My inventory is full of monster materials.

"You've already rejected me, so why are you still contacting me?"

...

The wise lady's divine will resonated in Mark's consciousness like a resounding bell, each word carrying supreme majesty, causing his consciousness to tremble slightly.

Mark had imagined meeting the gods many times, but he never thought it would be like this, starting with... a romantic opening line?!

When did he reject the goddess?

When did he ever see the goddess?

and many more!

Mark jolted, a lingering memory instantly resurfacing—

On the night at Merito Falls, when he fused the 4th-circle spell "Ice Spirit Dragon", he received the panel prompt "Iluvila's Gaze"!

In other words, although Mark never actually met the Lady of Wisdom, she had already been watching him.

But what about the refusal?

Although Mark was somewhat famous in Pinewood Town, he was just a little Karami to the gods, and the two rarely had the opportunity to meet, let alone refuse the invitation from the Lady of Wisdom.

The only explanation is that the goddess's oracle was indirectly conveyed by someone else.

oracle!

Could it be—Clyde!

In that instant, all the clues came together, and Mark finally understood.

No wonder Clyde took the initiative to introduce his class talent to them back then.

No wonder Clyde asked Mark for the ogre brain core and boasted that he would concoct an oracle potion as a gift.

It is likely that Clyde, during his ascension to the rank of "Alchemist," met with the Lady of Wisdom and brought back Her divine message.

Oh my god, Clyde, why don't you just say so directly?

Now it's too late to say anything.

All Mark could do was try his best to make amends and win back the goddess's forgiveness.

Upon realizing this, Mark no longer cared about appearances. He lay sprawled out on the ground, prostrating himself in the air, performing the highest form of worship, and piously shouted.

"Goddess above, I was wrong! I had no intention of refusing you!"

"I was born a wise man, and I will die a wise ghost!"

"loyalty!!"

However, in the boundless void, the enormous divine eye remained completely still, its depths filled with indifference and contempt, as if watching an insignificant ant scurrying about.

Soon, the entire world of consciousness trembled violently again, and that grand and ethereal voice rang out, carrying a hint of scrutiny.

"You have the aura of the 'moon' on you."

"what?"

Mark was completely stunned.

What's going on here?

What is the moon's aura?

His brain was working at full speed again, frantically trying to figure out if his goddess had noticed his habit of staying up late and going out to bask in the moonlight late at night.

and many more!

moon!

Cecily!

Luna Hill, the Moon Goddess!

Having figured this out, even as just a consciousness, Mark felt a chill run down his spine and up to the top of his head, his whole body tensing up.

What would happen if you went on a date with a girl and you were wearing another girl's perfume?

What would happen if you went to see a goddess but carried the aura of another goddess?

Mark was now speechless and decided to give up, lying stiffly in mid-air, pretending to be dead.

The void cannot perceive the passage of time; it may be centuries, or it may be seconds.

The giant eye emitted a soul-shaking sound once more, its tone still as aloof and indifferent as ever, seemingly unmoved by the entire situation.

"Fine, you're still useful. I'll give you one more chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mark was about to get up to express his gratitude, but the next second, his consciousness was hit with a "bang," as if he had been struck by a giant hammer.

It plummeted from the sky in an instant, like a shooting star trailing a long, brilliant tail of flame, before crashing heavily into the earth below.

In the final moments before his consciousness returned to his body, Mark realized something else—

It turns out that what fell on Clyde wasn't a shooting star at all, but his own consciousness!

……

……

A clear and cheerful girl's laughter echoed through the corridors of the Mage's Guild.

"Hehe! Come and catch me~"

"Dorothy! Give me back my badge!"

"Hey, how old are you two? You're still fighting like little kids."

Three girls dressed in gray apprentice robes, like three chirping little sparrows, hopped and skipped along the corridor, chasing and playing.

Anna's bronze badge was snatched by Dorothy, and she was in a hurry to chase after her; Helena followed beside her, smiling and trying to dissuade her, her eyes full of affection.

Taking advantage of the moment Dorothy ran past her, Helena swiftly snatched the bronze badge from her hand and handed it to the anxious Anna.

"Hurry up and put it away, don't let her take it from you again."

"Thank you, Helena, it's all thanks to you."

Anna took the badge, her lips slightly pursed, her little face flushed from the chase, like a ripe red apple.

Then, Helena clenched her little fists, pretended to be angry, and looked at Dorothy, about to step forward and teach this naughty girl a lesson.

But Dorothy's eyes lit up, and she slipped away, hiding behind Pierce, grabbing his clothes tightly with both hands, pouting and whining to complain.

"Pierce~ Look, your sister's going to hit me!"

Pierce was a little embarrassed.

As a nobleman, he was well aware of Dorothy's behavior, but out of consideration for his cousin, he couldn't handle the situation and could only try to mediate.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. This is the guild; if you accidentally bump into a mage, you'll definitely be punished."

Only then did the three girls slightly stop their playful antics and walk side by side down the corridor, discussing their next plans.

"Anna, now you don't have to worry about seeing your father anymore, right?"

Helena turned her head to look at Anna beside her, her tone gentle.

Anna nodded gently, a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and asked softly.

"Hmm, I'm not worried anymore. Helena, will you still come with me to see my father?"

Helena pondered for a moment and then asked.

"Your father is an adventurer, right? I remember you mentioned that he was the captain of the 'White Eagle' squad and was quite famous in Pinewood Town."

Anna became instantly excited at the mention of her father, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes! My father is already a semi-professional and is planning to break through to become a full-fledged professional!"

"Oh? A professional!"

Helena's eyes lit up, and she secretly began to make plans.

Helena didn't know what Anna meant by those words, but if she could lend a hand to Anna's father as he strives to become a professional, she might gain the friendship of a professional.

Professionals, no matter where they go, have escaped the bottom rungs of society.

In Helena's household, the professionals were at least captains of the guard or personal guards, which were invaluable assets to an ambitious girl like her.

"They're just a bronze-level adventure team; they don't even have any professionals."

Dorothy, standing to the side, wore a look of disdain.

"My father is a 'Scout' professional in the 'War' path, and he's also the vice-captain of an expedition in the Adventurers' Guild!"

When Dorothy said this, she was intentionally or unintentionally turning towards Pierce, clearly wanting to show off her background and gain more attention.

Unfortunately, Pierce ignored her completely, instead looking across the corridor toward the hall, his face full of surprise and doubt.

"Why are so many people gathered in the lobby? What happened?"