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Lily's Cottage.

Towering ancient trees block out the sun, and glistening morning dew hangs from their branches, creating a beautiful forest backdrop.

Mark approached the thick trunk of the old oak tree and gently knocked on the heavy wooden door.

Boom!Boom!

After two low knocks, the wooden door remained motionless.

Mark frowned and instead struck the object hard.

Thump—! Thump—!

Still no response, Mark had no choice but to shout.

"Cecily! It's me! Open the door!"

Bang!

The wooden door suddenly popped open a crack, and Mark took the opportunity to push it open and enter.

The green lawn inside the shop was still soft and fresh, and the wooden shelves on both sides of the shop were filled with a wide variety of novelties.

Behind the crystal glass cabinet in front, a green-haired, emerald-eyed elf girl stood quietly.

She held a small, orange-red squirrel with a fluffy tail in her arms, her big and small eyes watching Mark warily as he entered.

"Who are you? And how did you find out my name?"

Cecily asked the question first, her voice clear but with a hint of aloofness.

"I?"

Mark paused for a moment before realizing that his current appearance with white hair and blue eyes was no longer the one Cecily knew.

Mark then raised his hand to brush away the white hair on his forehead, revealing his handsome profile once again. A confident smile appeared on his lips as he deliberately kept everyone in suspense.

"Guess who I am~"

Cecily's face instantly darkened, her expression showing a hint of anger. Her slender, pale fingers slowly closed, and vibrant green magical energy rapidly condensed in her palm, with a few tiny thorns faintly visible.

Mark was stunned, and hurriedly waved his hands frantically, trying to explain.

"Don't touch me! It's me, it's me! It's Mark!"

But the magical energy in Cecily's palm did not stop.

She gave a coquettish laugh.

"Nonsense! How could you possibly be Mark? He's not like you!"

Mark was speechless. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He covered his face with his hand and slowly wiped it, his expression becoming increasingly serious. He deliberately used the tone he had used when they first met.

"That's right, I am Mark."

"!"

That voice... does sound somewhat familiar.

Cecily's wariness lessened slightly, but she still pressed on relentlessly.

"No, Mark's magical aura isn't like that. Yours is... colder than his."

"Sigh~ that's the problem."

Mark sighed helplessly, glanced at the still wary elf girl, and could only whisper the secret.

"Have you forgotten? When we were deciphering the 'Eye of Observation' spell, if I hadn't secretly given you so many hints, how could you have finished in just one or two hours?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Cecily bristled like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, her pretty face tense as she stubbornly retorted.

"I deciphered that spell entirely through my own talent; it has nothing to do with you!"

"Oh right, it's all thanks to your talent, I didn't do anything."

Mark agreed with her.

However, the code was finally matched.

Cecily then lowered her guard and withdrew the magical energy from her palm, allowing Mark to finally walk to the counter.

On the counter, the little orange squirrel, Juju, was tilting its head and staring blankly at Mark.

Mark tactfully took out a plump pine nut from his fanny pack and offered it to Juju, but the little squirrel, after grabbing the pine nut with its tiny paws, still stared at him with fascination.

The next second, Cecily reached out and covered Orange's eyes, murmuring softly.

"Stop looking at it, it'll hurt your eyes."

Seeing this, Mark couldn't help but joke.

"Then why aren't you afraid of hurting your eyes?"

To everyone's surprise, Cecily curled her lip in disdain, raised her chin slightly, and spoke with the pride unique to elves.

"You are indeed outstanding among humans, but you are still far inferior to the handsome men and beautiful women of our elven race."

"Tsk, I can't afford to mess with them."

Mark really couldn't argue with her on this point.

Cecily, on the other hand, proudly puffed out her withered chest, but soon her tone softened, carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern.

"By the way, what happened to you? Your hair and eyes are different, even your breathing is different."

"Uh...it's a long story..."

This time, Mark put aside his jokes.

He didn't dare to hide too much, but told Cecily his experience in a way that was mostly true and partly false.

Cecily listened with a frown and then asked again to confirm.

"You mean, when you cast a spell far exceeding your own level, you suffered a severe backlash, which unexpectedly activated your 'Frost Bloodline,' resulting in your current state?"

"That should be true."

Mark then added details about his symptoms.

"Moreover, I've discovered that my physical condition has deteriorated significantly, and my magic circulation is at least half slowed down."

"..."

After pondering for a long time, Cecily tapped her fingertips lightly on the counter, a serious expression on her face, before finally giving her conclusion.

"It's incurable."

Mark was taken aback and pressed for an answer.

"What's going on? Isn't there any way to do it?"

Cecily's expression remained serious as she patiently explained.

"If it were a curse or injury, there would be a way to resolve it, but in your case, it's likely that a characteristic inherent in your bloodline has been activated. It's part of you, so it's very difficult to remove."

"..."

Mark fell silent, and a word involuntarily came to mind—genetic defect disease.

Cecily may not have a true understanding of Mark's situation, but it's not far off, since "Frozen Blood" is a physical characteristic.

Are we going to have to live with this debuff from now on?

Knowing Cecily's proud and aloof personality, Mark immediately put on a pitiful look and begged her relentlessly.

"It's difficult, but that doesn't mean it's impossible, dear Miss Cecily, please, please help me."

Cecily had never seen anything like this before. Her pretty face flushed instantly, and she quickly waved her hand, her tone somewhat flustered.

"Don't worry...don't worry, let me think...oh, there are two ways."

Mark calmed down, composed himself, and listened attentively.

Cecily took a deep breath.

"The first is bloodline modification. Ancient wizards liked to do this, but they often modified themselves into something neither human nor ghost."

"Furthermore, the Continental Magicians Association now strictly prohibits bloodline modification, and violators will be severely punished, so you can forget about this method."

"No need to think, you're still saying you're just kidding me?"

Mark inwardly scoffed, but his face still held a pleading look as he gestured for Cecily to continue.

"The second is divine power transformation."

"Divine power...transformation..."

Mark pondered those four words carefully, then asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"What does this mean? How exactly do I do it?"

Cecily glared at him, annoyed.

"Simply put, it means praying to the gods and using their power to empower oneself."

"..."

Mark was silent for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he tentatively asked.

"If I were to change jobs, would that be considered a divine transformation?"

Cecily nodded heavily upon hearing this.

"This is divine power transformation."