"Enlightened!"Elizabeth began to look up to the figure on the throne with newfound respect. Indeed, she had been blundering through the past year, only tolerated and indulged because of her family background, which allowed her antics to continue until now. The demons allowed her to because they considered her one of their own.

But that was indeed her advantage...

Since a head-on approach had failed, should she change form, adopt a different method to achieve her goals?

Consider this: if she was willing to apologize to her family, how much information and resources could she get? How much could she do compared to now, where she could do even less than the common street folk?

She had to play to her strengths, step by step. She was a new entity in formation; she could do it.

Clearly, this was what the powerful being expected of her.

Meanwhile, in this mysterious dimension.

Heath felt the therapy was going well; he was on the right track.

This personality dreamed of being a hero and was currently lost. Thus, Joseph Campbell's "The Hero with a Thousand Faces," a treatise by the mythologist and mythological psychologist, was perfect for treating her.

He cited a quote, and it changed her attitude drastically.

"But if I go back undercover, the family will surely restrict me for a while. I won't be allowed to access many things, especially program data. Without these resources and being under house arrest, I won't be able to make much progress..."

Elizabeth voiced the worry that kept her from making a decision.

Her family wouldn't let her off the hook, suspecting her of harboring ulterior motives. She might be pigeonholed as a social creature far removed from the transcendent realm.

"Uh..." The enigmatic figure pondered, "So, you want my help?"

"Yes." Elizabeth nodded sheepishly. Was she asking for too much?

A typical sub-personality thought.

Heath sighed in frustration; the truth was sliding toward multiple personalities.

She didn't want to stay in the subconscious; she was afraid of being punished and confined upon returning, unable to grow and come out again.

Program data? What did that mean?

Heath remembered the 【Database】 option in the control panel. It seemed this hallucination and sub-personality were indeed related, connected to his subconscious activities. He'd have to investigate that database later.

And the sub-personality believed data could empower her, craving more data, equivalent to craving a stronger personality self.

"Sure, I'll give you data, don't worry."

He had to agree for now, the priority being to get her back into the subconscious for integration.

"Thank you! So... what can I do for you?"

Elizabeth asked eagerly, her voice strong but slightly timid.

What could she do for such a powerful being? She truly didn't know.

But she felt she should ask, because in heroic tales, mentors always gave heroes small tasks, like helping to pull the sword from the stone. It was called helping, but it was really a test and a reward.

Thinking of the sword in the stone, she was suddenly filled with anticipation.

"Uh..."

Heath tensed, this persona refused to quietly return to the subconscious, still struggling.

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She wanted to do something for the primary personality, to weaken its initiative and value, a classic path for a sub-personality to ascend.

If it was established that the primary was weak and the sub strong, he'd be in trouble.

But he couldn't outright refuse; one of the main principles of Gestalt Therapy was not to rush or force, to integrate, not to split.

Heath thought and said seriously:

"Go investigate the Mud Pond organ trafficking case. Many died. The city has too many stray dogs lately. If your investigation could help provide more legal identities for stray dogs, that would be good."

This was his main issue: legal identity.

The news had mentioned the police were going to address the rampant stray dog problem. Miss Ayane had said it was difficult to get identities lately, and he desperately needed one. If that was settled, even if Devin and Miss Ayane looked down on him, he could leave Fish Pond.

But this task, the primary personality was passive, and the sub-personality couldn't solve it either.

Let her see her own weight; don't think that if the primary personality can't do it, she can.

"Understood, I will investigate and push for it!"

Elizabeth was invigorated and touched, suddenly finding the surrounding radiant light even more beautiful than the auroras of Liuguang Bay.

She had seen the Mud Pond truck tragedy on the news and was mourning the deceased.

This powerful being cared so much for the lowest social stratum, the stray dogs, showing his compassion and ideals.

He seemed like a respectable person!

"What should I call you?" Elizabeth asked earnestly, realizing she had been quite rude.

Heath was struck by the question, nearly losing his composure, his heart tightened, and his spirit wavered.

This was a malicious personality! If he wasn't mistaken, she was subtly threatening him.

Her question aimed to deepen the distinction between "you" and "me." With a name, there was a difference, creating two distinct personalities rather than dual aspects of one, making integration much more difficult.

He couldn't let this continue and had to assert his authority to scare her, to show that the primary personality wasn't to be trifled with.

"You don't need to think about names; you just need to know that I understand you better than you understand yourself!"

"Sorry, sorry..."

Suddenly feeling a wave of formidable presence, Elizabeth quickly apologized.

This powerful being might not be a demon, but he was certainly no less formidable.

And she had indeed asked a foolish question. The true names and titles of the powerful, how could they be disclosed to her so easily?

She should give him an honorific title.

"So." Elizabeth had a flash of inspiration, "May I call you Master?"

Heath held his breath, realizing anew the cunning of this sub-personality.

Master? His nickname used to be Heath the Mentor. Was she threatening him...

He felt it increasingly difficult to maintain this connection, both mentally and verbally, and he was barely holding on.

He was even starting to fear that if he couldn't handle her, he might indeed disintegrate.

But if he didn't respond now, he might provoke her further.

Heath found a way, deflecting with, "Whether it's sunny or rainy, both are beautiful, both are one, huh."

He hoped she would grasp the concept and return to the subconscious. It was okay for her to "die" like the rain had stopped; he was there.

Please, just go and die, please!

"You may go." He didn't give her another chance to speak, "This time it's enough; I will find you again."

"Alright!" Still pondering the profound words, Elizabeth said, "Master, thank you for your guidance!"

She wanted to say more, to express her determination.

However, abruptly, the surrounding light and shadow began to flow again, speeding away at a high velocity, the world tearing apart and restoring to its original state, and she breathed fresh air once more.

Elizabeth gasped, looked around, and was still in her cluttered apartment, with the morning sky outside the window.

She stood up, excited and bewildered, recalling the strange encounter, all draped in a dreamlike hue.

After thinking it over and over, she still couldn't understand how it happened or how it was completed.

"I must be doing the right thing! The Master has been watching me for a long time; I am a hero!"

Elizabeth couldn't help but leap up in cheer, only to bump into the low ceiling. She winced, rubbing her dyed navy blue hair, then grabbed a delicate toy gun from the side, waving it about.

Fight on, let all the children of Liuguang fight!

After her excitement, Elizabeth didn't forget the task the Master had given her. She found her bulky mobile phone from the cluttered floor and called her nanny.

As soon as the call connected, she declared, "Tell the family, I'm done making trouble. I want to go back and be Princess Seth."

"But I hope I can return with a good reputation in our circle, not looking like I'm coming back in defeat."

She added, "So I have a condition for returning. Relax the city policy a bit, let more stray dogs have legal identities to prevent another tragedy like the Mud Pond truck. I also want to investigate this case thoroughly."

"Miss, that's not a difficult condition. I'm so glad you've come to your senses," an elderly voice of relief came from the phone.

Elizabeth's blue eyes hardened, determined to remember every word the Master had said. Today would be the beginning of her transformation.

Whether sunny or rainy, all forms are heroic.

She was determined to become such a person.