Chapter 11: Are You Really That Narcissistic?

Only then did Bai Yuan stop struggling. Blinking her mismatched eyes, she noticed that Mo Xiao—who had just mocked her—had a faint blush on her little face, making her look unusually adorable.

It was at that moment she realized that, ever since meeting Mo Xiao, she had always carried a certain prejudice against her.

She had never sincerely tried to understand the character she herself had written. After all, settings were merely spiritual words written into a spiritual work.

As for what Mo Xiao truly thought… it seemed she had never once heard her inner voice.

“Let me see how the trashy master’s fish-mouth is doing… Hmm, looks like it’s mostly healed. Barely passable.”

Mo Xiao let go of her small hand. A thin layer of mist still lingered on her palm—it was the breath Bai Yuan had exhaled earlier.

Damn it! How could such a cute little thing like Mo Xiao have such a mouth? It would be perfect if she just didn’t speak.

Bai Yuan had originally wanted to understand Mo Xiao better, but the moment she opened her mouth, irritation still rose uncontrollably in her chest.

“Mo Xiao, can you be a bit more polite when you talk? Stop calling me ‘trashy’ every other sentence—it sounds awful!”

She puffed up her now de-swollen lips in protest. Every time she heard that word, she couldn’t help but think of those forgotten “trash-tier” characters in certain stories.

“Trashy! Isn’t that part of the setting you wrote, Master? I’m just acting according to it. If I go against my setting too much, I’ll disappear. If you really don’t like me, you can erase me.”

Mo Xiao lowered her gaze. There wasn’t much sadness on her little face—after all, what she said was only half true.

If a book spirit started acting against its own setting, it was essentially denying its own existence. Once that reached a certain level, the world’s rules would erase it.

Mo Xiao herself didn’t have to worry about that. Her setting had been altered by her own hand and wasn’t tied to this world, so even if she violated it, she wouldn’t be destroyed.

As for Bai Yuan erasing a book spirit—it was indeed possible. But a book spirit could only be created once. If Bai Yuan erased her, she would never be able to create another.

Bai Yuan froze for a moment as she recalled this fact. But that wasn’t how she had written the setting at all—she felt wronged too.

Tears of grievance gradually welled up in her eyes. The more she thought about it, the more she hated the mysterious person who had swapped her spirit ink on the spot.

“My setting wasn’t written like that! And even now, it only says arrogant and conceited—you don’t have to call me ‘trashy’ at all!”

Bai Yuan wasn’t stupid. There was no way she’d foolishly erase the character she had created. At most, she would slowly correct things over time.

“Fine. Then the idiot master should go to sleep.”

Seeing Bai Yuan on the verge of tears, Mo Xiao felt a slight tug in her chest and didn’t want to look any longer. She turned her head and climbed off the bed.

Come to think of it, ever since gaining this petite body, she hadn’t really taken a proper look at herself. She had run into trouble right after being “born.”

Bai Yuan didn’t obediently close her eyes. She wanted to see what Mo Xiao was up to—she always felt like she couldn’t understand what went on in Mo Xiao’s mind.

Sitting up on the bed, she saw the tiny girl standing in front of the mirror, admiring herself shamelessly, even striking strange poses.

“Whoa~ Are you really that narcissistic? Posing cutely in front of a mirror—aren’t you embarrassed?”

After watching for a while, Bai Yuan couldn’t hold back her comment. The little dragon girl lifted one slender leg, closed one eye, and smiled cutely—leaving her utterly speechless.

Crap! I got carried away and couldn’t resist doing a few cute poses…

Mo Xiao’s small body stiffened. Her face flushed red—she had thought her master had gone to sleep. Normally, she was just a lazy pig.

Having been suppressed for so long in her previous life, now that she had a loli body, she simply couldn’t resist looking at herself a few more times.

As for her former male identity, she had long since mostly forgotten it. Her previous life had been so long that most things from before her transmigration had faded away.

“I—I wasn’t doing it for you to see! What’s wrong with me looking at myself a bit more? This body was written by you, Master. Can’t I like it?”

Even though she felt embarrassed inside, Mo Xiao stubbornly refused to admit any fault.

“Mm… I guess there’s nothing wrong with that…”

Hearing that Mo Xiao liked it, Bai Yuan actually felt a bit happy—like her work had been acknowledged.

So she took a few more glances at the adorable little girl before lying back down to continue sleeping. Mo Xiao really was very cute.

Even if she wasn’t exactly Bai Yuan’s type, she still couldn’t help but look a few more times.

Interrupted by Bai Yuan, Mo Xiao stopped posing in front of the mirror. Thinking back to her past self, she felt a strange sense of dissonance.

From being a boy, to becoming a busty older sister, and then turning into a little loli—it was… complicated.

She touched her flat little chest. It had only just begun to develop.

Probably around an A-cup—not completely flat. The soft sensation lingered on her hand before she flushed and quickly pulled it away. This size… actually suited her better.

……

“In half a month, it will be the Spirit Creation Tournament. Students who haven’t completed their works yet should hurry up.

Let me go over the rewards. Anyone who makes it into the top ten of the grade will receive generous scholarships, rare spiritual materials, custom spirit ink, and other opportunities—these will be of great benefit to your creations.

But more importantly, officials from the military and the enforcement division will come to observe. If you perform well, you may be recruited in advance. That way, your future will be secured.”

Near the end of the afternoon classes, Teacher Saimeir stood at the podium explaining the tournament.

Bai Yuan didn’t listen very carefully. She had no interest in joining the military or enforcement division—her school life wasn’t even over yet. She didn’t want to go die on the front lines so early.

Those afflicted with “Paperization” who went to the front lines against the Abyss were basically walking to their deaths—without exception.

“Idiot master, the Spirit Creation Tournament is the perfect chance to gather attention. We have to stir things up and increase our presence—only then can we suppress your Paperization.”

Mo Xiao lay on the Ink Sea, idly enjoying the breeze. For now, she couldn’t cultivate.

The spirit world was still too fragile to withstand the immense energy fluctuations her cultivation would produce. After all, her current talent was ridiculously overpowered.

And Bai Yuan’s created world was too crude, so Mo Xiao planned to gather spiritual materials tomorrow to patch it up.

“But Mo Xiao, you have god-tier talent. If you stand out too much, you’ll be dragged to the front lines to fill the gaps—we’ll die!”

Bai Yuan twirled the feather pen in her hand. The pens used here were very different from those in the East, but fortunately, she liked both.

“Relax. They won’t be able to tell. Your Paperization already blocks most of their perception. Even if you stand out, they won’t form a deep impression.”

The reason Mo Xiao wanted to make a scene at the tournament was to obtain a very rare spiritual material—the fragment of the God-Seeking Mirror.

If Bai Yuan was to “capture” the Twin Gods, they first had to find them—and then approach them.

So Mo Xiao needed to establish a method for locating gods. The mirror fragment would allow her to define such a method—it was an extremely crucial material.