Sorcerer’s Handbook

“Ahhh…”

Lise was awakened by the sunlight streaming through the window, clutching a teddy bear in her left arm and rubbing her eyes with her right hand as she sat up, clearly having had a restless night. Her sisters had come back in the middle of the night and, instead of sleeping, they had chatted away, forcing her to get up to use the bathroom.

After peeing, her sisters were still discussing matters related to the Virtual Realm, and Lise had become so captivated by the conversation that she ended up sleep-deprived and exhausted.

In fact, if Lise hadn’t taken control of her body, she would have had sufficient rest.

When a Sorcerer links to the Virtual Realm, their body is effectively put into a state of automatic sleep by the realm, entering directly into deep sleep.

Most creatures alternate between light and deep sleep, with the restorative effects of deep sleep being the most beneficial, despite it being a small proportion of the overall sleep cycle.

Sorcerers able to voluntarily enter deep sleep only need to spend 2 hours in the Virtual Realm for their bodies to recover enough energy to last the next 22 hours. And unless they are extremely unlucky, most Sorcerers’ explorations in the Virtual Realm average around four hours, which replenishes their energy to nearly overflowing levels.

This is one of the reasons why Sorcerers are part of the elite class in various Kingdoms. Not all Sorcerers wield violent power, but they all have more real-world time and ample energy throughout the entire day without fatigue.

Simply put, Sorcerers not only possess higher Talents than ordinary people, but they also work harder, have more time – even moving bricks they would do it faster, stronger, and more vigorously. Not to mention, Sorcerers benefit from a more rewarding feedback mechanism—ordinary people may not succeed despite their efforts, but Sorcerers are certain to reap rewards for their efforts, growing stronger day by day even by just going through the motions in the Virtual Realm.

Though playing the same game, only Sorcerers are truly players, while ordinary people are merely NPCs there to enhance the atmosphere.

When Deya entered the Virtual Realm and let Lise take over the body, it was akin to sacrificing the benefit of “sleep assistance from the Virtual Realm.” Moreover, since their bodies had turned into children’s, they couldn’t recover without a solid nine hours of sleep.

As for why they would endure such an arduous and thankless task… it was, of course, to conceal the fact that they were Sorcerers.

Being able to immediately enter a deep sleep state is both a privilege and a symbol of Sorcerers. That is to say, if someone falls asleep and remains utterly still, with no bodily movements, and sleeps for less than five hours, that person is most certainly a Sorcerer. Conversely, someone who gets up in the middle of the night, kicks off their blankets, drools, and sleeps for more than seven hours, could not possibly be a Sorcerer.

While at the Tower, even though Princess Deya had summoned her ‘Mask’ spirit and began her Virtual Realm Adventure three years prior, she managed to deceive everyone with this trick, even the Sanctuary Sorcerers couldn’t see through her disguise. To everyone else, she always appeared as the innocent and naive Lise Deya, who could only fall asleep while hugging her teddy bear.

Now, although she was no longer a princess, it was still necessary to conceal her Sorcerer identity. If Annan were to discover that Lise was a Sorcerer, all her efforts would be wasted. Moreover, Deya had become accustomed to leaving a sister behind to watch over her body in reality. Without doing so, she felt as uneasy and distracted as if she were not wearing underwear, unable to focus on Exploring the Virtual Realm.

Yawning, Lise freshened up in the Restroom and upon returning to her room, she saw Ashe, Igor, Harvey, and Banjeet all enjoying breakfast, all of them looking energetic and clearly having spent the night in the Virtual Realm.

At that moment, Annan came out of his room. Lise thought for a second, loosened her hastily tied pigtails, and holding a hairband, she tugged at Ashe’s sleeve, “Daddy, braid my hair.”

Ashe, who was indulging in a custard Lala Fatty, blinked and glanced at the approaching Annan. He didn’t reject the presumptuous request, instead, he scooped Lise into his arms and began a series of ferocious maneuvers.

In the matter of dressing up, Ashe was a professional—albeit in a destructive manner. With nothing but a messy hairstyle, he completely ruined the potential beauty of little Lise, akin to preparing the finest Lala Fatty ingredients into the most unpalatable dish. Lise’s forehead hair was pulled taut, causing her eyes to be drawn upward by the hair’s tension, turning her pretty, large eyes into an unattractive squint.

However, Ashe wasn’t picking on Lise intentionally; he was genuinely unskilled at hair braiding—his mother had short hair, and his brother had maintained a crew cut for over twenty years. Where would he have had the chance to learn hair braiding?

But Ashe’s lack of hair braiding skills wasn’t a big deal. As long as he made Lise look unattractive, it would trigger the aesthetic auto-correction mechanism in the room.

Ashe held Lise in his arms, both of them staring intently at Igor across the table.

Stare (=⊙ω⊙=)~

Stare (=^ω^=)~

One second, two seconds, three seconds. As soon as Annan sat down, Igor couldn’t take it anymore. “Come here, I’ll braid your hair. Ashe, your hands are only fit for carving flowers in crap.”

“Next time you want your hair braided, just go straight to Aunt Bukin. She won’t refuse your request to protect her own eyes,” Ashe said with a chuckle, setting Lise down.

While Igor took out his own little comb to tidy Lise’s hair, Harvey, who had finished breakfast, walked to the living room balcony and lit a Catnip, asking, “Annan, what’s the plan for today?”

“There could be one, or there could be none.”

The Scarlet Gold Dragon Lizard suddenly appeared on Annan’s shoulder. As Annan tore a piece of a bagel to feed it, he said, “Today is May 4th, and the official start date for your job is the 10th. Before that, you are free to move around and don’t need to accompany me.”

“Free?” Harvey squinted his eyes. “You call this ‘freedom’—not being able to contact the outside world, not being allowed to go out for air, or even forbidden to research Magical Factions?”

Although Harvey didn’t and couldn’t make an aggressive stance, the Butler Youth stealthily stepped forward to stand between the Necromancer and the Miss.

Ashe glanced at Igor, who was focused on braiding Lise’s hair, only sharing a brief eye contact with the Cult Leader—it’s not my business, I didn’t conspire with Harvey, this is his own sudden move.

“So, what kind of freedom do you want?” Annan turned his chair to face the balcony, tilting his head slightly as the amethyst earring sparkled in the sunlight. “I don’t think you would just want to go out to smell the flowers, bask in the sun, and experience the exotic atmosphere, right?”

“I want to go to the Sewer on the lower level.”

The sunlight seemed to take on a purple hue, and a chilling cold filled the space like mercury spilling everywhere. Ashe put down his Lala Fatty, and Igor held Lise in his arms.

They almost forgot—although Annan had used despicable means to recruit them, Annan was himself a Two Wings Sorcerer. Compared to the Mind Sorcerer who was not adept at direct combat, the Necromancer who heavily relied on the battlefield environment, and the rookie Sorcerer who had just set foot on the Time Continent last night, the Purple Moth who dared to negotiate with the Four Pillars Cult was likely the most powerful among them.

Not to mention the over-sixty-year-old expired youth, Banjeet.

“…Found in the Gospel?” Annan flicked his earring, producing a ‘ding’ sound: “Let me guess how you searched for this information—’Where in Azura can someone kill without attracting the attention of the Red Caps’?”

“Actually it was ‘Where in this city are corpses most likely to appear,” Harvey said. “I was expecting the name of a shoddy hospital to come up; it seems Azura’s healthcare environment is quite good.”

“I may not have said it, but—whether or not one adheres to social norms and morals is a very important factor in the Gospel ranking list,” Annan’s eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of purple: “Without my order, you are not allowed to kill anyone, not even a Lala Fatty.”

“I didn’t say I was going to kill anyone,” Harvey finished his last puff, flicking the cigarette butt over the balcony: “Necromancers have plenty of ‘legal’ means to obtain a Corpse—”

The Butler Youth stretched out his hand, and an icicle formed at his fingertip, instantly piercing the ten meters distance and freezing the cigarette butt in mid-air, then with a slight curl of his finger, the frosty cigarette butt arced into his palm.

“It doesn’t matter at home, but throwing a cigarette butt outside violates the ‘High-Rise Residential Security Regulations’ and the ‘Public Security Management Measures’.”

Banjeet spoke calmly: “Please do not engage in actions that diminish your own value. The Gospel is watching you.”

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