Aria had gone from shock, anger, and disbelief… to full acceptance.
Now she was acting as if nothing had ever happened.
Luceris could only marvel. Her sister's psychological resilience was honestly impressive.
But there was a new problem.
Ever since she learned the truth, Aria had become just a little too… clingy.
Luceris had barely sat down to watch TV when she noticed Aria pacing back and forth like a cat on caffeine—eyes locked on her, giggling now and then like she'd discovered some personal treasure.
What concerned Luceris most was that Aria seemed to have developed… certain new fetish.
And Luceris was growing a bit irritated.
Not long after, Aria emerged from her room again, a sly grin playing on her lips.
"Luceris~ This is my school uniform. Want to try it on?"
Luceris finally snapped.
"Aria, I've already tried on four or five outfits for you! Enough's enough!"
"But I still have a whole closet left!" Aria insisted. "I'm heading back to campus soon, and I want a nice little photo album to remember you by!"
Luceris could only stare blankly. What kind of strange neural pathways did her sister's brain have?
"Sis, think carefully. Your obedient, dashing little brother is gone—completely! Doesn't that make you even a little bit sad?"
Aria gave a devilish grin and blinked. "But now I have a cute little sister."
Luceris shivered.
Still, a weight lifted off her heart. As annoying as Aria could be, this playful reconciliation had saved her from a far worse fate—a brutal scolding, or worse, exile from family warmth.
And if she thought about it more carefully...
Her transformation hadn't erased her family. This wasn't a body swap or soul hijacking—it was reincarnation. A fresh start, yes, but she and Aria had still grown up together. They were still family in the truest sense.
The guilt she'd carried slowly melted away.
Later that night, the two sisters shared a long-overdue conversation under the stars.
The skies above Tranquenhold sparkled, vast and serene.
In the past, they often sat on the balcony like this, whispering secrets into the night. But after Aria left for university, that tradition had quietly faded.
Now they were together again.
Aria rocked gently in the chair, when she suddenly noticed something unusual—
A faint glow shimmered around Luceris.
Tiny star-like motes orbited her gently, each one pulsing with independent life and sparkling with magic.
"Luceris… What level are you now?"
"Level 22," Luceris replied casually, having leveled up again upon leaving the dungeon.
Aria shot up from her chair.
"Level what!?"
Luceris lifted her hand, allowing her sister to see her character plate for a brief moment—just long enough to catch the words:
Level 22 – Dimensional Divine Wearer.
Unless someone had an appraisal skill, class identities were normally hidden—even level estimates were just educated guesses. But Luceris allowed this brief peek.
Aria collapsed back into her chair, dazed.
"I'm a college freshman and only at level 31... and I still can't afford my second class advancement."
"You awakened just last week! How the hell are we even related!?"
Luceris rubbed the bridge of her nose. "A lot's happened…"
Aria gave her a suspicious look, gears visibly turning in her head.
Luceris could tell she was about to imagine something wild.
"Stop," she interrupted firmly. "Don't overthink it. I promise—things are on the right track now."
"And from now on, you won't have to compete for anything in this family. I'll make sure you get everything you need."
With that, she pulled a ring from her system inventory.
It was a top-tier space ring—valued at a staggering 6 million yuan.It offered 80 cubic meters of storage and was enchanted with fire-based offensive enhancements.
This wasn't just expensive. It was luxury.
While space capacity alone wasn't rare in the Eastern Dominions—thanks to mass-producing spatial specialists—the combat enchantment was what made this ring truly extraordinary.
Aria's mouth fell open.
"Luceris, are you serious…?"
Her hands trembled as she took the ring, awe and concern battling in her expression.
She wasn't happy—she was worried.
Such an expensive gift… had Luceris paid a terrible price?
But one look at Luceris's calm, reassuring eyes, and Aria knew—this was clean. Earned. Hers.
"I still have plenty left," Luceris said with a small smile. "Enough to cover your second class transition."
Aria's eyes brimmed with tears.
Then she leapt into her sister's arms, wailing like a child.
"Waaahhh~ Luceris, you do love me the most!"
Luceris gently stroked her hair, amused and a little touched.
But for a moment, she wasn't sure who the real "older sister" was anymore…
Still, she would wait.
Until she was stronger—until her place in this world was unshakable.
She'd explain everything then.
Meanwhile, in Tranquenhold…
Inside the glowing forge district, rhythmic clangs rang out like music as sparks danced through the night.
At a renowned smithy, the blacksmith Karon had just completed a masterpiece.
Steam hissed as molten metal cooled.
Karon, a stocky dwarven artisan with a braided beard, held the blade up proudly.
The greatsword gleamed—two meters long, vibrant with shifting color bands across the edge. The hilt sparkled with embedded pink mana crystals.
Power flowed visibly through it.
The crowd watching gasped.
"What a sword!"
Karon handed the blade to a poised woman in dark stockings—Grace Monta.
"The materials were divine," Karon said. "Magical power loss is less than 10%. The original elemental traits are fully preserved. If anything, this sword might be stronger than it looks."
Grace examined the weapon closely.
"The overall stats are consistent with standard holy-grade armaments. Craftsmanship is flawless, and the mana flow is incredibly smooth. This is undoubtedly top-tier."
Karon nodded, though his expression dimmed slightly.
"A shame, though. I was hoping for a miracle—some hidden evolution from these rare materials. A true masterpiece."
Grace frowned. She, too, found it odd.
The materials came from the Forgotten Crystal Holyland, among the highest quality in existence.
They had expected a transcendent result.
But what emerged—while excellent—was merely consistent with holy-class gear. Nothing more.
Yet something still nagged at her…
"…Maybe I missed something in my appraisal," Grace murmured. "Only a real battle will reveal whether this blade has secrets yet to show."