The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

"Those rigid skill books..." Martina curled her lip in disdain, and several exaggerated book shadows immediately appeared on the wall, which she kicked away by her own shadow. "Only you adventurers who like to take shortcuts would treasure them!"

Her shadow mimicked a hand-on-hips gesture, "True shadow magic is alive; it's impossible for a skill book with fixed effects to replicate it!"

"That's why I came here to learn from you!"

Moran knew how vast the gap was between skill books and true magic.

Martina snorted, but a slight smile played on her lips. She slammed the bowl down, took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and asked in a gruff voice:

"Are you full? If you are, come with me to the altar outside to complete the tribal conversion ceremony! Your green appearance is an eyesore!"

"Almost done!" Moran finished the last bit of soup in her bowl in a few gulps and followed Martina out.

The altar in Shadow Village is covered with polished black stone slabs.

As soon as Moran stepped onto the first step, she was surprised to find that her shadow was no longer clearly projected on the ground, but rather, like ink dripping into water, it blended completely into the stone slab, spreading out a flowing dark ripple at her feet.

"This is the Shadowless Stone. It is filled with the power of shadow. Here, there is no need for light; shadows are everywhere, making it perfect for practicing shadow magic."

Martina patiently explained for a few moments, a hint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes, her voice softening unconsciously: "After you change your race, you can come here to try it too. I first used Shadow Walk here. I was only five years old then, and I almost got stuck in the stone slab..."

She suddenly fell silent, as if annoyed that she had said too much.

Just then, on the Shadowless Stone Plaza not far away, several gray-white Shadow Clan children suddenly emerged from the stone slabs and then "plop" disappeared back into the stone surface. One mischievous little fellow even suddenly poked his head out from the stone slab at Moran's feet and made a face at her.

Moran was also getting impatient; she looked at the invisible stone coffin on the circular platform in the center of the square:
"Is that the Rebirth Altar?"

“Okay.” Martina led her up to the platform: “Go inside! Then hand me the household registration guarantee and the documents for the ethnic change ceremony!”

Moran did as she was told, handing her the items and then quickly reminded her as she was about to close the coffin lid, "Teacher Martina, mission!"

Before the race conversion mission was even issued and without the intervention of the dream world, could her Spirit Transformation Clan body, formed from dream energy, successfully transform into the Shadow Clan?

Martina's movements visibly stiffened, and her gray eyebrows twitched unnaturally: "I'll give you the task right now!"

She spoke gruffly, bringing up the quest panel, muttering, "Troublesome adventurer rules!"

It was clear that she wasn't very skilled at issuing tasks. Moran waited patiently for a while before finally seeing the system notification.

She opened the task panel and saw:
Shadow Clan Conversion Ceremony

[Difficulty: Easy]

[Content: Completed the race conversion ritual and became a Shadow Clan member]

[Rewards: Shadow Race Template, Skill Points x1, Experience Points x50, Dream Coins x5]

The task content was outrageously concise, not only completely skipping the step of collecting ritual materials, but also making the task a level lower than the original "Spirit Transformation Clan Ritual," and the experience points and dream coins rewards were also reduced by half.

If it were any other normal adventurer, they would probably jump up and down on the spot, feeling that they had been ripped off.

Fortunately, Moran didn't care about that; she looked up at Martina.

She was pretending to be focused on organizing the materials related to her ethnicity change.

The only consolation was that, at least Martina didn't, like old Groot, steal the Dream Coins from the quest rewards and replace them with his "treasured junk." "Cough, lie down."

Martina tapped the edge of the coffin with her stone cane, her tone suddenly turning serious. "Remember, no matter what you see later, don't touch it. You can only come out when I open the coffin. If you ruin the ceremony..." She smiled sinisterly, "I'll stuff you into the frog's shadow as a permanent resident."

Moran raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a bright smile: "Okay!"

If she were still intimidated by Martina's threats, then there would be a real problem.

After spending the whole day together, she had already figured out Martina's temperament.

On the surface, he looks fierce and menacing, always ready to stuff people into teapots to boil or throw them into the shadows to feed the frogs, but in reality, he's much more reliable than old Groot.

At least Martina won't withhold mission rewards.

"..." Martina was dazzled by her smile. She slammed the coffin lid shut, and a muffled voice came from outside: "She actually smiled! Old Groot didn't introduce someone with a screw loose, did he?"

Moran: "..."

The coffin was covered with black moss, which felt surprisingly comfortable to the touch, like lying on fluffy clouds, and had a faint scent of grass and wood. She adjusted her position and waited patiently.

Martina lingered beside the coffin for a while, making sure everything was in order before walking to the center of the altar to begin the transmigration ceremony.

[The Shadow Clan conversion ceremony is underway...]

Moran immediately felt a slight stinging pain, as if countless cold spider silks were crawling out from under her skin.

She looked down and saw that her pale green skin was gradually fading, replaced by a grayish-white with a pearly luster.

The nails also became translucent, with a cold, obsidian-like sheen at the edges.

The pain quickly escalated into a burning sensation.

Her brown hair, as if stained by shadow, faded from the roots until it turned into a pure black like a raven's feather.

The amber-colored beast eyes contracted violently, the irises like ink dripped into clear water, the black color rapidly spreading and eventually swallowing all the whites of the eyes, turning into two pools of pure black without any reflection.

"Ugh..." Moran gritted his teeth, feeling his bones reorganizing, his joints becoming more flexible, and his muscle lines becoming smoother.

Martina's hoarse chanting came from outside the coffin. Moran suddenly felt her heart skip a beat, and a continuous stream of icy black energy flowed from the coffin into her limbs and bones, finally converging at the crystallization of her race in her spiritual sea.

The adventurer's panel only displays a message when the green racial crystal of the Spirit Transformation Clan is completely stained black.

[Race change successful. Shadow race template obtained. Talent slots unlocked.]

Moran opened her dark eyes and found that the darkness no longer obstructed her vision; she could clearly see her own reflection in the coffin lid.

He raised his pale palm, watching a wisp of shadowy power coil around his fingertips, and suddenly smiled.

This race change was worth it! She has already sensed the power of shadow and can successfully convert magic into shadow power.

The coffin lid was suddenly flung open.

Martina, leaning on her stone cane, looked down at her. When she saw the shadow power at her fingertips, a ferocious smile twisted her lips: "Welcome to the Shadow Clan, little monster!" (End of Chapter)