In a special space beyond the control of other realms.
A flash of golden light appeared, and Lovis's figure emerged from it.
She remained calm, with a hint of cunning in her eyes, showing no trace of panic.
"Hmph, Vilandir, although I don't know what your scheme is this time, this divine magic is real. And my Book of Creation won't be so easy to take; it will return to my hands sooner or later."
A faint smile appeared on Lovis's lips.
Over these thousands of epochs, she has not lived in vain; she has also laid out many schemes.
The other party may make a small profit, but she will definitely not lose money.
Her gaze returned to the dark purple orb of inheritance in her hand, and an uncontrollable fervor flashed in Lovis's eyes.
"Three lives!"
“Velandir, you always use the excuse that I’m not suited for this divine art to brush me off, but I don’t believe it. I can even master the strongest divine art recorded in the Book of Creation, you’re clearly afraid of being surpassed by me.”
Lovis cast several probing spells towards the sphere of inheritance.
The spell did not generate any alarms.
"Hmph, they didn't even set any traps!"
Lovis suddenly felt a surge of anger. What did this mean?
Do you look down on me?
Are you so sure that even without any tricks, I still can't master it?
"Let you run wild for a while longer. Once I've mastered this divine technique, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."
Lovis took a deep breath to calm herself, and focused her divine sense into the sphere of inherited light in her hand.
Amidst the intertwining divine runes, consciousness slowly rose, enveloped within them.
"Please note! No trace of the Netherworld's inheritance has been detected. The difficulty of cultivating 'Three Lives' has automatically increased to the highest level."
"Currently, you are practicing the first technique. Please complete at least 999 successful fate exchanges. Once completed, you will be qualified to practice the first technique of the Three Lives: Rebirth."
...
"Where am I? Why can't I control my body... Hmm? This seems to be... another version of me?"
Loves was startled when she regained consciousness, but then she realized what was happening.
"So this is the method of cultivating through three lifetimes? Is it to make a deal with me from different timelines?"
As a supreme being with extraordinary vision, Lovis instantly realized the key point.
She quietly possessed that youthful version of herself, experiencing everything familiar.
The world she was born into was a small world controlled by many powerful planes, which were deliberately transformed into a chaotic and disordered state to send outstanding geniuses from their respective forces to gain experience.
However, unlike the tragic fate of most natives, although she was abandoned by her parents at birth, she was discovered by a mentor responsible for protecting the safety of the trainees and brought back to the "Silver Splendor" Empire.
Although she faced some criticism due to her background, she still managed to successfully enter the "Silver Glory Royal Magic Academy" from a junior magic academy thanks to her outstanding magical talent and the careful guidance of a Diamond Rank 10 mentor.
In the second year of the exam, the tutor died in the line of duty while protecting a high-ranking nobleman of the empire during a mission. In order to recognize his merits, in addition to posthumously granting him a noble title, he secretly rewarded his only adopted daughter with a large amount of precious cultivation resources, including a bottle of god-level potion.
With these resources, he quickly advanced to the Gold Tier 1.
Her astonishing rate of progress, coupled with her stunningly beautiful appearance, led some to refer to her and the academy's top genius, Abel, as the "Twin Stars of the Academy."
"Next, Vilandir should be specially recruited into the school, right?"
Lovis looked at everything she had experienced in her past life without any emotional fluctuation.
In her view, these were things the empire owed her; they had transformed that small world into a chaotic and dangerous place, indirectly causing the deaths of her parents.
Whether it was their later adoption or the compensation they received, it was all only natural.
"Huh...why is she going to participate in training at this time?"
Lovis was somewhat surprised.
She remembered meeting Vilandir by chance when she stumbled upon the Imperial Archmage in his laboratory, where he was being treated like a student, respectfully seeking his guidance. She was utterly astonished by his extraordinary talent.
Going to gain experience at this time would obviously mean missing this opportunity.
"Very well, there are always some fools who say I rely entirely on Vilandir. Humph, even without him, I can still become the Holy Lord of Light who controls all the heavens!"
Thinking about it, Lovis looked on with anticipation in her eyes, and images quickly flooded into her mind.
[In July of a glorious year, eager to avenge your adoptive father, you ventured to the high-risk Ruins No. 13 for training. You were ambushed in the outer area, fought your way out, and returned severely wounded.]
In September of the same year, after recovering from your injuries, you realized your strength was insufficient and began to train frantically. Using the remaining resources, you successfully advanced to Gold Level 4 three months later.
After exhausting your rare resources, you find that your cultivation speed has slowed considerably with only the ordinary resources provided by the school. To improve your strength as quickly as possible, you begin working hard to earn money.
[Through your connections with the high-ranking official whom your adoptive father saved, and your excellent academic performance, you've successfully landed some well-paid private jobs—tutoring the preschool children of nobles.]
In addition, I also registered with the Adventurers' Guild and used my spare time to take on combat missions near the capital to hone my combat skills.
[In March of this glorious year, news arrived of the Grand Competition spanning ten thousand planes, to be held by the Holy Light Pantheon. Realizing this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you resigned from all temporary jobs and began to cultivate with all your might.]
[In May of this glorious year, a month before the competition, you successfully broke through to Gold Level 5.]
"How come you're only at Gold Level 5?"
Lovis, who was watching, frowned. What was wrong with her? Wasting time on a bunch of useless things, and even going to a high-risk ruin. It was simply stupid.
She patiently continued reading.
[In July of this glorious year, the grand competition officially begins. With your Gold Level 5 skill, you successfully passed the preliminary rounds with a record of 27 wins and 3 losses, advancing to the knockout stage.]
In the first round of the elimination tournament, you encountered a seventh-tier Gold Mage. However, your opponent seemed to lack combat experience, and you seized an opening to defeat them.
[After that, you advanced smoothly until the sixth round of the elimination tournament, where you encountered another top genius with a "Diamond Tier 3" level of skill. Despite giving it your all, you were still defeated. Ultimately, you finished in [number] place, earning the qualification to become an unofficial member of the Holy Light Pantheon.]
[After this, you joined the Holy Light pantheon and dedicated yourself to spreading the faith.]
[Throughout your glorious history, through your diligent preaching and tireless work, you have received the blessings of the Holy Light. On this occasion, you request the great angels to resurrect your deceased foster father.]
[...]
[Three eras later, the great Lord of Light, having temporarily suppressed the crisis of the Abyss, returned and bestowed blessings upon all realms with supreme divine might. Because of your diligent and outstanding performance throughout countless ages, you have been exceptionally promoted to a glorious two-winged angel, and will live forever in Heaven.]
[...]
The scene before them gradually faded away, and two women with similar appearances but completely different temperaments appeared in a chaotic space.
Looking at the white wings fluttering behind the other person, Lovis felt a surge of resentment.
Stop at fame? Or become a glorious two-winged angel?
Are you kidding me?!
Who is this person impersonating me?!
But before she could speak, Lovis, who had transformed into a two-winged angel, spoke first: "I already know why you've come. I can give you my destiny, but you must agree to one condition."
"What are the conditions?"
Lovis suppressed her dissatisfaction and forced a smile as she asked.
Regardless, let's get our destiny chart first.
"I have been blessed by the Holy Light throughout my life."
The two-winged angel wore a devout smile:
"Therefore, I hope that you can continue my wish in your own world, and wholeheartedly believe in and be loyal to the great Lord of Light."
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