ̸̛͔̘̘͋͒o̸̼̖̥͔͉͋̂̿̆t̶̛̻̻̹̾̔͠h̶̥̀͋͑͜ĕ̸͔̙͒͡r̶̢̮̩̽̊̚͡,̶̥̈̍̒ ̸̺̅̏͟C̵̍ͅh̴̝̜̺̔͘͝o̷͔̥͚͚̹̎͐͊o̴̻̓͗͋s̴͕̟̬̣̯͋́̏͂̿e̴͔̮̹͘͝ ̶̹̲͓͇̭̊̾͊a̵̱̳̖̓̅́͘͠n̸̘̓̀̚o̵͎̾͐̄̅͟t̶̘̅̇͘͡h̸̗͎̮̬̬͗̔̉e̷̬͌̅̑r̴͈̰̾̓̀,̴̨̢͇̲̦͛͋ ̵͖̌̀̋C̵̣͗͆ĥ̷͍̭̯͈̩́̈́͑ó̸̧͇̌́͗͝ò̸̢̲͆̇͑͟s̴̱͔͎̊̌̏̌è̵̫̱̓́ ̴̩̻́̓͂͘͝a̸̱̺̖͎̓n̴̨͉͝o̴̭̞͠ẗ̸̞̩̤̹̘́̓̉ḫ̸͌͑͑e̶̢͓̤̅͌͠͡r̷̩̪̞̞̗̀͡,̵̨̈́̍̏̕ ̴̧̻̪͔̌̋̕Ċ̷̠̭̙̜͕̓̄h̴̡̭̭̬̀̆͝õ̷͈̟̫̗͌̔͒͠ő̵̢̼̬̘̬s̴̘̰̋̏ë̷͔͔́̒̒̚ ̸̝̘̖͍̲͐̌a̸̢͖̰͊n̷͕̦̲̞͂̄́͝ǫ̷̡͆͡t̶̩̊̇̕h̴̯̋͝͝ḛ̸͒ŕ̸͉̬̯̍͜,̸̖̎̉͛ ̴͕̠̖̈́͛̐͋C̴͉̮̬̮̠͆̔h̷͉́̔ơ̴͕͈̯̲o̶̰͔͓͗̀̋̈́̍͟ŝ̵̼̯̂̃ẽ̴͎̾̇̾͆ ̷͎̥̺̟̓͐͛̆̍a̶̦̦͉̐͆͟n̸͎͎͍͎͒o̶̜̊ț̶̢̢̣͉̒̿͐͗h̶̻̭̽̊̅̄͝è̴̖͎̜͎̒̋̕͝r̷͕̟̊̐̉̓͝,̴̡͕͖̦̠̋̍̕͡ ̴͓͗̏̎̓͒ͅC̷̡̼͙̠͌͌͘h̷͇͕̩̤̔̕ó̵͓̪̲͗͘ŏ̴̹͋̄̓̈́s̸̲̦̎̓̇͠e̷̟̕͟ ̷̪͖̺̆͊̄̈́͟ạ̵̪̬̥͇̅̊̍̀͒n̴̡̩͔̭̂̈́̃̈͝o̷̱̰̠̓̌͝t̷̤̖̀ͅḥ̷̜̚ͅȩ̷̥͚̎r̸̫̃͆͋̃͝,̶̥͎̺͚́̀͠h̷͉́̔ơ̴͕͈̯̲o̶̰͔͓͗̀̋̈́̍͟ŝ̵̼̯̂̃ẽ̴͎̾̇̾͆ ̷͎̥̺̟̓͐͛̆̍a̶̦̦͉̐͆͟n̸͎͎͍͎͒o̶̜̊ț̶̢̢̣͉̒̿͐͗h̶̻̭̽̊̅̄͝è̴̖͎̜͎̒̋̕͝r̷͕̟̊̐̉̓͝,̴̡͕͖̦̠̋̍̕͡ ̴͓͗̏̎̓͒ͅC̷̡̼͙̠͌͌͘h̷͇͕̩̤̔̕ó̵͓̪̲͗͘ŏ̴̹͋̄̓̈́s̸̲̦̎̓̇͠e̷̟̕͟ ̷̪͖̺̆͊̄̈́͟ạ̵̪̬̥͇̅̊̍̀͒n̴̡̩͔̭̂̈́̃̈͝o̷̱̰̠̓̌͝t̷̤̖̀ͅḥ̷̜̚ͅȩ̷̥͚̎r̸̫̃͆͋̃͝,̶̥͎̺͚́̀͠

To my utter astonishment, as soon as the screen opens in front of me, I am not greeted by five different options, but instead by a completely bugged screen with broken information, where only one option appears: "Viable."

'W-What the hell is this?!? Why are my evolution options corrupted?! Where's the administrator of this dump?!' Damn... The only uncorrupted option is... [FeyWeaver]? The hell is that?! And I don't even have any information about this species at all?! How did this even happen—'

'Elyxia! It had to be her! Who—what is this bitch? Why is she so powerful that she can openly interfere with the system?!'

Looking at the only option, I can't help but think this is a trap, a not-so-subtle way of forcing me down a path I wasn't willing to follow. So, I wonder: what if I choose one of the other options?

I consider selecting one of the corrupted choices, just to see if they were really corrupted or simply unreadable, but I hesitate. If they could really be selected, what would I do if I ended up choosing something bad at random?

'Wretch! Now I can't even choose my own evolutions?!'

I had no control over my reincarnation, couldn’t control the size of the hive, couldn’t keep the kobolds the way I wanted, and couldn’t even get most of my ideas off the ground. But evolutions? Evolutions were different. I had some control over my choices and paths, but now even that has been taken from me.

'If only the [FeyWeaver] had a description, this would be easier. But nothing?! How can anyone make such an important decision with so little information?! And more importantly, if I choose the [FeyWeaver] path, will I lose my reproductive and hive-building abilities like a bee?!'

So many questions and almost no answers. First, I had no idea I could earn XP through discoveries and inventions. Sure, it's hard work, and it seems I only earned XP for being literally the first being in the world to create that, but still, it’s rewarding.

Second, how the hell do I get out of this place? And how did I even get here? I know it has something to do with the [Manaheart Node], but that’s where my answers end. It feels like I’ve been here for weeks, or months, yet at the same time, it feels like time is frozen in a single moment. Nothing happens here—plants don’t change, the sky doesn’t change, and no one shows up. The only things that occur are the "Goo" that tries to get me and the bell that rings from time to time.

And more and more questions pile up—how are the boys? Are they okay? How much time has actually passed? Why did that goo try to kill me? What does that strange being want by trying to read my mind? Why did Elyxia help me, and who is she?

Irritated by everything, I stare at the blue screen in front of me, waiting for my choice, static and frozen in the air.

'You know what? Screw it! I didn’t ask for your help, Elyxia. And you know what? If you think that just because you helped me earlier, you now have the right to mess with me—you’re mistaken, you bitch!!'

Taking a deep breath, I glance nervously at the screen, ignoring the first option. Then, I turn to the four remaining unreadable choices and start thinking of a way to pick between them. I close my eyes, point to the screen, and start choosing.

'Hummm... Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe, catch a tiger by the toe, if it screams, let it go, Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe, you are... IT!'

Opening my eyes, I see my finger pressing on the third column of choices—an unreadable option. But even with my finger on it, the system doesn’t respond.

'That's just perfect... Come on! Work with me, you trash system! Where’s the user support when you need it?'

After repeatedly clicking for a few moments, the system screen starts blinking and glitching. The already strange letters begin to rotate and spin erratically, and suddenly the screen changes to something I’ve never seen before.

[ꓴ̸̹̒̊Ɲ̶͎̒͟Ƙ̵͇̇͛Ɲ̸͙̼̈́̕Ⱉ̴̠̈́Ⱳ̷̳͖̂Ɲ̴̞̒͘ ̶̦̬̽Ƹ̸̠͐Ɽ̶̖̐ͅⱤ̸̲͐͊Ⱉ̵̓Ɽ̴͓͙̄̀

The command: [𝚠̷̛̳̭́̈́̕͝ͅ𝚑̶̣̓̍̍𝚊̵̛͖̦̗́͟𝚝̵̭͍̑̈̋̅͟͝𝚎̶̡͚̯̮̯͊̿̿͝͝𝚟̶͔̣̇̾̓͝𝚎̷̜̦͔̹̟̎̽̚͝͝𝚛̶̖̽͛̍ͅ ̷̲̝̑̀̚̚͜͝𝚢̸͕̗͆͠𝚘̴̨̔𝚞̷̪̀͛͊̊͠ ̴̡̙̣̈́̕𝚠̸̬͙͓͉̈́̔𝚊̴̦͚̝̰̀̎̌̈𝚗̵̼̱̖͚̰̽́̿̌𝚝̴̳̥͈͌̂ ], couldn't be propely executed due to the following erro: Ʉꞥҟꞥꝋⱳꞥ.

An {Administrator} has been notified of the error

'W-what!!! An administrator?!? There's actually such a thing as administrators in this mess?! Why didn’t anyone tell me about this beforehand?! What if they find out I’m not originally from this world and kill me on the spot?! No, no! This cannot be happening. Undo, undo!!!'

[Warning]

Individual {Elyxia} used they administrator privileges to force the evolution of user: {%Null%=@Soul:Hana-002.exe}, with the custom made patch: [FeyWeaver]

'What?! Elyxia was an administrator this whole time?! That’s not fair at all! The bitch not only forced me into an evolution I didn’t want but also labeled me as a stranger .exe file?! And what do you mean by "custom patch"?! Is this even safe?! Like, really safe?!'

A few moments later, the familiar mule kick hit me—this time much more powerful and devastating than before. I soon found myself on the ground, writhing in pain, as the sensation of something crawling under my skin spread throughout my body.

'D-Damn you! How could you do th-this to me?! What have I done to you?! I-I’m going to... I-I’m... going to... I-I’m going to...'

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"Mok!... Can you hear us?!... Mom!"

My body felt heavy, completely different. I felt... strange. I didn’t know where I was, and I heard someone’s voice calling me. I tried to move, but my body seemed paralyzed. I tried to open my eyes, but...

Everything felt heavy, as if I were trapped inside a concrete block. By instinct, I knew this had to be a cocoon, but the sensations were completely different. In a normal cocoon, it was like lying on my back, tied with tight ropes, but now... it felt like I was squeezed inside something.

Forcing my limbs, I soon felt the sensation of something cracking and oozing. I tried to push more, but quickly became exhausted and had to stop. After a while, I kept repeating this exhausting process until I heard the sound of something breaking.

Looking around, I saw cracks forming all over my strange prison. Outside, there were several colored spots moving everywhere, and I could feel as if someone out there was helping me break free.

Pushing my body even harder toward freedom, I eventually managed to shatter the hard shell of whatever was containing me and finally saw the light of day. As I emerged from the shell, the first thing I did was take a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air, before collapsing to the ground, exhausted from my escape.

Looking around, I saw the familiar spots surrounding me, gazing at me with big black eyes. They were talking, saying many things, but all that reached my ears were muffled, meaningless sounds. I was utterly drained, totally... finished.

And soon, I passed out.

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As soon as I woke up, I found myself in my familiar royal room, lying on my bed, wrapped in thin and delicate silk blankets. The most noticeable thing was that everything had (once again) become smaller. I was already used to this by now, but the differences were still strange and difficult to adapt to. The bed, which used to fit about five of me side by side, was now the size of a double bed for an average human. The ceiling, though high, seemed low enough for me to touch with my hands if I stretched a little. The furniture looked like it belonged in a child's toy house, and the door... was missing. It seemed to have been removed so they could put me inside.

"Mom? Are you okay?" asked a royal guard as soon as he realized I was awake.

'The Queen Mother has woken up!! Notify the inner circle!' I could hear through the link.

"Uhn... Boys, how long was I unconscious?" I asked, lifting my arm to my head. But halfway there, I noticed something strange—the absence of two arms and the presence of two unfamiliar arms.

'What the hell is this?!'

Looking at the royal guard who was watching me, I felt a thin line connecting us—the link line. In the past, it wasn’t as palpable as it was now, but without time to think about the implications, I connected to the guard and took over his vision, looking directly at myself from his perspective.

In "my" view, I resembled the boys, but in a very different way. My body was huge and skinny, about one meter tall—around the height of a seven-year-old child. My face was very "insect-like," but without my familiar insect jaws, instead having a mouth similar to a human's. Smiling at the guard, I could see that although the exterior resembled human features, the interior was filled with serrated teeth in rows like those of a shark. My eyes were shaped and sized like human eyes but with interiors similar to insect eyes. I had a completely human nose, but it was more cosmetic than functional. The most shocking change was that my bee "butt," which had always accompanied me, had disappeared, replaced by wide thighs that ended in long, skinny legs. My feet, though still insect-like with claws and a thin layer of hair, had a strange shape that made it look like I was wearing high heels. My two arms looked entirely human, except for the "chitin skin," and my hands ended in a beautiful pair with five fingers tipped with sharp claws, adorned with a beautiful... glove? With pure white hair reaching my wrists, my body was completely "naked," devoid of hair, fluff, or fur, but nothing "obscene" was on display. My entire body resembled a high-end cosplay of an insect woman. The only "fur" I had was around my neck, wrapped like the fur of a royal cape, but my wings were nowhere to be found.

The most shocking thing was the hair. Somehow, I had hair! Or maybe it was just fur on my head? The hair was a familiar brown wax color, matching well with my body’s mix of gold and black, with crystalline, sparkling parts. Gazing at myself in amazement, I almost freaked out at the changes. But then I noticed a disturbing detail about this new form: my "face" was always static, with a slightly smiling expression and eyes half-open in an expression of serenity.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!'

'What happened, mother?!' someone asked through the link.

'Is the queen hurt?!' another one asked.

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'Help the queen!!'

"What the hell? Why is the link in free mode?! What are the beacons and connectors doing?!"

'S-Sorry, Queen Mother! We can’t suppress your waves to a specific ‘Server’! Your presence is too overwhelming for us to control!' said a connector through the link.

"How is that possible?! Wait, I’m not even speaking directly on the link and you can still hear me?!"

'Loud and clear, my queen! As if you were right next to me!' said a soldier miles away.

'It’s an honor to speak directly to the Queen Mother of our hive. I feel honored!' said a random worker.

'Be quiet, all of you. This is pissing off the Queen Mother!' said a guard on the link.

'Where’s Steve? He should know how to fix this problem,' said a builder.

'I’M BUSY TRYING TO KEEP THE LINK UNDER CONTROL, SO THOSE WHO AREN’T HELPING SHUT UP!!!' yelled Steve over the link.

"Damn, is this my fault? Somehow, I guess, because the link was modified? What happened to make me so sensitive to the link? I’ve never been the best while using the link..."

'What do you think? Instead of dwelling on why, you should focus on how to fix this mess! The link is completely out of calibration! Connections are lost, others are damaged. We’ve lost access to information and can’t maintain a stable path through the link!' Steve said desperately through the link.

"Oh shit! What do I do? What do I do?!"

As my nervousness increased, I could actively feel... the link starting to change again, like an ocean bracing for a storm.

'The link is unstable again! Something is happening! We're losing control!' Steve said.

'Shit... I’m the problem... The damn link is being influenced by my emotions...'

'WHAT?! YOU NEED TO GET A GRIP OR EVERYTHING COULD FALL APART!' Steve screamed hysterically through the link.

'Oh shit, I didn’t want you to hear that! Shit, shit! Okay, control yourself, Hana. Remember that high school training on self-control... THIS SHIT ISN’T WORKING. They don’t teach this kind of stuff in schools!!'

I could feel the link collapsing. It was like being a ship in the middle of a stormy ocean, trying to keep myself and my crew safe. Soon, contact with Steve was lost. Looking around, I saw my royal guards collapsing, clutching their heads in pain. The link, once clear, was now cloudy and chaotic. I felt... lost.

'Do something right for once in your life, you stupid idiot! You can’t keep putting your children at risk like this! This is all your fault, and you know it! Fix this now!'

Closing my eyes and trying to focus, I opened them to find myself in an empty, completely black room. Black goo covered the floor and dripped from the ceiling, and I soon understood what was happening.

"The goo!"

As if responding to my words, a mountain of black liquid rose from the floor and began to surround me. It morphed into the shape of a human being clad in a large black cape made of goo. Its face was also made of goo, completely deformed and devoid of any recognizable human features.

'It’s time to give up, Hana. Why drag yourself out for so long? Give up now, die peacefully. You know you deserve it. You shouldn't be here; your very existence is an astronomical mistake. You only bring pain and suffering to those around you. Don’t you remember, Hana?'

As the creature spoke, memories flashed through my mind—bad things I had done in my past life: stealing money from my mother’s purse as a teenager, framing someone at school to avoid punishment, writing horrible things about a girl on a bathroom door next to her phone number, and slashing the tires of an ex-boyfriend’s car.

'No, that doesn’t make me a bad person. I just... I’ve made mistakes, everyone makes mistakes! I’m trying, at least I’m trying! Isn’t that worth something?'

"Who are you trying to fool, Hana? You’re a rotten, horrible, despicable person. You’d do worse if you had the chance. And you really call that trying? What did you do? Dump all your problems onto your children? Decide you were a 'good' person just because you're 'helping' those dogs? You. Are. Trash! You’re not even fit to be taken care of. You only bring problems to everyone and everything. You've angered humans, unknown creatures, your own children, and even admins. ĐĪɆ! ₲ĪꝞɆ ɄꝐ ȺȾ ꝊꞤȻɆ! ꞨȾꝊꝐ ɃɆĪꞤ₲ Ⱥ ɃɄꞦĐɆꞤ ȺꞤĐ ĐĪɆ! ĐĪɆ, ĐĪɆ, ĐĪɆ, ɎꝊɄ ĐɄᛗɃ ɃĪȾȻĦ.' The black slime screamed as it circled me.

'No, no, I—I can do better. I—'

Amidst the creature’s screams and my own tears, I felt something pulling me. Looking down, I saw what appeared to be a 2-3-year-old child who looked like me, with golden hair, black eyes, and tanned skin marked by small scars. He wore a simple silk shirt and looked at me with worried yet frightening eyes.

'You... You are... Hans?'

He felt like Hans, not the "Hans, Hans," as he looked like a 3-year-old human child, but the feeling he gave off was the same as Hans.

"Hans... I’m sorry... I messed up again," I said as the black slime bubbled around me.

"GET OUT OF HERE, YOU FRAGMENT OF A DISASTER!" roared the slime creature, glaring directly at "Hans."

'Hans,' however, seemed oblivious to the slime creature’s presence and continued to cling to me, looking at me with worried eyes as he tried to get my attention.

'I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT!' the slime monster screamed, as dozens of black arms materialized from the void and reached toward Hans.

As I watched the scene unfold, with the black arms moving towards the small and helpless Hans, something inside me snapped. Memories of Hans surged to the surface in a flash—the moment he emerged from a tiny white egg, the poorly made wax jar in which he developed, the hungry and adorable larva he once was, and the imposing and reliable soldier who emerged from that hole in a tree.

I remembered when he got injured. It was my fault. I should have done something, been more useful, and more responsible as a "mother." I remembered his unwavering adoration and love for me, even though I saw him more as a burden and a "mistake." I remembered dragging him through the mud and bushes, feeling as useless as ever. I recalled when I nearly killed the entire hive, feeling pride in Hans's strength but also the shame and sadness for my mistakes. I promised to change. Had I really changed since then? I stopped complaining, but had I truly made any difference? I felt as useless as ever—just the same idiotic person.

'YOU... WILL NOT TOUCH HIM.'

Shouting through the slime room, I unconsciously emitted a wave of shimmering golden energy. The wave disintegrated the approaching black hands and caused the slime creature to stagger momentarily. Ignoring everything around me, I grabbed Hans and pulled him onto my lap, holding him so tightly that I could feel my nails digging into my own flesh.

"YOU! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE FROM ME?! YOU'RE PATHETIC! YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME, HANA!"

The slime creature roared, visibly enraged. More black hands rose from the void, rushing towards me and Hans, who was nestled in my arms. Determined, I stood up with Hans still clutched tightly, took a deep breath, and gently caressed his back.

'I'll take care of this, Hans. You'll be safe with me.'

Closing my eyes, I curled into a fetal position with Hans nestled between my arms. I descended back to the ground, holding him tightly as I braced for the next attack. I sensed a change in my surroundings but focused solely on keeping Hans safe, away from the chaos. As time passed, I felt an unusual calmness—no longer scared, worried, anxious, or guilty. For the first time in a long while, I felt... safe.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my room. Several royal guards were slowly recovering from the mental strain, while I cradled a strong knight fully equipped with heavy armor in my arms. Hans, now in this form, was so small that I could carry him like a rag doll. Despite his small size, his appearance was that of a battle-hardened warrior cradled like a newborn.

'Heh... You helped me again, didn’t you, Hans?'

Hans was sleeping, perhaps due to the instability of the link or from being nearly crushed by my embrace. I took advantage of the moment to hold him close and watch him sleep.

'I guess I really do care...'

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When Hans woke up, he explained what had happened. As soon as he sensed something was wrong with me, he flew straight back to the hive. But when he arrived, he was hit by my mental breakdown. He was the only one who managed to stay “awake” during it and crawled to my royal chambers to hug me before passing out himself.

He said he didn’t remember anything after that. I’m not sure whether to be relieved or embarrassed. I love my boys deeply—not in a survival companion way, or as close friends, or romantically—but more like the love a mother feels when she sees her child thriving. I care for them so much that sometimes my heart aches at the thought of losing them. Even though I might not know 60% of their names, I still feel a connection so profound that it’s almost painful.

They don’t need me like a human child needs a mother. They are completely independent and self-sufficient. I’m just the person who keeps the link active and produces more members for the hive. They don’t come to me when they’re scared, don’t need me to put them to sleep or feed them, and they don’t seek help from me. I don’t look like a real “mother” at all, but they are amazing children.

They draw pictures, write letters, make plays, perform shows, and create songs about me. They like to talk to me when they get the chance and show off their skills as they vie for my affection. But most of the time, they act more like adults reporting to a queen.

Some members, like Hans, Steve, Ken, Levi, Carl, and Trouble, are more affectionate. Hans, in particular, is the most affectionate, despite his stern demeanor. He’s kind and always shows his need for attention, even though he speaks seriously and sometimes rudely.

I think I’ve found my place. This “mother” role never really sat well with me, but now it seems quite... comfortable. I may not be a “real” mother like those portrayed on TV, but I can do what really matters: keep them safe, happy, healthy, and alive. It might seem like a basic goal, but since they don’t truly need me, I can at least achieve the basics. Now I understand that it’s not about my morals, feelings, or achievements. It’s about my children. They’ve given me everything I have, and they are my shelter in the midst of life’s storms. They are my source of peace.

So it’s not about me. It never was. I always felt terrible comparing myself to everyone around me. I saw how talented and dedicated my boys were and felt useless and weak in comparison. I looked at myself and saw only a failure, stuck in the past and what I couldn’t do. But now I understand. It’s not about what I couldn’t do. It’s about what I can do. And I can give everything I have to keep my family safe.

‘What’s the outcome of the link prognosis, Steve?’

‘Well... I’d say we’re... okay? Everything seems to be back to normal, and the link feels stable. We’re even operating more efficiently,’ Steve responded.

‘Thanks, honey. Good job. Please do a deeper analysis of the link and schedule a lesson for me with the link analysts on how to operate it.’

‘Okay! Thanks, Mom! But... like... seriously? Are you interested in learning how the link works?’ Steve asked, dumbfounded.

‘Yes, I think it’s about time. I can’t let this happen again. Please take care of it, darling.’

‘Very good! I’ll schedule a specialized lesson with Radyo and the elite of the information club. When should I schedule it?’

‘Please arrange it with Emi; he’ll know the best time.’

‘Understood!’ Steve said before disconnecting.

Turning my attention forward, I saw several workers diligently working on a new and “gigantic” door, just over 1 meter tall. Guards surrounded the area, and the commitment and seriousness of each worker were evident as they focused on the task of installing the door.

“Good job, boys! You are incredible! Thank you so much for your hard work!” I said to the workers.

They all momentarily froze, as if they hadn’t expected me to speak. I could understand their confusion; I rarely commented on their work, preferring to keep my pride in check rather than speak out.

In response, the boys waved happily and thanked me for the compliment, returning to their work with renewed dedication.

Satisfied with their reaction, I soon locked my eyes on a group of workers entering through the door, carrying a huge wax cylinder with a wooden straw. To them, it was a large silo, but to me, it looked like an oversized milkshake cup.

“Uhhh! My lunch! Thank you, my dears, for your hard work. Please take a break with me.”

As the “cup” was placed near my bed, the workers who brought my protein shake of nectar, honey, and sweet solutions froze momentarily, still processing my words.

“Errh... S-Stay here with you, Queen Mother? I’m sorry, but that doesn’t seem appropriate...” said a worker shyly.

“Nonsense, boys! You deserve some rest too. Rest with me!”

"Queen Mother... That’s not... right. Can we rest in our accommodations?"

I wanted to persuade them to stay with me, but I could sense their discomfort through the link. Forcing them to stay would only make things worse.

"Oh... Alright, dears. If you prefer it that way, rest a little in your accommodations."

As soon as my words were conveyed, the workers quickly bowed respectfully and then hurriedly flew out of the room. This situation highlighted just how disconnected I was from my children, despite the link that connects us.

They don’t see me as a “mother” but as the supreme queen of the hive. For them, it’s inconceivable that a mere worker could be in the presence of the queen unless it’s to fulfill a duty. I had hoped for a relaxing day with bees around me, sharing a moment of rest and comfort, but for that to happen, I would need to bridge the gap between my role and their perception of me.

'How sad... I guess this is how middle-aged parents feel when they realize their children aren't comfortable around them...'

With a sigh, I took a large sip of my liquid diet, savoring the sweet contents of the jar. Finally, I opened my status screen to assess the changes Elyxia had “gifted” me.

'Well, I can still connect to the link, and I’m still recognized as the queen of the hive. So, nothing really matters other than my appearance must have changed...'

As I scanned through the updates on my status screen, I found myself reflecting on the challenges ahead and the changes that had taken place. Despite the upheaval and the unsettling new form I had assumed, my primary concern remained the wellbeing of my hive and the delicate balance I needed to maintain.

[Status] [Information] Attributes Name: N/A Species: FeyWeaver Life: 32.1 Def: 6.7 Level: 1 Class: Queen Vit: 52.5 Int: 12.5 Sex: Female Stamina: 120 Dex: 1.4 Wis: 11.2 Mana: 42.2 Affinity: Life Spr: 16.6 Str: 0.4 Talent: Vital Weaving

[Skills] - 19

◇NEW - {Magic Senses} Lv 1

Grants the ability to visualize the natural flow of mana in the world.

◇NEW - {Twinkling Energy Wings} Lv 1

Your wings are made of pure magical energy, and cannot be damaged by physical attacks.

◇NEW - {Faust's Pact} Lv 1

Upon reaching bellow 10% of your max health, your body becomes intangible for 3 seconds.

◇NEW - {Life Sewing} Lv 1

Use mana to heal allies and grant them temporary bonuses

◇NEW - {Node Weaver} Lv 1

Create Nodes capable of following orders, casting spells and generating magical energy.

◇NEW - {Reproduction} Lv 1

Generate offspring of your species, the amount of energy used influences the initial level of your offspring

◇NEW - {Crystalline Energy Veil} Lv 1

Create a veil of energy within a specific area, enemies within this veil take continuous [Magic/Poison] damage, while allies regenerate 0.5% total health per minute.

◇NEW - {Maiden's Prayers} Lv 1

Choose a male ally to grant him a blessing that doubles one of his stats for 24 hours.

◇NEW - {Spectral Shardage} Lv 1

Use your soul to create a small spectral fragment capable of being used for various purposes. Fragments cannot be recovered if lost.

◇NEW - {Crystal Storm} Lv 1

Create a storm of magical crystals capable of inflicting [Explosive/Melee/Slashing] damage over time.

[Traits] - 6

◇NEW - {The First Onel} - Unique

You are the first member of your species, making you the progenitor of your entire race.

+(Lv/3 x 0.5) All status.

◇NEW - {Mana Weaver} - Epic

Mana is so familiar to you that you can see and touch it

+20% MP Regen +10 Mp

◇NEW - {Rule Breaker} - Common

You tend to do things your way, even if it all ends up going wrong.

-2 Wis +2 Dex

[Titles] - 3

◇NEW - {World's Child} - For You

You are a native of this world, at least now you are.

Elyxia is watching you Hana

{The Mother} - Racial

As the sole parent of your lineage, you are able to get 5% of all XP earned by your descendants.

{Marked By Stars} - Unique

You were dragged here from somewhere far away among the stars by a higher being, this caused your soul to be permanently stained and marked.

Almost spitting out my shake, I choked momentarily at the sight before me. I had expected changes, but not so many.

'My stats actually dropped?! What the... Oh? Is this an effect of {The First One}? This is... Worrying? Am I a new species? This bonus seems to weaken me, but if I level up this trait, it could give me devastating bonuses! At level 30, I'd gain a x5 bonus to all stats!!!'

The more I explored, the more I was stunned. The skills listed seemed almost alien to me.

'What madness is this?! Holy cow, what kind of skills are these?! What kind of skill is [Cristal Storm]?!'

My jaw dropped as I scrolled through the detailed list, struggling to process the implications of the changes. My initial shock was replaced by a mix of awe and anxiety as I stumbled upon a new and unfamiliar tab: [Titles].

'Wow, there really are such things as titles? They seem rare. I needed 3 evolutions just to gain access to them. I wonder how much of the system is still beyond my reach... And...'

As I examined the [Titles] screen, my skin crawled and my bones felt like they were freezing. The titles displayed were both unexpected and unsettling.

[Titles] - 3

◇NEW - {World's Child} - For You

You are a native of this world, at least now you are.

Elyxia is watching you Hana

"You fucking crazy bitch!! You made a fucking custom screen?! What the fuck!! I-is this supposed to scare me?! Well then! It worked!"

The screen before me was a jarring revelation, the sheer absurdity and gravity of it nearly overwhelming. The titles and changes were more than just updates; they were a deep, unsettling transformation.

'What does being a 'native of this world' mean? Is there any advantage in being considered a native? Or is it just a formality? I think at least it helps me lie? If someone asks, can I just say I'm a native? But that's useless!! Who goes around asking if you were born on this planet!?'

The more I thought about it, the more I realized how dangerous Elyxia was. This being—whoever or whatever they were—had managed to create a custom evolution screen just for me. The implications were alarming.

'Well, I don't want to know about any of that. It’s not my problem if Elyxia decided to do something to me. Her intentions seem obscure; she appears to be an ally, but her actions are suspicious and even violent. Okay, she helped me with the mind-reading attempt, but she also forced me into this "Customized" evolution.'

As I continued to scrutinize the titles, I came across [The Mother] and a new understanding dawned on me.

"Ohhh... So this was all one title? And not something like a sub-skill of the link? I guess that's why we can't share XP through the link, because the 2 functions are different."

The clarity of this realization was a small comfort amidst the chaos. The title had its own distinct role and impact, separate from other aspects of my abilities.

Then my gaze fell upon the final title, and a cold dread seeped into my chest.

"Marked by the stars~? What the hell does that even mean?! Whoever brought me here, it ended up staining my soul!!! Not that I know what having a stained soul means... But it doesn't sound good at all!!!"

The weight of the title was heavy, and its implications were disturbing. The idea of a "stained soul" felt like an ominous mark, a permanent reminder of something profoundly unsettling.

Just when I thought I might be finding my footing, reality seemed to pull the rug out from under me. My world felt like it was spinning, each new revelation adding to the turmoil.

"I need to figure this out. I need to understand what these titles mean, what they imply for my role, and how they will affect me and the hive. I need to make sense of this madness before it drives me completely insane."

With a deep breath and a renewed sense of determination, I resolved to confront these challenges head-on, despite the disorienting and distressing nature of my current situation.