The worse you are, the stronger you become: My summoned beast is a photographer.

As night fell, Valerius and Marina rushed to the school infirmary. The entrance was crowded with school officials, and a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a lion's tail trailing behind him—even the city lord was there. Valerius grew increasingly uneasy, wondering what had happened to his daughter.

"Valelius, congratulations!" Lord Karen greeted him with great enthusiasm.

"Congratulations?" Valerius frowned, puzzled—what was there to congratulate him on?

The headmaster stepped forward, trembling, and explained how Aura had invoked divine blessing during the contract. Marina was stunned—her daughter and son-in-law were so powerful that they had actually received a wedding ring from the gods?

Upon learning that his daughter was unharmed, Valerius was finally relieved. As a general, he was a forthright man and immediately burst into laughter: "It's all thanks to the gods! But Aura is indeed a diligent, kind, and lovely child; I never expected her to receive such a blessing."

The news spread like wildfire throughout Herma.

For seven days, the aristocratic circles were in an uproar. A goddess had personally blessed them—a first in hundreds of years. Everyone knew that a family favored by the gods had an immeasurable future. Those nobles who had previously only nodding acquaintances with the Raven Crest family prepared lavish gifts and flocked to the infirmary and Valerius's estate.

"Count Valerius, congratulations! Your daughter is truly blessed by the gods; Herma is truly fortunate!"

"This is a thousand-year-old snow ginseng passed down in my family. It is extremely beneficial for restoring physical strength. Please accept it."

"My son just entered the Royal Academy this year. If there is an opportunity, I hope your daughter will provide him with much guidance..."

Valerius was overwhelmed by the barrage of compliments. He was never good at handling such situations, and his smile was almost frozen. Marina, on the other hand, remained composed, thanking everyone, accepting the gifts, and politely seeing the guests off.

In the crowd, one person hid in a corner, his face as pale as paper.

Rurik.

He leaned against a pillar, his hands trembling slightly. A goddess's blessing—he had witnessed it with his own eyes. The F-rank summon he had mocked and publicly humiliated, and Aura he had abandoned, were actually favored by the gods.

No, that wasn't a summoned beast at all. It was a living human being, a human being with advanced intelligence who had been summoned from another world.

He recalled his embarrassing behavior of deliberately calling out "Aura" to name his summoned beast in class, the harsh mockery, and Aura's cold and contemptuous gaze when she looked at him.

She will definitely get revenge on me... she definitely will...

Rurik swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He suddenly remembered that his family's title was merely baron, while the Aura family were earls—and now, earls favored by the gods. If Aura wanted, he could say that Rurik was a person hated by the gods, and countless believers would definitely tie him up and burn him.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, but he felt no pain.

What terrified him even more was something else—Mia Lawrence.

Mia, the Marquis's daughter, turned against Aura on the spot when Aura refused to join her side. Now that Aura has received a divine blessing, what will Mia think? Will she hold a grudge against Mia, the former follower who used to fawn over her?

Rurik gritted his teeth, turned, and disappeared into the shadows. He had to find a way… he had to find a way no matter what.

Not far away, a carriage bearing the Lawrence family crest slowly came to a stop at the entrance of the manor.

Mia Lawrence leaned out of the carriage, her delicate face filled with reluctance. Behind her, her father, Marquis Derek Lawrence, straightened his collar and said in a deep voice, "Get down."

"Father, why should we apologize? That Aura is just a count's daughter. Even if she has divine blessings, she doesn't deserve your personal presence—"

"Shut up." Derek's voice wasn't loud, but it cut Mia off instantly like an ice blade. He looked coldly at his daughter. "Do you know what a blessing from the goddess means? It means the Raven Crest family has divine backing. In less than three years, they'll be at least a marquis, maybe even a duke. You think nobody knew about your little schemes back then? Turning your back on us in front of so many people, do you think our family hasn't made enough enemies already?"

Mia bit her lower lip, her eyes slightly red, but she dared not argue back.

Derek took a deep breath and softened his tone: "Go inside, apologize properly, and put away your spoiled princess attitude."

Mia responded softly and followed her father into the manor.

Valerius was dealing with a group of minor nobles in the courtyard when he looked up and saw Marquis Derek Lawrence walk in. He showed a brief moment of surprise, but then put on a polite smile.

"My lord, what brings you here?"

Derek waved his hand, signaling the nobles who had gathered to step back. He walked up to Valerius, took an exquisite wooden box from a servant, and presented it with both hands: "Valerius, this is a piece of meteorite iron bestowed upon me by the royal family years ago, which I have never been willing to use. I brought it today as a small gift for the younger generation. As for my daughter's previous rudeness... please forgive her."

He glanced back at Mia. Mia lowered her head, her voice barely audible, "Uncle Valerius, I'm sorry... I was so inconsiderate before."

Valerius paused for a moment. He looked at Mia—the once arrogant marquis's daughter who had embarrassed Aura in public, now standing there like a kitten soaked in the rain, her neck hunched over.

He sighed, took the wooden box, and his tone became more sincere: "Mia, you're a good girl, but sometimes you're too hasty. Aura didn't take it to heart. You'll still be classmates, so get along well."

Mia raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, and nodded vigorously.

The noise outside the ward annoyed Ming Luochen. He looked at Aura, who was still unconscious on the bed, and his heart clenched—he had finally found a girlfriend, and she liked him so much. He didn't dare to think about what might happen if something really happened to her.

It wasn't until she had fully processed all of Ming Luochen's memories that Aura awoke from her slumber. She felt as if she had had a very, very long dream. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ming Luochen by her bedside—at that moment, she knew his name and saw everything about his past.

"Are you alright? Would you like something to eat?" Ming Luochen asked anxiously.

She felt a little hungry. Aura sat up and then noticed that Ming Luochen looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept for days—she didn't know how long she had actually slept.

"You've been asleep for seven days. I'll go get you some food right away." Ming Luochen immediately got up.

Even without saying a word, he knew exactly what she was thinking—was this telepathy? A sweet smile appeared on Aura's lips. She seemed to be able to sense Ming Luochen's inner thoughts as well—

Should we prepare some water? He's been in a coma for seven days; he must be very thirsty.

Seeing Ming Luochen looking flustered, Valerius quickly stepped forward and asked, "Luochen, has Aura woken up?"

"Yes." Ming Luochen replied and turned to run to the kitchen. He carried a basin of clean apples and a pot of warm water, and quickly ran back to Aura's side, panting as he placed the things on the bedside table.

Surrounded and cared for by her loved ones, Aura felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She picked up an apple, took a bite, and the juice spread between her lips and teeth, sweet and delightful.

Seeing that her daughter had eaten the apple and seemed to be doing well, Marina couldn't help but ask curiously, "Ora, what is the function of the ring given by the gods?"

Aura looked at the silver ring on her left ring finger—the ring glowed softly in the candlelight, almost as if it were alive. She focused her mind, and a transparent panel appeared before her.

**Soul Protection**: Active skill. Generates a light shield with defense equal to the user's HP to absorb damage. HP and durability are the same; the shield automatically disappears when durability is depleted. Cooldown: 1 day.

Passive skill: For every soul collected, the wearer's health will be permanently increased by one point.

"This is simply a divine artifact; it can generate a shield," Aura exclaimed, then looked at the ring on Ming Luochen's hand—she already knew the ring's attributes without even asking.

**Soul Wound**: Active skill. Generates a lightsaber with the same attack power as your own power. Power and durability are equal. Once durability is depleted, the lightsaber automatically disappears. Cooldown: 1 day.

Passive skill: For every soul collected, the wearer's strength will be permanently increased by one point.

Aura stared at the attributes of the two rings, her brows furrowing slightly. She wondered if the goddess had given her the wrong ring—she was naturally warlike and clearly more suited to a lightsaber. She lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took off her own ring, intending to exchange it with Ming Luochen.

Sensing his wife's thoughts and knowing from her memories that she loved fighting and wanted to become a female war goddess, Ming Luochen took off his ring and handed it to her without hesitation.

"Here, this is for you." Aura smiled shyly, two blushes rising on her cheeks, and slipped another ring onto his ring finger. Seeing that the equipment on the panel had changed to "Soul Wound," she immediately became excited and summoned her lightsaber.

"Buzz—"

With a soft sound, a lightsaber materialized from the purple lines on the back of her hand. The blade was crystal clear, pale purple, three feet two inches long, and three fingers wide. As the light flowed, it looked as if she were holding a piece of sunset in her hand. Unlike the usual way of holding a sword, the lightsaber extended from the lines on the back of her hand along her middle finger, the blade and arm becoming one.

"This is the divine weapon bestowed by the goddess; it is indeed extraordinary." Valerius's eyes lit up—the crystal-clear blade seemed capable of cutting through all matter in the world.

Aura couldn't wait to get out of bed and try it out. At this moment, the lightsaber's attribute panel showed an attack power of 23 points and a durability value of 23 points.

She arrived at the training ground, faced a wooden stake as thick as a bowl, took a deep breath, and swung her sword.

"Snap—"

The light blade pierced through the wooden stake without any obstruction, with almost no resistance felt. The stake snapped in two, the upper half sliding off at an angle, the cut surface as smooth as if it had been finely sanded.

Aura glanced down at the attribute panel again; the Soul Wound's durability had dropped from 23 to 22. A quick mental calculation revealed the answer—a lightsaber's durability is calculated based on the number of uses; each collision with an object deducts one durability point, while normal swings do not consume any. In other words, this sword can currently only be used 23 times.

But this is a growth-type weapon; the number of uses increases as her strength grows. Aura gripped her lightsaber tightly, a fire burning in her eyes—she desperately wanted to become stronger immediately.

"It is indeed a divine weapon. Can I try it out?" Valerius, a warrior who had a lifelong passion for weapons, was extremely envious of the divine artifact. He rubbed his hands together like a child seeing candy.

Aura smiled, took off the ring, and handed it to her father.

Valerius put on the ring and tried to concentrate, just like his daughter—but there was nothing on the back of his hand. He frowned and tried several more times, his face turning red, but the ring remained unmoved.

"Why can't I use it?"

"Just start it directly." Aura patiently taught her father, but no matter what she said, the ring did not react at all.

It was completely unusable, and the attribute panel offered no explanation. Disappointed, Valerius returned the ring, sighing, "It seems this thing is bound to one owner."

The light blade reappeared at Aura's fingertips, its pale purple glow reflecting on her face, giving her an air of mystery. She comforted her father, "It seems you can't use it."

Valerius nodded somewhat dejectedly. But then he thought it was a good thing he couldn't use it—it meant the artifact was exclusive and couldn't be stolen. He turned to Ming Luochen: "Why don't you try yours?"

"Mine is a shield." Ming Luochen conjured a light shield. A transparent purple light shield appeared on his forearm, two feet wide and four feet long, as thin as a layer of ice, yet so light that it was almost weightless. He moved his arm, and the light shield swayed back and forth as if it were an extension of his flesh. However, he only had 210 health points, and he didn't know how many attacks it could withstand.

After testing the artifact bestowed by the gods, Aura remembered that she had already missed seven days of school and needed to go back immediately.

Most importantly, the recent lessons have all been about summoned beasts, which has been very helpful to her. Aura can't concentrate on reading; she only enjoys listening to the teacher's lectures. She suddenly shouted:

"Father, Mother, I'm going to school now, or I'll be late!"

Marina was startled by her daughter's sudden scream and patted her chest, saying, "How about we rest for a day and go tomorrow?"

"I'll go again tomorrow; that would mean another half day of studying. I'm going now!"

Aura pulled Ming Luochen onto her back, the four hooves tapping restlessly on the ground. "Hold on tight."

Before she finished speaking, she was already running wildly, her four hooves flying, speeding towards the school. The fierce wind made her long hair flutter wildly, and Ming Luochen wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his face against her warm back, and unconsciously smiled.

"That child." Valerius watched his impetuous daughter and son-in-law walk away, and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

"Did you forget to tell her that the royal envoy is here to meet with her?" Marina remembered the important matter, glanced at her husband, and reminded the forgetful man.

Valerius's lips twitched—he'd completely forgotten about it. He slapped his thigh in a panic: "I'll go after them!"

The words had barely left his mouth when he dashed off, leaving a long trail of dust in his wake.

"They're all such troublemakers." Marina stood at the door, watching her husband's departing figure, and smiled faintly. She turned and went back to the manor, her steps light—she had to check on the preparations for her daughter's wedding. The invitation list absolutely couldn't have any mishaps, or it would be a disgrace in aristocratic circles.