Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

The next morning, Miya was woken up by her own hair poking her.

She rolled over, buried her face in the pillow, and tried to stay in bed a little longer.

But a tuft of short, light blonde hair kept poking at the tip of her ear, making her finally resigned and open her eyes.

Morning light peeked through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a thin golden line on the ceiling.

An unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar bed, and a quilt with a faint citrus scent.

As soon as Mi Ye's mind started working, she remembered that she was in the staff dormitory of Nightingale's Nest, where she had just moved in yesterday.

He stared at the golden line for a long time, then slowly sat up from the covers.

Her short, light golden hair had been rubbing against the pillow all night and was now sticking out in all directions at impossible angles, looking from afar like a dandelion blown away by the wind.

She yawned, a few tears welling up in the corner of her eye, then walked barefoot to the window and pulled back the curtains.

Sunlight streamed in all at once, warmly bathing her face.

Bellavita's mornings were not as gloomy as the rental housing area she used to live in.

The Nightingale's Nest is located in the southern part of the city center. The streets are wide and clean, with lush, luminous plants on both sides. Some shop signs have already started to light up, spreading out in clusters of light in the morning mist.

Miya squinted at it for a few seconds, then turned around and began to change her clothes.

No need to wear work clothes today.

She pulled a cream-colored sweatshirt and a pair of beige shorts from her suitcase, put them on, and twirled halfway in front of the mirror.

As expected of me, you look really good.

Then she reached out and pressed down the wildest strand of hair sticking up on the top of her head, but every time she pressed it down, it would bounce back.

"……never mind."

Miya casually ruffled her hair a couple of times with her fingertips, keeping it in a "I tried but didn't quite succeed" state, and then, wearing the same little leather shoes from yesterday, she pattered downstairs.

Nightingale's Nest had not yet opened for business; the entire first floor was empty, with tables and chairs neatly stacked in the corners.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting patches of color on the floor like a watercolor painting.

Then she saw the manager standing behind the bar, holding a small silver knife, cutting something.

Hearing footsteps, Flores looked up.

Good morning, little dandelion.

Flores' voice was tinged with laughter and languid.

"……morning."

Miya rubbed her eyes, walked to the bar, and her gaze fell on the things next to Flores.

A white porcelain plate holds a triangular cake covered with a thick layer of glossy chocolate sauce, and garnished with a small dot of golden powdered sugar.

The aroma of cake wafted over, a rich cocoa flavor with a hint of creamy sweetness.

Miya's stomach growled promptly.

Flores' lips curved into a smile.

"It seems what woke you up wasn't a dream, but chocolate."

Miya's ears turned red and she opened her mouth, trying to come up with an excuse, but Flores had already pushed the plate in front of her and handed her a silver fork.

"Try it, it was just made this morning."

"Hey, did Boss Flores make this herself?"

"Baking is one of the few things that keeps me in a good mood when I get up early."

Flores leaned against the bar, resting her chin on her hand, looking at her with that perpetually ambiguous smile.

"I saw the report that Korika posted in the work group yesterday. On your first day at work, you managed to turn an academician who would normally just order a glass of juice into a VIP customer who spends enough to fill three tables."

She tapped the edge of the porcelain plate gently with her fork.

"This is a reward."

Miya blinked, then looked down at the chocolate cake in front of her.

The morning light fell on the chocolate sauce on the cake, reflecting a warm, lustrous sheen.

She picked up her fork, carefully cut off a piece, and put it in her mouth.

The chocolate sauce melts on the tongue, neither too sweet nor too greasy, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

"...It's so delicious."

Miya mumbled incoherently, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk stuffing nuts into its mouth.

Flores looked at her, her eyes slightly raised, but she didn't say anything. She just reached out and smoothed the stray strand of hair that couldn't be pinned down on Mi Ye's head to the side.

Miya paused in her chewing, then lowered her head and forked a large piece of cake into her mouth.

"……Thanks."

The sound was muffled, squeezed out from a mouth stuffed full of cake.

Flores chuckled softly, not poking at her reddened ears.

"You weren't scheduled for work today."

She put away the forks and turned to collect the scattered baking tools from the bar counter into the cabinet one by one.

"You only work at night, so you can do whatever you want now."

"Um."

Miya swallowed the last bite of cake, licked her lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction, and then took out her phone from her pocket.

She opened the milk bag and typed a line of text into the search bar.

Where is Bella Vita's largest department store located?

Found for you: Central Ambrosia Department Store

Below is a thumbnail map showing the route from Nightingale's Nest to the department store.

Yesterday's ten consecutive pulls did excite her all night, but she didn't forget her old profession.

She's been through the VTuber industry before, and knows how lucrative it can be.

Reminal alone spent tens of thousands of Loren, and the other second and third place rankings combined also amounted to a considerable sum.

If she could change her costume and start broadcasting again, with the talents she currently possesses, she could at least double the speed at which she pays off her debts.

Moreover, there is an even more important purpose.

Mi Ye opened the attribute panel and glanced at it.

[Physical Fitness: 4]

[Agility: 4]

【Intelligence: 12】

【Charm: 102】

Then her gaze fell on the colorful icon in the talent bar.

[Fortune Forger] Lv1 (Ultimate)

Within a 10-meter radius, there is a chance that a star fragment will drop for every 1000 Loren consumed.

A radius of ten meters is a large area, and her spending is limited. But what if it were a crowded place like a department store, where thousands or tens of thousands of witches come and go, and someone is spending money every second? Every purchase has a chance to trigger a drop.

Those star fragments were like attribute points falling from the sky to her.

If she can collect enough fragments, she will have a chance to turn things around.

Live streaming equipment and attribute fragments—two things done in one trip.

Miya put away her phone, picked up the plate, scraped off the last crumbs of cake, ate them, and then jumped off the high stool.

"Boss Floros, I'm going out for a bit!"

"What are you going to buy?"

"Buy some daily necessities."

Flores turned her head and glanced at her, a hint of amusement in her eyes, but she didn't ask any questions, only raising her chin.

"Go ahead, be careful, and don't get scammed."

"But I'm the one who lies—"

Miya was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly realized something was wrong. She quickly shut her mouth, opened the door, and ran out.

A soft laugh came from behind me.

……

Tram Line 3 travels along the streets in the morning, emitting a slight hum, and the magical patterns on both sides of the track light up with a faint blue glow as the wheels roll over them.

Miya sat by the window, her nose almost touching the glass.

After she was reborn into Bellavita, she didn't really get to see the city properly.

The rental housing area where I used to live was at the very bottom of the witch's society. The streets were narrow and cramped, the buildings were gray and drab, and even the sky seemed to be lowered by something.

But the city center is completely different.

Along the street through which the tram passes, modern glass-walled skyscrapers and classical stone spires stand side by side.

On the rooftop of a 100-story building, a giant holographic projection of GG is playing.

A blue-haired witch winked at passersby, her perfume bottle overflowing with shimmering stardust that drifted from the edge of the holographic image and dissipated into the real morning light.

Next to this building is an ancient clock tower that looks at least five hundred years old. Glowing blue vines climb all over the gray stone walls. There are no numbers on the clock face, only twelve slowly rotating magic runes that make a clear, chiming sound with each rotation.

The streetlights are individual luminous crystals suspended on metal bases, and the intensity of the light automatically adjusts according to the sky.

A schoolgirl witch stood beside a streetlamp, pointed her wand at a crystal, and the crystal immediately dimmed obediently. She was probably the night shift streetlamp attendant, and it was time for her to go home.

"We have arrived at Central Ambrosia. Please exit through the right-hand door."

The tram's announcement pulled Miya out of her reverie.

She jumped out of the car, stood at the intersection of Seventh Avenue and Hollywood Boulevard, and then looked up.

Central Ambrosia Department Store was bigger than she had imagined.

The seven-story, curved building has a facade made of a mixture of silver-white metal and transparent glass, and from a distance it looks like a crystal palace that has been cut in half.

A line of huge, illuminated lettering hangs above the main entrance.

Ambrosia

Each character is slowly changed in a different color, transitioning from warm gold to rose pink, and then to light sea blue.

The most eye-catching feature is a crystal ball, about three meters in diameter, suspended in the center of the building. It floats in mid-air and rotates slowly, projecting illusory images of the merchandise in all directions.

People were coming and going at the entrance.

Witches carried shopping bags of all sizes in and out, while uniformed shop assistants stood on either side of the door, smiling and bowing. With a gentle wave of their wands, shopping carts would float up and follow behind the customers.

Miya stood at the doorway and took a deep breath.

She gripped the bank card with five thousand Loren in her pocket and stepped inside.

The live streaming equipment is located on the second basement level, in the electronics and digital products section.

But Miya didn't rush to take the escalator down. Instead, she stood in the lobby on the first floor of the mall for a while, pretending to look at the promotional GG on the floating crystal ball, while actually observing her surroundings out of the corner of her eye.

She needs to verify something.

Is there any visual or auditory prompt when the Fortune Forger is triggered?

Will she be able to sense when the star fragments fall?

If others can also see those fragments, then it will be troublesome.

Miya quietly focused her attention on the panel icons in the corner of her vision, and then started walking forward.

The first floor is the cosmetics and jewelry section, which is the most crowded.

A gorgeously dressed noble witch walked past her arm in arm, the jeweled ring on her finger sparkling in the light.

At the counter, a seemingly wealthy businesswoman was swiping her card to pay, followed by two assistants carrying bags. Her shopping basket was piled with more than a dozen bottles of nail polish in different colors.

Miya's steps suddenly paused.

She heard a voice.

It was very subtle and very crisp, like a glass bead falling onto a marble floor with a short, bright "ding."

Then she saw a light, right next to the counter where the merchant witch was swiping her card to pay, and a small fragment emitting a pale white light appeared out of thin air on the ground.

Its shape is irregular, like a simple star drawing crumpled up and then unfolded, with a soft, non-glaring light.

Miya held her breath and walked over quickly.

She pretended to look at the lipsticks in the counter, her right hand resting on the edge of the counter, her left hand hanging down naturally. At an angle where her body blocked her view, her fingertips touched the shard.

Then, like a snowflake falling on her skin, the fragment silently melted into her fingertips.

She opened the panel and saw that the number in the Agility column jumped up and down.

It changed from 4 to 7.

It really works!

And no one around noticed the fragment.

The merchant, a witch, was signing the bill as she swiped her card; the shop assistant was bowing obsequiously; and passing customers were chatting.

That faint light and that crisp sound of falling seemed to be perceptible only to her.

Miya's lips curled up, then fell down, then curled up again, finally becoming a smile that she couldn't hide no matter what.

She had the feeling of discovering a hidden monster spawn point in a game.

The entire department store was her leveling-up map.

As Miya walked and observed, her steps unconsciously became lighter.