Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

A few more days passed.

That morning, Cui Shi'an was lost in thought, staring at the ecological formula on the blackboard.

A figure silently slipped through the closed window, as if piercing through a non-existent ripple, and landed lightly on the empty seat next to him.

Hera straightened her skirt and sat down like a student who had actually come to listen to a lecture. She even turned her head and winked at Choi Si-an, who had a look of disbelief on his face.

"Why can't I make a phone call?" Cui Shi'an covered his mouth with his textbook, squeezing out the words through gritted teeth, "Does it have to be this sudden, scareful appearance?"

"I walked in perfectly legitimately, okay?" she replied in a low voice, flipping her hand to reveal a black card, which she then pushed in front of Cui Shi'an.

"Here, get rid of it as soon as possible."

Choi Si-an looked closely and saw a faintly glowing address appear on the card: No. xx, Songgye Road, Jeongneung 3-dong.

"Why is it Zhenling again?" he blurted out instinctively.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet classroom.

The professor, who was writing on the blackboard, paused, and all eyes in the classroom turned to him.

Cui Shi'an froze instantly, his cheeks burning, and he quickly stood up and bowed:

"Mian nai! Professor-nim! I... I'm feeling a little unwell, I need to go to the restroom!"

Amidst the professor's helpless gaze and the whispers of his classmates, he practically fled the classroom.

Hera, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, leisurely floating out behind him.

As soon as he stepped outside, Cui Shi'an couldn't help but complain, "Didn't we agree to only deal with earthbound spirits? Why is it an evil spirit again this time?"

Hara shrugged nonchalantly.

"Don't you have the Silla King's Arrow? These mere evil spirits pose no threat to you anymore, and with your current physical capabilities, even if you're thrown around a few times, you won't fall apart."

She paused, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Even if it really breaks, can't you still ask me to heal you?"

Cui Shi'an was speechless for a moment.

He wasn't actually worried about himself, but rather about Liu Zhimin.

These past two days, she's been asking with great enthusiasm when she'll go back for her "part-time job," looking eager and impatient.

If it were truly a bound spirit, it would be fine to take her along, but this time it's an evil spirit... what if she gets hurt?

Seeing him frown and remain silent, Hera deliberately moved closer, her tone carrying a meaningful teasing tone:

"What? If you don't want to go, fine. Just stay in the North District and don't go anywhere else. But..."

She deliberately dragged out her words:

"What if I get transferred in the future..."

"You have to pay more!" Cui Shi'an interrupted her angrily.

"That's more like it!" Hera patted his shoulder with satisfaction, speaking in an encouraging tone, as if he were a hardworking ox.

"Do a good job. The higher-ups said that once this matter is resolved, they'll give you the incense offering map."

"Is this another empty promise? You said the same thing last time."

Why would I lie to you? This is your final test~ If you pass, I'll recruit you.

"Recruit me?" Cui Shi'an was taken aback. "Does that mean I'll become a messenger of hell?"

"Dream on." Hera rolled her eyes at him without any politeness. "One of the prerequisites for becoming a messenger of hell is that the cause of death must be suicide."

"Why?" Cui Shi'an was very confused.

The playful look on Hera's face slowly faded. She raised her head and gazed at the seemingly endless sky outside the corridor window, her voice carrying a rare, almost ethereal quality:

"Who knows... Perhaps, that high and mighty being wants to use this way of constantly guiding the dead and witnessing countless endings to make us, who have given up our lives, use eternal time to repeatedly question and search for... the meaning of our own lives."

At that moment, Cui Shi'an saw a fleeting, unfathomable loneliness in her eyes.

"Oh dear... why are you suddenly making the atmosphere so sentimental..." Cui Shi'an muttered to himself.

Hera turned and gave him a deep look, then waved her hand impatiently.

"In short, just be careful. Normally, dealing with evil spirits is done by shamans and sorceresses who take money, but because you used arrows last time, the higher-ups noticed and specifically asked you to do it."

Cui Shi'an was taken aback: "Who?"

"That's beyond my knowledge. As long as you handle things well this time, the incorporation shouldn't be a problem."

For some reason, her words did not reassure Cui Shi'an; instead, they made him feel uneasy. Entering the sight of a higher being might not be a good thing.

After all, if it were just Hara, with her sister's help, at most he would just suffer a little, but it's hard to say about the others...

Compared to his distress, Liu Zhimin was much happier.

From the moment she received Cui Shi'an's message, she immediately began preparations in her dormitory, even asking her teammates to help her.

Ningning and Jin Dongtian were in charge of preparing the salt water and filling it into the water gun, while Giselle wrapped the snow-white rice in small plastic bags and shaped it into small balls.

"Unnie, I still don't understand what you're trying to do with all this? Are you trying to prank someone?" Kim Dong-won looked at the heavy water gun in his hand, his face full of confusion.

"As long as it works, remember to add a little more salt, even if it's a bit too strong, it's fine."

Without looking up, Liu Zhimin gave the instructions and then took out a recurve bow with smooth lines and beautiful texture from a large cardboard box.

The appearance of this professional bow and arrow instantly broke the busy and ordinary atmosphere in the dormitory.

"Oh my god?!"

Three pairs of eyes focused on them simultaneously, filled with undisguised shock.

Ningning put down the saline bottle in her hand, her eyes widening: "Unnie, why did you buy this?"

"Are you practicing archery?" Giselle also came over, curiously examining the bow that looked anything but simple.

Jin Dongtian immediately connected this to her recent schedule and excitedly guessed:

"Could it be... that we're really going to participate in the Chuseok Idol Sports Meet?! Unnie, are you going to represent aespa in the archery event?"

Faced with a barrage of questions from the other members, Yoo Jimin simply smiled mysteriously and said casually, "Ani, I bought it for myself to play with."

"Playing by yourself?" Kim Dong-won asked skeptically. "Why would unnie suddenly play with this? Do you even know how to use it?"

Liu Zhimin did not answer directly. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, took two steps back, and took out a blunt-tipped arrow used for training.

Nocking the arrow, drawing the bowstring, her biceps slightly bulging—a series of movements as fluid as flowing water, exuding a dashing air completely different from her usual image.

With a soft "whoosh," the arrow left the bowstring and "snap," accurately embedding itself between the eyebrows of Jin Dongtian's portrait on the poster on the wall!

The dormitory fell into a deathly silence.

Ningning and Gisele's mouths were wide enough to fit an egg.

Jin Dongtian, the person involved, stared blankly at the poster showing his forehead "shot by an arrow," and subconsciously touched his forehead.

The next second, applause erupted in the dormitory.

"Daaaa! Unnie is amazing!"

"Did they practice secretly behind our backs?"

Liu Zhimin was also quite satisfied with his "masterpiece," gently putting down the bow and casually replying:

"No, maybe it's just... talent?"

She spoke casually on the surface, but she knew in her heart that this was by no means a simple talent.

Those recurring, blurry fragments in her dreams—wearing riding and archery attire, drawing her bow and nocking an arrow in the wilderness—had already etched a kind of muscle memory into her soul.

The moment the bow and arrow are truly in your hand, the instincts from your past life are naturally awakened.

At this moment, Jin Dongtian finally recovered from his shock and asked weakly, with a hint of grievance:

"But unnie... why did you have to shoot me in the head...?"

"Because you hate it the most."