Chapter 80: What did I say before?

Olivia lay under the covers.

Her silver-white hair spread across the pillow, cat-ear sleep cap tilted to one side.

“So your real name is Nuolina.”

She was quiet for a moment.

“I have many names.”

The God of Love’s voice rang in her mind.

Pink, with a just-woke-up nasal tone.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Little princess. How could the name of a god be easily known by others?”

Olivia pulled the blanket up to her chin.

“Since you’re a god, why can’t others know?”

“As a god, I must maintain mystery. What others know are all fake names.”

The pink tone lifted a little.

Olivia pulled the cat-ear sleep cap off her head and clutched it in her hands.

“You’re messing with me again.”

“Alright. Sleep now.”

“But what about Masiweiluo?”

The edge of the blanket wrinkled under her fingers.

“If you really want to save her, remember to wake up early tomorrow.”

“Forget it… let’s sleep first. Whatever that Victoria guy is…”

Olivia didn’t plan to tell Zijiang about what happened tonight.

But those two assassins were really something—

They actually thought public toilets needed reservations.

What did they take this place for?

But from their conversation, she basically understood the current situation in Gevanitz:

The Commerce Federation controlled everything behind the scenes.

Unless you had monstrous strength like Masiweiluo, without sponsorship and a contract, you could only be a regional player in the tournament.

Then her consciousness began to blur.

Her eyelids drooped.

The pale blue light patterns on the wall slowly dissolved.

Then she stood in a void.

Nothing beneath her feet, nothing above.

Everything around was gray, like mist but not mist.

A line of text floated in front of her.

Angelic runes, gold, softly glowing in midair.

Beneath the throne lies the plain that guides the ancestors.

Just that line, unchanged.

She stared at the runes for a while.

The golden strokes didn’t move.

Then the gray surged in from all sides and swallowed the runes.

The next day.

(Knocking…)

“Little Olivia. Time to get up.”

Zijiang’s voice came from outside the door.

Olivia didn’t move.

The knocking stopped.

The lock clicked and the door pushed open.

Zijiang walked in.

Her pink ponytail was tied high, cat-ear headphones around her neck, carrying an equipment case.

She walked to the bed and looked down at Olivia.

Silver-white hair spread on the pillow, blanket rolled into a bundle wrapped around her.

Silver eyelashes lowered.

“Eh. She’s asleep.”

She bent down.

“Hey, it’s already afternoon.”

“I want to… huh?”

The silver lashes twitched.

Then her eyes snapped open.

Her silver pupils stared straight at the ceiling, then moved to Zijiang’s face.

Zijiang’s face was very close.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no.”

She shot up from the blanket.

Silver-white hair swung over her shoulder, and the cat-ear sleep cap rolled off the bed onto the carpet.

“It’s afternoon.”

Zijiang took half a step back.

“What’s wrong? Had a nightmare?”

Olivia rushed to the window and yanked the curtain open.

Sunlight flooded in, making her squint.

The sun was already in the western part of the sky.

Afternoon.

She had been thinking about saving Masiweiluo.

She had promised Viloseline she would watch the match.

The God of Love said remember to wake up early tomorrow.

Not only did she not wake up early, she slept until afternoon.

“Sister Zijiang.”

She turned around.

Her silver-white hair glowed in the sunlight.

“Hurry to the arena.”

“In such a hurry?”

“Just hurry up.”

She rushed to the bed, grabbed the cat-ear cap, and put it on her head, not bothering to straighten the crooked ears.

Zijiang stood at the door, watching her pace around the room.

Then she reached out and picked up the equipment case.

“Alright.”

‘Hopefully the match hasn’t started yet.’