This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist

[Snowy Village Agreement] (???)

Created by the Moon Goddess, when lit near the Golden Tree, its snow fragrance nourishes the tree, causing it to bloom and bear fruit.

Bloom and bear fruit?

After the Golden Tree Withered Leaf, it seemed there might be flowers and fruits left.

Rita tucked it away. She didn’t currently have any rewards related to the Golden Tree. Even if she did, she’d have to wait until the contract with B80234615 was done to ask about it and decide how to use it.

The third reward was [Drunkard · Skill Memory Feather].

This was the item she had been looking forward to the most, aside from the antenna and Snowy Village Agreement.

She summoned Nivalis to guard her, while she began counting her ores and diamonds. She also emptied out the 47 World Graveyards she had gathered from the battlefield and the items purchased from the Marmang world, asking Nivalis to help organize them.

Once the area was secure, Rita held the feather in her hand. At once, a scene from Maple Syrup using the skill played in her mind.

She saw Maple Syrup flying high in the sky. Behind her orange-red wings, a huge shadow of wings appeared. The shadow of the wings was exactly like Rita’s Orange-Red Light Wings.

The winged shadow blotted out the sky. As Maple Syrup fluttered her wings, the shadow moved in sync. Golden mist spread out with the gusts of wind from her wings, covering everything in an endless fog, as though it could turn an entire city into a fog-filled wasteland.

Rita heard Maple Syrup’s voice in her mind.

"This is the wine mist. All living beings that inhale it will fall into a state of confusion. They’ll see distorted information, have mixed-up emotions, skills will misfire, and their sense of direction will be muddled.

What you see, hear, think, and feel will be wrong, just like being drunk. The mist doesn’t disperse, and Confusion doesn’t stop!

Players weaker than you will definitely fall into Confusion, and the higher their strength compared to yours, the weaker the effect will be.

For example, on a world battlefield, right now your limit is that you can affect 10th-tier players, but once you reach my level, you’ll probably only affect players of the same tier.

This skill consumes not just mana but also the fumes of the wine.

To use Drunkard, you need to drink in advance to build up the wine fumes. I remember you don’t like strong alcohol, so you can soak your wings in the wine. The light wings and the regular wings aren’t all that different."

Then came a long explanation of practice methods and skill principles, mixed with Maple Syrup’s personal insights on the lightning attribute.

Rita listened, utterly absorbed.

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When Maple Syrup got serious, she was an excellent teacher. She didn’t waste words, and her instructions were precise.

Some necromancer instructors taught like chefs writing a recipe, throwing out vague terms like "a bit," "a little," "just enough," "roughly," or "you’ll know when you feel it." If they weren’t so talented, Rita would’ve had a headache trying to follow their lessons.

But Maple Syrup was different. She explained the stages clearly and told Rita exactly how to feel and what to watch for to make sure she didn’t learn the wrong thing.

At the end of the lesson, she added a final thought:

"These are just the beginner uses for this skill. Even if it shows up on your skill panel, the max level is probably only S. If you want to learn more, to the point where the wine mist can cover the skies and envelop a small world, come find me in Polar Day City."

Maple Syrup was perfect…

When Rita opened her eyes again, the feather was still in her hand, though its glow had dimmed a little. She could sense that she could attend the lesson two more times before this feather disappeared.

Of course, the lesson content would be repetitive.

Maple Syrup was more considerate than Rita had expected. This skill was truly given with her heart.

If Maple Syrup had only given a one-time-use feather, Rita wouldn’t have been able to do anything with it. But Maple Syrup didn’t know that Rita had Master Thief Dragon, and that she could watch the lesson as many times as she wanted.

Rita carefully stored the feather away, then looked at the table. It was covered with various World Graveyards. Many of the same type were grouped together by Nivalis, though the same type was surprisingly rare.

It was the first time Rita had seen so many different types of World Graveyards.

There were triangular metal ones, wooden carvings, soda cans, baseball caps, and more. She counted—there were as many as twenty-one different types, but unfortunately, not a single key had been completed.

Rita didn’t have enough space in her backpack, so she had to store them all in the Magician’s Wisdom Tooth.

Next, the ores—107 ores in total. Rita and Nivalis couldn’t identify all of them. For now, she decided to leave them and deal with them once the contract with B80234615 was completed.

Nivalis asked, "You really plan to contract with B80234615?"

Rita had already mentioned this when she had turned into diamonds in the well to escape the pursuit.

Although it would be a master-servant contract, completely under Rita’s control, she still needed to let Nivalis know that the family might soon gain a new member.

Even if Nivalis disagreed, Rita wouldn’t back down. The help that B80234615 would bring was far too valuable for her to pass up.

Rita said, "Yes, but before that, I’d like to visit Lidian on Dragon Island and ask her what she knows about the mechanical races."

Nivalis responded, "Sure, then... Can I return the dragon blood we took from Lidian at Hatred Thorns to her?"

Rita replied, "That’s your own dragon-related matter. The blood came into your hands, so you decide what to do with it."

The dragon clan wasn’t stingy. Every time Rita visited Dragon Island, the elders had treated her well, whether it was the fruit they served when she visited for the first time, or the Wind Shear skill, Absolute Clarity, that they gave her. While she owed them a favor, she couldn’t deny their kindness.

The great dragons weren’t petty, and Rita wouldn’t be either.

Just then, a private message rang through—Shadow.Q was already outside.

"Let me sell the items to Eclipse Vanguard, then we’ll head to Dragon Island."

With that, Rita Shadow Stepped outside and released Thunder Net to let her in.

When Shadow.Q saw Rita’s right eye, she didn’t ask too many questions. She had noticed the issue with Rita’s right eye before—Rita had used bandages to cover it multiple times.

But she hadn’t expected Rita to be so unbothered by it now.

Once inside, Shadow.Q began checking the goods Rita had brought back.

She asked, "Can I ask how you got back?"

Rita replied, "I just joined a Mahjong tournament to come back."

Shadow.Q: "…" It was an answer that sounded frustratingly simple.

Rita kindly reminded her, "I’m not sure if you’ll be able to use your skills to return once you’re there. Maybe yes, maybe no, so just be careful."

"We understand," Shadow.Q thanked her. "We’ve consulted the divination multiple times, and it all showed disaster, so we haven’t sent anyone over yet."