It had been over half an hour since leaving the monastery before Ye Chi finally regained her composure, only to find the golden pattern on her chest burning hot as if aflame.
If she hadn’t been cloaked in a hooded cloak that clearly didn’t fit her body size, wrapping herself up tightly, the radiant glow emitted by the Hero’s Mark, symbolizing the Hero’s power, would have long since attracted the attention of others.
“So annoying, so annoying, so annoying!”
After transforming into a Monstergirl and spending her spare time desperately leveling up in the forest, Ye Chi had rehearsed countless times in her mind the scenario of encountering familiar faces from the past.
But when she finally faced them, she realized they had gone far ahead, while she remained stuck on a single day three years ago.
“I never thought I’d become a remnant of the old era someday, just like… the once proud Wolf King who led the pack, now reduced to a Husky licking its wounds in a corner.”
Ye Chi mocked herself silently.
Since she could no longer interfere with them using her former Hero identity, she would rely on her current one that of the Monstergirl Vyea.
“From now on, just call me Vyea.”
After walking for a long time, she grew somewhat tired.
After a short rest, now fully embracing the name Vyea, she set off again.
The burning heat of the Hero’s Mark on her chest gradually cooled, as if it were merely a pale decoration on her snow-white skin.
“Damn it, finding a job in the future is going to be tough.”
Rubbing her chest, Vyea arrived at the new residence she had painstakingly prepared.
66 Nyx Avenue, a fairly large property surrounded by cyan walls with a carefully manicured garden a rather nice place, though a bit wasteful for just one person.
At the door, Vyea met the servant responsible for the handover procedures.
By the time the servant guided her through every facility of the house and completed the formalities, dusk had fallen.
According to Vyea’s plan for the day, she was supposed to return to deal with that Catfolk girl, but she was simply too exhausted.
Allowing herself a bit of relaxation, fatigue surged like a tide.
Without even eating her usual dinner or drinking her evening milk, Vyea collapsed alone onto the spacious bed and sank into a deep sleep.
Huff…
Huff…
With her shallow breathing, the Hero’s Mark on Vyea’s chest pulsed with warm golden light rhythmically.
Outside, the full moon hung high, and the evening breeze stirred softly.
It was a peaceful and harmonious night at least for Vyea.
What woke Vyea was neither the bliss of waking naturally nor the hunger pangs, but the sound of people arguing outside the door.
Bang!
Vyea turned over in bed.
Snap!
She frowned.
The quarrel outside grew louder.
“Where did that purple-haired brat come from? Go back where you came from. This isn’t your place—don’t say we didn’t warn you!”
“Dream on! You Catfolk without an ID or residency permit, sneaking over walls in the dead of night—is this a burglary attempt?!”
“Look at these clothes I’m wearing, do I need to steal? You ignorant little girl, get lost and don’t mess up my business.”
“What good business do you have? Leave now, or I’ll charge you with obstructing the Hero’s duties, punishable by triple offenses, and immediately send you back to the Trial Court!”
“Triple offenses? You want to test if my claws are sharp?”
“Threatening a Hero is an aggravated crime! And…”
Scrape!
“…my Scythe is no less deadly!!”
Outside, the tension was palpable.
Inside, Vyea rubbed her forehead and sat up.
She didn’t rush out to mediate, only smoothing the wrinkles of her clothes while glancing at the Timer on the table.
Tick…
Tick…
“12:30 AM, I’ve slept almost four hours.”
Timekeeping in this world was similar to that of Blue Star before Vyea’s transmigration: a 24-hour system, with sixty minutes per hour and sixty seconds per minute.
From what she knew, methods to speed up or slow down the flow of time within certain areas existed here as well, but they weren’t very practical, at least not for Vyea.
The Hero’s Mark helped Heroes reduce nearly 90% of abnormal conditions; Vyea’s mark was even stronger, approaching almost 100% immunity.
Heroes naturally suppressed various Demons.
The Demon Lord was no exception.
So Vyea didn’t worry about what was happening outside, even if the Catfolk was level 800+, facing a Hero of about level 500 meant facing numerous restrictions.
Besides, she was confident that the Catfolk Herkate would never reveal her identity so easily, not like she did in front of Vyea.
As expected, the standoff outside soon reached a conclusion.
“Hmm…?”
Suddenly, outside fell silent.
Could something have gone wrong?
Recalling how often her own judgments had been unreliable, Vyea finally got up and went to the door.
She opened it.
In an instant, a heavy and soft bundle clung to her legs.
“Wuwu, master, I thought you didn’t want your loyal little kitty anymore!”
Herkate bawled, wiping her snot and tears all over Vyea’s thigh.
Vyea’s face darkened. Raising her hand, she grabbed Herkate’s fluffy ears and tugged upward, causing the Catfolk to tear up even more from the pain.
Ignoring her pitiful act, Vyea said coldly, “Stinky cat, you better clean that snot off me!”
The Hero young lady standing nearby hesitated a moment, then finally retracted the terrifying Scythe back into the imprint on her palm.
She cautiously asked, “Miss Vyea, is this Catfolk really your servant?”