[User: Lomio]
[Race: Mixed-Blood]
[Passive Talent: Charisma Aura]
[Class: Assassin]
Wait, what?
Lomio’s gaze was glued to the words “Mixed-Blood”.
He, Lomio Arkadi, son of the Border Count, a loyal citizen of the duchy blessed by the Holy Light.
Even though, in the game’s story, he was the irredeemable villain and the ultimate tool for slapstick, he was still a bonafide aristocratic second-generation!
But now, Lomio was doubting his bloodline a million times over!
Just what kind of noble heir ends up with mixed blood, and even awakens a Charisma Aura?!
“No way, could it be that this is why the original owner could flirt with girls as easily as drinking water?!”
“So the original owner’s old man wasn’t exactly a saint either?!”
According to this body’s memories, Lomio’s father was always busy with the territory’s military affairs and hardly ever accompanied him, which everyone assumed was the root cause of the original owner’s wayward behavior.
But now… his early-deceased mother’s bloodline had become a huge question mark!
“What a pitfall for a son!”
Lomio felt a sharp pang in his chest.
In this matriarchal world, set in a yuri game, and he’s saddled with a Charisma Aura?
Right now, everyone around him was only shocked by his “sewer-grade” class, their preconceived notions like mountains, temporarily overlooking his inherent charm.
But in the future?
Desperate to survive, the young man was now using his willpower to lock away his heart, only wishing to lay low and grow quietly.
Yet outside the door, a pack of wolves was already circling, ready to tear him apart and devour him at any moment!
This was just too terrifying!
What if he somehow entangled with the so-called “protagonist’s” woman…
Just the number of bad endings listed by the dev team was in the dozens!
Exploding demon cores and brothers going solo—such tragic cases were all too common!
“Help me, Talent Tree!”
As the talents continued to unlock, a sapling began to appear before Lomio’s eyes.
A slender trunk with a handful of leaves, each leaf representing a skill.
[Sapling]
[Growth EXP: 0/1000]
“Getting stronger by growing a tree… why does this feel like one of those money-grabbing WeChat pop-up games…”
A surge of innate power flooded into his body, and Lomio suddenly felt like he had mastered something new.
[Assassin Line, Beginner Stealth: Your presence is reduced, with the best effect when you’re motionless.]
[Alchemy Line, Beginner Crafting: You have mastered the method of creating basic cards.]
These two skills came from the sapling’s tender topmost bud and a lone branch below.
“Hm… So actually, I’m not just a pure assassin?”
Comparing with his game knowledge, Lomio grasped the key.
In the game, once your class reached a certain level, you could learn basic skills from other professions as a side job.
This Talent Tree clearly had a similar function.
But how to gain EXP?
“Promotion pathway.”
Lomio tried communicating with the Talent Tree, but received no response—just a line of text popped up.
[Recharge with Experience Cards]
“Still have to print cards… aren’t they just making things hard for people?”
Seeing this requirement, Lomio frowned in thought.
Even though he was a count’s son, the Northern Border was remote, and simply getting him safely to the royal capital had already cost a fortune.
Even if alchemy was hailed as the super-elite profession, without money or materials, a clever woman can’t cook without rice—he was nothing.
In this situation, wanting to change his fate and become stronger was really tough…
“Is there still a chance if I switch careers and live off a woman?”
“But if I get too close to the protagonist, wouldn’t fate just hammer me again?”
“Being a man is so exhausting…”
It was at this moment that Lomio heard it.
A wave of stifled exclamations and commotion, approaching from afar and finally stopping at his side.
“Heavens, it’s Lord Cafnir!”
“No way, he’s walking over here!”
Lomio turned his head and saw that dazzling figure with white hair.
This was the “chosen human shield” he had picked.
Those cool blue eyes stared directly at him, the voice so flat it carried not a hint of warmth.
“You’re looking for me?”
The words came suddenly, laced with scrutiny and vigilance.
“Seems like the aloof honor student type. People like this usually have a small social circle and hate trouble… Excellent!”
Maintaining his composed façade, Lomio pointed to the empty seat beside him, putting on what he thought was his most reliable, brotherly smile.
“I’ve got something I’d like to discuss with you. Why not have a seat first?”
His intentions were clear.
Stick together through thick and thin for three years, keep our bodies pure!
“All right.”
The person answered succinctly, sitting down next to him.
However, Lomio didn’t notice the subtle fluctuation in those ice-blue eyes as the person sat down.
Cafnir—or rather, Kalienina von Augustus, who had used alchemical tools to disguise herself—was observing the young man before her without betraying a trace.
“Does he… know my secret?”
She recalled the meaning of that sign language and grew highly alert.
Yet, this man before her emitted no aura of a strong individual.
Something was off.
Was he a secret guardian of the duchy, or an agent sent by the siblings from the North?
She even felt that his face wasn’t bad at all—the more she looked, the more intriguing it seemed?!
This feeling… was entirely new.
Kalienina’s brow furrowed ever so slightly.
No matter his identity, there’s no way he was just a newly awakened classmate like he appeared!
Making up her mind, Kalienina probed, “You want my assistance?”
“Ah, how did you know?”
Lomio raised an eyebrow, delighted.
This bro gets it!
Such high awareness?
Hadn’t even opened his mouth, and already the other was proactive?
Clearly, he’d suffered enough from the “wolf pack” too—a kindred spirit!
“That’s right. Simply put, I want to form an alliance with you—advance and retreat together.”
Form an alliance?
Kalienina fell into thought.
She was certain her actions had been extremely covert, whether it was leaving the Northern Border or the contingency plans she had set up in secret.
Not to mention the alchemical disguises—everything had been meticulously arranged.
Yet now, a strange man had used hand signals to find her on the very first day, saying these things.
It was hard to imagine there wasn’t another force at play behind him.
“I’m open to contact.”
Kalienina made her judgment based on Lomio’s attitude.
At the same time, she tapped the armrest of the chair a few times.
In a seat not far away, a nondescript girl got up and moved away.
The cold glint on her sleeve vanished, as if she hadn’t just been sneaking up behind Lomio.
“You don’t seem like you’re from the Northern Border.”
“I live at the border. I understand the language and gestures a bit.”
“The border, huh…”
Several names flashed through Kalienina’s mind, but she dismissed them all.
“Relax, it’s nothing difficult.”
Seeing Kalienina’s expression, Lomio quickly added,
“You don’t want to spend your whole time at the academy living in distress and frustration, right?”
Lomio could completely relate to this classmate Cafnir’s troubles.
So many greedy eyes!
What a dangerous academy environment!
As a young man with ideals and ambition, how could he not cherish his body?
Look at those brows—full of nothing but worries!
“Interesting…” In the face of this “threat,” Kalienina gave a cool smile. “Tell me your plan, and I’ll consider it.”
Mysterious.
Far too mysterious.
Who exactly was backing him, that he could know her secret and still talk to her like this?
Could it be… he had some mission he would risk his life to complete?
Her thoughts churned, and Kalienina’s brow knit tightly.
Clearly, her identity had already been uncovered by another force.
Until the truth was clear, maintaining cooperation was the best option—to avoid affecting her plans back home.
“If my brother says so, I won’t keep it from you.”
Lomio smiled,
“I’ve got a piece of intel about the academy I can share with you.”
“Oh? And what’s the price?” Kalienina was indeed interested now.
Lomio fiddled with the school-issued pin, bringing up a map:
“Look at the layout of the dorms. If you and I become neighbors here, we can avoid more than ninety percent of the trouble…”
Alchemy really was amazing.
The tech tree here was wild.
“Hmm… The platform is just outside the window, and the floor isn’t high. Good as a backup plan.”
Kalienina smiled, her fingertip tracing a route:
“Be bold—jump down, and you’ll land on the second-floor platform.”
That was a dead-end corner at the end of the corridor. If they each took the rooms facing one another, whoever visited would be noticed by the other immediately.
Even better, the window at the end of the corridor directly faced the academy’s security building, with magicians on guard around the clock—any abnormality would trigger an alarm.
Living alone seemed ordinary, but if two people worked together, it truly was the perfect setup.
To have found this strategic location so quickly… it meant he’d already studied the entire campus layout inside out!
“Mm! Bro, you really know your stuff.”
Lomio raised an eyebrow.
Even thought of jumping out the window to avoid women?
What kind of life had he been living?
Kalienina’s train of thought stalled for a moment before realizing that “bro” was referring to her.
“Of course.”
She kept her tone natural, revealing nothing of her professionalism.
And this, in itself, demonstrated the other party’s expertise.
Not simple at all.
Just from this, Kalienina had to reevaluate him.
How did he manage to pull off this act—so passionate, so direct, even a little naïve?
If he was an ally, that would be excellent.
If he was an enemy… Kalienina wouldn’t mind a few “accidents” occurring in the school.
“I can cooperate with this, but now…”
Kalienina stared directly into Lomio’s eyes, unwilling to let even the smallest hint slip by:
“Tell me, what’s your academy intel?”
“Then we can discuss how to proceed with our… cooperation.”
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