Ever since her eighteenth birthday soiree last year, Elizabeth had ceased residing in the affluent districts like Garden Area and Citadel Hill. That night, she was the most youthful and radiant "Princess Seth" at the ball. But it was also that night that a tragedy struck Liuguang City—a fire that claimed the lives of thousands in the Citadel District.

The ball continued, and after a so-called minute of silence, the laughter and chatter resumed—about sports, the next party, and who had become what kind of transcendent, which was no secret in their circles. The recently departed thousands were of no concern to anyone.

Witnessing this all from the center of the ball, Elizabeth had an epiphany.

She, Elizabeth Sterling of the Seth Group, part of the New World Bank's Sterling family, had been pampered since birth—living in the best neighborhoods, attending the best schools, preparing to enter the prestigious Lake Ixun University...

Elizabeth Sterling, what was she, really?

Midway through the ball, nauseated, she left decisively, knowing if she stayed, she'd never become the person she dreamed of being—even with her hyper-speed transcendent talent.

It was her break from that top-tier circle and the start of a different life.

But now, it seemed her "rebellious game" had finally reached its end, and that circle had sent someone to deal with her.

Early this morning, in a small apartment in the Jiang Valley District...

It happened abruptly as she ate breakfast and watched the news, without touching any transcendent devices, let alone accessing the Mind Network.

Suddenly, as if her hyper-speed talent caused a personality disintegration, she couldn't react or resist.

Her transcendent power failed, and her heart stopped beating.

A bowl of oatmeal spilled onto the floor, and the cramped room, filled with mountains of books, data, music cassettes, video tapes... and some toy firearms she couldn't bear to throw away, all collapsed into a messy junk heap as she fell.

The TV screen flickered erratically, every surrounding scene dragged down by hyper-speed, her soul penetrated as if shedding its shell.

The apartment room became icy and distant, whether it was early morning or midnight, everything was a chaotic mess.

The night sky was drizzling fine rain, the narrow hallway's dim light cast a hazy green, piercing through the rain and stretching far away, painting the entire city of Liuguang with a dark green, like fireflies illuminating the netherworld.

It lit her path to the netherworld until she was engulfed in splendid, dazzling light.

Her mind was completely under someone else's control.

She, Elizabeth Sterling, "The Rebellious Princess of Seth," was done for.

"I've been watching you for a long time, watching you for a long time."

The sizzling, indistinct voice, mysterious and inexplicable words, created a terrifying unknown.

Elizabeth wasn't unfamiliar with the Mind Network, but this was different, not quite the same...

The strange light and shadow allowed her only a glimpse of the vague figure sitting on what appeared to be a throne, holding something that looked like a scepter of kingship.

Watching me for a long time? Elizabeth felt a chill.

When did this unknown existence start watching her?

She didn't know how much the other had seen, if the deepest information in her mind had been completely exposed, even memories she had forgotten were laid bare before the other's mind.

Struggling was futile, her consciousness inescapable, and despair began to grow.

Elizabeth had to admit, in the face of such power, she was as helpless as a toddling infant.

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

"However powerful a demon is." But she refused to beg, "It's still a demon."

"Uh..." The enigmatic figure shifted slightly, the blurred voice speaking again: "You really dislike the Sando Corporation."

Elizabeth furrowed her brows, "You're understating it. I despise the entire New World Bank."

For the past year, she had been striving for a better Liuguang City. Her main endeavor this year was to join a group of ambitious individuals within the city government to initiate an antitrust investigation against the Sando Corporation.

But their quixotic antitrust lawsuit ultimately ended in failure.

All their efforts made no splash at all.

And with just a flick of their fingers, the other side could end their game.

It was like the old nanny who had raised her had warned:

"Miss Elizabeth, the Sando Corporation doesn't care about your antics, but don't overdo it. As punishment for your behavior, the family has decided to withdraw all transcendent support until you come to your senses. Miss, there aren't many left who will indulge you. You're a rare hyper-speed transcendent; don't waste your talent."

"Go ahead then." At that moment, Elizabeth spoke up with resolve, "Liuguang will triumph in the end!"

...

Heath clutched the thermos tightly, staring at the female figure amidst the strange light. Seated on the sofa, he dared not move.

Beyond the possibility of an extraordinary encounter, he had to prepare for the worst: Dissociative Identity Disorder, multiple personalities.

This sub-personality must have dissociated recently. In fact, looking closely, many clues pointed to it.

Freud believed that the subconscious is bisexual; there are no pure males or females, just a combination of activeness and passiveness.

Since his transmigration, he had been continuously passive, especially after seeing so many cross-dressing male escorts yesterday. His mental passiveness was fertile ground for a female personality to form.

According to Jung's theory of "anima and animus," it was his "anima" that had erupted from the unconscious.

A female personality, clearly harboring hatred for the Sando Corporation, along with related paranoid delusions, had plunged her into a victimized scenario. It was all Sando's fault, the world's fault...

It was undoubtedly a psychological reflection of his dissatisfaction with his own predicament.

Why Sando? Because he had just watched some news about them, and the opposite of a stray dog was the rich people of Sando.

She had just mentioned "investigating," implying she had set herself up as an investigator in the Sando antitrust case, perhaps a heroic role like a police officer, journalist, or judge.

After sketching this potential sub-personality profile, Heath's head ached even more, suspecting he was truly mad.

The more logical the madness, the deeper the insanity.

Why mad, though? Devin's rustic drink definitely played a role.

Additionally, his body had been beaten by the Arcade Gang, possibly damaging his brain's nerves.

There were also unknown side effects of transmigration, all possibilities...

"Uh..." He pondered how to deal with it, needing to be cautious.

This sub-personality felt paranoid, angry, anxious, and a bit fearful—all dangerous signals.

Besides medication, the main method of treating multiple personalities was "Gestalt Therapy," which, simply put, involved a series of positive self-observations, self-dialogues, and self-realizations, reconciling with oneself.

Thus, the primary personality integrates all sub-personalities, achieving a new balance.

Conversely, if they can't reconcile and become increasingly negative and irreconcilable, the different personalities will fight.

If the primary personality loses, it disintegrates in minutes, becoming a sub-personality or even dissipating entirely.

Heath didn't like fights; this had to be resolved through self-reconciliation!

He took a deep breath, deciding to treat her as if she were a patient, to heal her attitude and let her happily... disappear.

"Actually, I also don't like the Sando Corporation," he said earnestly. "So, how can I help you?"

He was quite nervous because whatever demand she made would indicate how troublesome and malicious this personality was.

Long-term psychologists know that some personalities are worse than evil spirits.

...

Elizabeth, prepared for a noble sacrifice, was stunned. What was this?

This existence also disliked the Sando Corporation? Then what was his story?

She looked at the stern figure sitting on the throne with a scepter, surrounded by chaotic, netherworldly light and shadow...

Could it be...

Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat, complex emotions swirling within her. That's it, the other's abilities were beyond her comprehension.

Such a powerful being, why would they be sent to deal with something as trivial as her?

Moreover, if Sando wanted to deal with her, a single assassin would suffice, or a team if one wasn't enough. There was no need for a powerful being to intervene.

Could it really be that he was a fellow traveler, someone who had come to help her?

The heroic stories she had been obsessed with since childhood resurfaced in her mind. Every hero had a mentor to help them.

"Uh..." Elizabeth was half-convinced, completely baffled. Was this an opportunity to ask for help, maybe a one-time chance?

But be careful! Her request must not be excessive.

In those stories, heroes who were greedy, who tried to make mentors solve all their problems, never ended well. The hero must emerge from the abyss on their own—that's the destiny of a hero.

The mentor might provide treasures to assist, but their main role was to guide the hero out of confusion.

Confusion...

Elizabeth asked herself, she was indeed confused, unsure how to continue, unsure if she was a hero. Sometimes she was tired, sometimes she remembered her former life.

"Do you think..." Elizabeth couldn't help but ask, "Can I keep going?"

The august figure paused for a moment before responding slowly:

"Nothing truly vanishes; it only changes form, especially you, for you are a being in the process of formation."

Hearing this, Elizabeth was profoundly moved for the first time, feeling certain that this powerful being had truly come to help her.