CHAPTER 56: NEWLY GENERATED

Upon entering the room, Erisia picked up her phone from the nightstand and promptly sent David the contact information for the asylum. After putting her phone down, she walked towards the bed, and the Echo system chimed in her mind.

[ Newly generated Recommended Mission completed successfully!]

[ Title: Expose Sierra Wrenford. ]

[ Objective: Reveal Sierra Wrenford’s true face to the rest of the Wrenford family members. Get back your identity and extract Sierra from the story. ]

[ The first objective is completed. In a few hours, the rest will be completed. ]

[ Duration: No duration given. ]

[ Reward Activation {Standard Tier}:

• Temporary Skill Buffs (temporarily enhance her previous rewards).

• Obsidian Vein – Temporary resistance to truth serum, mind-altering drugs, or manipulation. ]

[ Bonus Reward:

• Mimic Nerve – Replicate someone’s speech patterns or handwriting with 90% accuracy. ]

’Seriously? Newly generated mission?’ Erisia muttered as she threw herself onto the bed. ’Is this part of the new narrative trajectory?’

[ Yes, which is why it was just generated. Sierra was a key antagonist to Lyra and Asher’s love story, and now that she is gone, the narrative is being continuously pulled in another direction. That shift is part of your mission. You’ve survived and nearly avenged ’Erisia.’ Now, you must focus on thriving—and becoming an actress. ]

’I see... but even if Sierra is taken away, I’m not done with my revenge. There are still her friends. And thank you for reminding me—once I’m settled, I’ll reach out to Cassian or Soraya. Oh, and the rewards this time are interesting. I hope I get to use them soon.’

She lay on the bed for minutes, unable to sleep. After tossing and turning, she gave up. Sitting up, she folded her legs, wrapped her arms around them, pulled the quilt over her shoulders, and rested her chin on her knees. A quiet sigh slipped past her lips.

[ There is something on your mind, Host. ]

’Hm. Tell me... if the original Erisia had her revenge today, would she feel satisfied?’

[ There is almost a 100% probability she would feel satisfied—and, most of all, happy. Is there a reason why you asked? Is it because you don’t feel any of these? ]

’Yes. Instead, I feel... a stifled emptiness with a tiny bit of pleasure from getting rid of Sierra. And her memories that keep replaying in my head don’t make it any easier.’

[ It’s because you’re dwelling on it. Your mind has fixated, and now it feels heavier than it is. Try thinking about something else—something that will make you feel better. ]

’Okay,’ Erisia murmured, trying to redirect her thoughts. It was difficult, until she remembered Seliora’s promise that she would take her to visit Kealith.

She wondered what Kealith would look like when she finally saw him. She had imagined it in her past life but treated it as nothing more than a daydream—he was a character in a story, and she could never enter the story... or so she thought. Who could have guessed she would not only enter the story but also meet Kealith Asheborne himself?

’Right, Echo. I suddenly thought about what you said—that "Erisia" lacked what the readers envisioned in a lead, and that’s why you chose me...’

[ Yes? ]

’Why couldn’t she do what I did? Why did you choose me? Sure, she was kind and faint-hearted, but with time and guidance, she might have managed the same. If she had, then maybe she would be the one feeling satisfied and relieved now.’

[ I told you before: Erisia could not be saved. She died before I arrived, and though I don’t know why, she couldn’t be revived. The only reason you could be saved—and one of the reasons I chose you—was because your body was dead. Once your soul was placed in Erisia’s healthy body, you could live again. ]

Erisia pressed her forehead lightly against her knees, silent for a moment. ’So I’m alive... only because of a loophole.’

[ Not a loophole. A convergence. Your end overlapped with hers, and the world’s demand for ’Erisia’ to live created the opening. That was why I reached you. ]

Her lips curved faintly at that. ’Convergence, huh? Makes it sound like fate. Or maybe luck.’

[ That depends on how you look at it. ]

Erisia thought about it and, in the end, decided to be grateful—because not everyone was given a second chance at life. She was. And she would not waste it.

Her phone rang on the nightstand. She groaned, forcing herself to sit up again. Reaching over, she grabbed it and squinted at the caller ID.

Seliora? Why would she be calling her now?

Still, Erisia accepted the call and brought the phone to her ear. "Hi, Seliora."

"Hello, Erisia," Seliora’s warm voice came through, though it carried a faint undertone of fatigue. "How have you been? How was your day?"

"I’m fine," Erisia replied softly. "And my day... well, I don’t really know how to describe it."

On the other end, Seliora stopped mid-step on her way back to her room. She set the glass of water in her hand down on the nearest table, her brows knitting together. "Did something happen?"

Erisia leaned back against the headboard, her voice calm but edged with a trace of weariness. "I used the information you gave me and exposed Sierra. She’ll be sent to an asylum tomorrow. And... I’ll be moving out of the Wrenfords’ house as well."

"Oh." Seliora’s tone shifted into concern. "Do you need help with packing? I can call someone—"

"No," Erisia interrupted with a light laugh, shaking her head. "It’s just two suitcases. I can handle it."

"I see..." Seliora exhaled slowly, then her voice brightened, almost conspiratorial. "Then guess what?"

Erisia raised a brow, surprised that Kealith’s mother had this playful side to her. "What?" she asked, her tone cautious but curious.

"Remember I said I would take you to see my son?" Seliora replied, her voice light. "Well, I told him I’ll be bringing someone over soon, and he agreed. So, I hope you’ll be free in a few days?"