St. Freya Academy, classroom.
Morning light filtered through the clean glass windows, casting bright spots of light onto the desks.
On the podium, the lecture from a certain Anti-Entropy Sovereign regarding the "Second Eruption" was low and resonant, but to Kiana, this voice felt as if it were separated by a layer of frosted glass, blurry and distant.
She rested her chin on one hand, while the other unconsciously drew meaningless circles in the margins of her textbook. Her cerulean eyes gazed at the clouds drifting lazily outside the window, her focus unfocused.
(Last night... did I have a very long dream?)
What was in the dream?
Fighting? Ice? Fire?
Fragments of Remembrance were like dust dancing in the sunlight; they clearly existed, yet she couldn't grasp them no matter how she tried.
All that remained was a sense of lightness, as if her body had been thoroughly exercised and reassembled, along with an inexplicable... excitement in her spirit?
Yes, that was it—excitement, as if she had experienced some incredible major event, but her brain, that useless thing, had formatted the specific details of said "major event."
She had woken up naturally at six o'clock this morning, even more punctual than her alarm clock.
Ordinarily, given her constitution as a Kiana who could sleep until the end of time—even on weekends, she would prefer to stay in bed until noon—this abnormal early rising could be listed as one of the "Ten Unsolved Mysteries of Schicksal."
And after waking up, she wasn't sleepy at all; instead, she felt energetic enough to run ten laps around the academy.
(Strange... this is too strange...)
Kiana couldn't help but scratch her long, silky white hair, her delicate eyebrows furrowed together.
Just as she was aimlessly daydreaming, a thought struck her chaotic mind like lightning—
golden finger!
Right! golden finger!
I think I have a "golden finger"!
This realization almost made her jump out of her chair, but she managed to restrain herself at the last moment. She just stiffened, and her face shifted through several colors in an instant—first shock (I actually have a cheat?!), then ecstasy (I really am the chosen one!), and then deep confusion (...but what was my cheat again?).
She knit her brows, beginning to dig into that blank space in her memory.
She only remembered the concept of a "golden finger," remembered there seemed to be a voice, remembered she seemed to have obtained some kind of "power"... but what exactly was the ability? How to use it? Who was that voice? It was a complete blank.
It was as if someone had set off a grand but silent firework in her brain; after it exploded, only paper scraps and a faint smell of gunpowder remained, proving that it had indeed been lively there.
(What kind of golden finger is this! Doesn't it even come with a manual?!)
Kiana wailed in her heart, her expressions rich enough to perform a pantomime.
"Hey, dummy Kiana."
A cold, calm voice came from beside her.
Bronya put down the tablet in her hand, her grey eyes glancing over. A rare trace of doubt appeared on her expressionless face.
"What are you doing just now."
Bronya's voice had no fluctuations, but the inquisitive tone in her words was obvious. "Are you... cooking up another 'genius plan' that will get you scolded by Mei?"
"Uh... ah? No, no way!"
Kiana waved her hands hurriedly, a slightly stiff smile plastered on her face. "I was just... just didn't sleep well, right, didn't sleep well! I was just spacing out! Don't overthink it, Bronya!"
She wouldn't dare say she might have a "golden finger" whose password she had forgotten; that sounded even less reliable than the "Paramecium Project."
Bronya watched her quietly for two seconds before looking away, but before she did, she added in a low voice: "Get some rest."
"K-know it..."
Kiana shrank her neck guiltily, turning her gaze back to the window, but her heart was even more chaotic.
Astral Express, March 7th's room.
Stelle woke up to a stinging, burning pain.
She opened her eyes groggily, feeling her left cheek swollen and numb, as if a piece of unfermented dough had been stuffed inside.
"Sss..."
She gasped, her consciousness gradually returning.
Oh right, she remembered now. Last night... it seemed like she had been slapped hard by March 7th? And then... she passed out?
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