Chapter 255

What is my goal? And what should I do?

Weiruisi never resisted asking herself these kinds of questions.

Her father was a manor steward for a fallen noble family.

Although he was very busy most of the time and couldn't be seen all day, the generous reward for working for the noble "master" allowed her family to live a decent life in a not-so-prosperous small town.

Young Weiruisi was very curious about her father's work and didn't understand why he could earn more rewards just by sitting in the study than those farmers and laborers who suffered from wind and sun.

Regarding this, her father, who was only in his early forties at the time but already had graying temples, naturally wouldn't complain to his favorite youngest daughter at home, nor would he explain what he, his father, and his father's father—along with their entire family—had sacrificed for this job.

Instead, he explained the content of his current work in a witty and interesting way.

It was a management plan for the manor's land, forests, livestock, farm tools, grain, and other critical matters, arranging agricultural activities for the whole year through detailed records and forward-looking planning.

When to plow, what crops to sow, harvest time, storage locations, response methods for various weather conditions, and even the food supply for the lord and the hired hands...

Since she was a young girl, she watched her father manage the manor like a precision machine, how he continuously and purposefully planned such a large piece of land and the operation of a system of hundreds of people in detail.

Influenced by what she saw and heard, she naturally and deeply realized the necessity and power of "planning."

Weiruisi was keen on setting practical and feasible goals for herself at every stage of her life and achieving them step by step through hard work.

Before she was an adult, she studied the basics of the common language and simple arithmetic, copied anything with text, and took the initiative to help her father organize parchment rolls and calculate harvests and inventory—the goal was to reduce the pressure on her father, at least allowing him to sleep a few more hours at night.

Later, as she grew older and learned more about the world and society, she used her literacy skills to gradually participate in church activities, striving to gain access to the church library and deeply study basic astronomy, geometry, history, and theology—the goal was to become a nun, help reduce the burden on her family, and plan for her own future.

After that, as a mentor passing through the town discovered her talent and let her follow him to learn magical knowledge, Weiruisi's goals became even clearer.

Memorizing the first spell model, completing the first magic experiment, obtaining a professional level, casting a fireball, obtaining a mage tower of her own...

Some of these had been completed, while others were far out of reach.

But the habit of "setting plans and achieving goals" had permeated her life from beginning to end.

After her rebirth, the once abundant magic power turned into nothingness, and countless magical items used for self-protection disappeared.

She certainly felt panicked and uneasy.

The immense pressure of "saving the world" made her unable to breathe.

She even began to doubt whether she really had the ability to complete this epic and arduous task.

Fortunately, this habit, which came from childhood and had been consistently followed, and which she hadn't forgotten even after ascending to transcendence, allowed her to gradually calm down.

Just like countless times before, at the small dressing table in her bedroom, in the cold corner of the library, on the messy desk in the laboratory...

The quill left lines of elegant text in the "sasha" sound, and the ideas in her head gradually became clear through detailed planning and summary.

As an academic spellcaster, she wasn't necessarily good at fighting, but formulating feasible plans and completing them was something she was very familiar with.

Why did she join Haian's escort squad?

The goal was to kill the Dragonborn Sawa and find the opportunity that caused the other party's life path to change in her past life.

For what?

The former was because Sawa became a traitor to the Alliance in the later years, directly leading to the fall of Niumu City and the collapse of the Alliance front; the latter was to use this to increase her growth speed and restore her strength as quickly as possible.

The root cause?

In general, it was actually for those three words:

—Deviation Rate!

Killing Sawa, improving her strength, and even "rebirth" itself—Weiruisi's ultimate goal was to increase the world line deviation rate to avoid, or rather, delay as much as possible the time of the fall of the Aifala Continent.

Right now, had Weiruisi's goal been completed?

Although Sawa didn't die at her own hands, she had indeed passed away;

And the "opportunity" she was pursuing, which the other party should have obtained during this mission, had not been obtained.

It seemed that only half had been completed.

But if one started from the fundamental "deviation rate," this was a complete and successful plan.

She had perfectly and exceeded the goals she had previously set.

She had directly pulled the expected value of the original 0.05% deviation rate to the current 0.3%!

It was simply as successful as it could be.

As for why such results could be achieved...

The girl's amber eyes suddenly appeared somewhat dazed.

The reason for the change in "deviation rate" might be difficult for others to perceive.

But as a reborn person who possessed memories of her past life and knew the development history of the world line, she only needed to compare the event itself with the differences from her past life to easily investigate the changes within.

She didn't know if Laosen and Teliweilian had died in this mission in her past life.

But considering she had never heard the names of these two, they were obviously not big figures who could influence the world line, and their life or death was insignificant.

The real change was the red dragon she had banished to another dimension using her trump card, and...

"Death Omen" Xia Nan.

To this day, Weiruisi still couldn't figure out why this existence, who had once left a deep shadow in her heart, would have any interaction with the half-elf Haian.

And at such a wrong time point, when the other party should still have been dealing with low-level monsters like Goblins in the Mist Forest, he joined such a wrong team that he shouldn't have appeared in, with the wrong strength of having already obtained a professional level, and even quite extraordinary strength.

The red dragon "Kelaogebali" was powerful, but its influence on the timeline was definitely not as great as the Dragonborn Sawa; whether it was banished or died, the difference was not big.

In this way, excluding some low-probability events.

The source of the extra 0.25% world line was clear.

Weiruisi stood under the tree shade, lost in deep thought.

Although she already had some guesses, she still tried her best to recall the differences between Xia Nan and before on the return journey after the battle ended.

His aura was more condensed, his physique had slight changes, his daily movements seemed slightly uncoordinated at first, but soon recovered...

This was obviously a manifestation of gradually adapting to his enhanced physical fitness after his professional level improved.

Undoubtedly, the battle with Laosen and Teliweilian enabled the other party to make a breakthrough, raising a certain combat technique close to the critical value to "Mastered" proficiency.

But could just this bring a 0.25% deviation rate?

It certainly went beyond that.

Weiruisi's eyes flickered, and thoughts flew in her mind.

And just at this moment, a gaze that made her body instinctively stiffen and tense up was cast from behind.

"Why choose such a remote place? The environment of that tavern looks average, but the private room inside is quite clean."

A familiar male voice came from her ear, and goosebumps involuntarily broke out on the delicate skin of her neck.

Without replying directly, her chest heaving, Weiruisi just stood where she was and took a few deep breaths.

Only then did she muster the courage to turn around slowly with an incomparably firm belief, turning her front toward the black-haired young man behind her.

Xia Nan had his arms crossed over his chest, and what was reflected in his jet-black eyes was the mage girl's awkward and stiff turning movement, like a robot at a technology exhibition in her past life.

He was already used to it, just looking at the other party with a helpless expression.