With a flash of golden light, Bai Yue Ling and Ying Ye both leveled up to 12.
They had nearly dropped back to level 1 from repeated deaths, but the mission completion rewards boosted them back to level 10, and the massive experience from defeating Aiya pushed them to level 12.
Ying Ye asked, puzzled,
“Aiya was level 30. Why did we only gain 2 levels from beating her?”
Bai Yue Ling explained, “In World of Fate, experience is tiered. Every 10 levels, the experience required increases significantly, so the higher your level, the harder it is to advance.”
At that moment, Luoluo Yue raised her hand. “I hit level 12 too.”
Even NPCs could share in the players’ experience during a battle.
“Ying Ye, put 15 points each into stamina, strength, and spirit, then dump the rest into agility, all the way to 99,” Bai Yue Ling said confidently. “An assassin should max out agility.”
Ying Ye nodded. “That’s what I was thinking.”
What’s an assassin without agility? A soulless husk.
“As expected… the Goddess of Judgment hasn’t abandoned me,” Aiya sighed. “My class has changed, but I’m still under her influence.”
[Name: Aiya]
[Race: Human]
[Level: 30]
[Class: Fallen Knight (Priest Hero/Goddess of Judgment)]
[Description: Originally a holy knight loyal to the Goddess of Judgment, she betrayed her faith and was led into darkness by the player “Priest Hero.” Strangely, she doesn’t seem to have been forsaken by the Goddess of Judgment.]
[Note: “Hehe, this big sister’s well-trained abs are so firm and springy, prprpr…” —Priest Hero.]
Bai Yue Ling’s usually cool face flushed red. “I-I never said anything like that!”
Sure, Aiya’s toned abs felt amazing to touch, but she’d only fantasized about it, not said it out loud.
Aiya remained despondent. “I’ve abandoned my faith, so what does the Goddess of Judgment mean by this?”
At that moment, a familiar female voice spoke from behind.
“If she doesn’t reject you, just keep believing in her.”
Ming Die strolled calmly out from the staircase, her ample curves swaying under her robe with each step, not at all like someone just declared dead by the system.
“Ming Die?” Luoluo Yue’s eyes widened. “You’re not dead?”
Ming Die glanced at her. “Necromancers don’t die that easily.”
“But how are you level 20 now?” Luoluo Yue exploded.
“You sneaky undead, you’ve been hiding your strength all along!”
Ming Die shrugged. “You all leveled up, so why can’t I?”
“Despicable! How many secrets are you hiding?!”
Seeing Ming Die alive, Bai Yue Ling breathed a sigh of relief, her mood lightening.
A languid, mature big sister was a treasure of the world—how could she die so easily?
Ming Die approached Aiya, crossing her arms. “Stop overthinking.
No one can fathom a goddess’s intentions. If she didn’t stop you, that means she’s supporting you.”
Aiya’s gaze was dazed. “But I fell into darkness…”
“Then she’s supporting your fall into darkness,” Ming Die said, her eyes deep and shadowy.
Her words left everyone silent.
The guess was bold, but it seemed the only explanation.
Aiya stayed quiet for a long time before nodding. “Then I’ll continue to believe in the Goddess of Judgment… at least on the surface.”
On the surface, she’d remain loyal to the Goddess of Judgment, but in truth, her faith now lay with the silver-haired, busty girl who had led her into darkness.
Though Bai Yue Ling was only a level 12 priest, she had become Aiya’s new mental pillar after her fall.
Bai Yue Ling was thrilled. Another big sister corrupted—her nightmare of being tormented by big sisters was fading furtherósito