The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Inside his personal tent at the Explorer's Camp, Moran stood beside the Sky Well and activated the Thran World Invitation in his hand.

After the familiar pulling sensation of being teleported across worlds, the expected landing sensation did not come.

Instead, she seemed to be in a strange "floating" state.

I couldn't see anything, and my hands and feet felt weak. I could vaguely feel the flexible and elastic walls around me.

She seemed to be trapped in a small space.

She was enveloped in an intense, irresistible life energy, pure and gentle.

After a brief moment of shock, Moran immediately checked himself.

Sensing that the Book of Cards was still inside her body and that the flow of magic and mental energy was not restricted, she finally felt a sense of security.

"This is where?"

She thought calmly, her mind racing:
"The invitation's delivery mechanism has been verified countless times and shouldn't malfunction. So, is the invitation from the Seran world's best friend special, or am I just unlucky this time, and my local identity has led to my imprisonment from the start?"

Whatever the reason, sitting idly by and waiting for death is definitely not her style.

Moran began to try to mobilize her magic, preparing to forcefully break through the seemingly flexible "barrier" that was trapping her.

However, just as she was about to concentrate her magic at her fingertips—

hum!
An unfamiliar image flashed through her mind without warning!
The scene was extremely brief, yet incredibly clear:
The moment she forcefully broke through the barrier, the entire vibrant space shattered like a broken eggshell, the abundant life energy inside leaked out and dissipated wildly, and her body quickly weakened.

"!!!"

Moran's pupils suddenly contracted, the magic he had been preparing to unleash vanished instantly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

She frequently uses mental magic to read other people's memories, and her mental defenses are virtually impenetrable. How could completely unfamiliar information suddenly appear in her mind?

Her heightened alertness immediately calmed her mind, and she began to carefully examine her mental state, inch by inch.

Soon, she discovered an incongruous presence in her spiritual sea—a green orb radiating a soft and ancient aura.

It floated there quietly, showing no aggression or malice, but rather like a seed waiting to hatch.

What surprised Moran even more was that when her mental energy touched the green light, she naturally understood a stream of information, as if it were something she was supposed to know.

Although it looked completely unfamiliar, she immediately understood what it was:
"The inherited memories of nature spirits?"

Moran was stunned.

What happened? How did the memories of the nature spirits end up in her mind?
An absurd idea popped into my head uncontrollably.

She instinctively raised her hand, trembling, and touched her ear—

The touch from my fingertips was sharp, soft, and carried an unfamiliar skeletal outline.

"I... I've really become an elf?"

The fact struck her like a thunderbolt, leaving her in disbelief as she repeatedly touched the pointed ears that belonged to the elves.

Why is the Invitation to a Close Friend so precious? It is because it allows the world's consciousness to treat explorers as beings of its own world, granting each Close Friend explorer a perfectly integrated local identity.

Explorers can inherit not only the memories, bloodline, and talents of this identity, but also retain their original abilities.

She had already verified this in the Three Thousand Mirror Ruins world. Although the Seran world had no witches or sorceresses, it did have humans, and in considerable numbers.

In Moran's view, the identity of a human girl, whether in terms of lifestyle, mindset, or social integration, should be more suitable for her than that of an elf.

Of course, she didn't think elves were bad.

On the contrary, elves have long lifespans, possess extremely high natural magic talent, and even have inherited memories that even witches and sorceresses envy... From any perspective, elves have a much higher starting point than ordinary humans.

But the problem is—giving her the identity of an unborn, still-developing elf baby, what kind of nonsense is that?!

The moment she touched that inherited memory, a massive amount of basic information flooded into her consciousness.

She was fully aware of her current situation—a pure elven fetus whose consciousness was already mature, but whose body still needed to absorb a large amount of nutrients to fully develop!

She went through so much trouble to come to Thran to learn more advanced magical knowledge and explore the mysteries of the level 15 world, not to actually start from scratch and experience a childhood that lasts for decades or even hundreds of years without her own control!
"Wait a minute..." she suddenly remembered the crucial point, "This invitation was obtained in exchange for Ms. Ariana..."

Could it really be a problem with the invitation itself?

Could this invitation be linked to the Pokémon's identity pool?
She remembered that Ariana had said that the elves of Thran had many branches, and the branch that migrated to Valen was the nature elves.

As it happens, her current identity is also that of a nature spirit.

Thinking of this, Moran couldn't help but sigh deeply.

She could feel the warm and nourishing "water of life" around her automatically nourishing her young body.

She swallowed a few mouthfuls unconsciously, the sweet energy flowing into her throat, bringing a strange sense of comfort.

I only got five invitations to my best friend's page in total. Once I use one, I'll have one less.

It would be such a waste to give up and return immediately just because her identity is that of an "elf baby," and it would also be a disservice to her previous plans and expectations.

At this point, complaining and resisting are pointless.

"Only by accepting it..." she told herself.

Fortunately, her card book, mental power, and magic power remained unaffected.

Although her body was restricted, her spirit was free.

Let's just consider it a period of seclusion.

For Moran, the most intolerable thing is wasting time.

This is a perfect opportunity to carefully sort out and study the vast collection of natural spirit inheritance memories in my mind.

Queen Ariana said that the High Elves are one of the oldest intelligent races in the world of Thran, with an incredibly glorious past, and their magical civilization once illuminated the entire era.

However, due to ideological differences, many branches evolved within the group later on.

Nature Elves are one of the weaker branches among the many major branches, and the branch that migrated to the world of Valen is actually just a Wood Elf that leans towards forests and plants.

Perhaps this inherited memory can tell her what the high elves of the Thran world are really like.

Consciousness once again sank into that green ball of light.

The inherited memories, which would normally unlock gradually as the elf grows, were completely revealed before her vast spiritual power. (End of Chapter)