Chapter 25

“The remaining time… Make some money!”

(P.S.: Last night, I wrote too late and was somewhat delirious, causing a small bug where the Order Eye Contract did not have a time limit. It has been corrected now.)

The next day, at No. 44 South Stone Street in the Clock Tower Lane District.

Sh Xia’er woke up early in the morning and stretched lazily.

This was her first time sleeping through the night in a simulation. Initially, she couldn’t distinguish reality from the simulation, but when she saw her curly hair in the mirror while washing up, she gradually realized where she was.

After all, everything in the simulation felt so real, almost like another parallel world.

She glanced at the time. It was already ten in the morning, and this was the longest she had slept. The sound of raindrops seemed to lull her into a deeper sleep.

She pulled back the curtains slightly and looked out the window. The streets were bustling as usual, with carriages and handcarts transporting goods, and a few dirty children playing with hoops using sticks.

Her long sleep indicated that the Order Contract was effective; Aivana kept her promise and didn’t cause any trouble.

Xia’er checked the system time.

“Remaining Time: 08:24:54”

She had spent 15 hours and 35 minutes in the simulation, leaving her only 8 hours and 24 minutes of free time.

Thanks to last night’s rest, the wounds on her body no longer ached, only tingling slightly.

It seemed that the medicine used by High Priestess Yulis was quite effective.

If she survived this simulation, Xia’er decided to save this simulation directly into her character archive. This way, she wouldn’t have to endure the pain of burns every time she used this character to enter the simulation.

What should she do with the remaining time?

Now that the biggest threat was gone, Xia’er felt a bit lost.

She took the notebook from the table and started writing and drawing, making a list of plans.

• 1. Go to Derton Manor and check it out.


• 2. Follow the plan to ask the Academy for a police station recommendation letter.


• 3. Borrow money from Amy.


• 4. Borrow money from Aivana.


• 5. Rob a bank.


• …

As she continued making plans, they became increasingly absurd.

Since this was a simulation, Xia’er didn’t have high moral standards when making plans.

After all, once back in reality, no one would know what she had done.

Going to Derton Manor was mainly because she learned from Aivana yesterday that this place was a gathering spot for Extraordinary Persons, similar to a marketplace for them. There, she could buy good things and take on tasks that were usually unseen in daily life.

The plans about borrowing money and robbing banks were made with practical considerations for reality.

After all, she was very poor, no, extremely poor in reality.

If a bag of Su Pounds could be exchanged for 1 Mortality Point, Xia’er would definitely exchange them without hesitation.

Of course, bringing paper currency to reality might cause issues with overlapping serial numbers. For safety, it would be best to exchange them for gold pounds.

Gold pounds were coins worth 1 Su Pound, weighing 7.98 grams with a purity of 91.67%. Although a bag of gold pounds might not be as valuable as a bag of hundred-yuan notes, they were safer to use.

In this calculation, getting a recommendation letter turned out to be the most ordinary and least worthwhile plan.

Xia’er crossed out some plans and reordered them.

First, get some money, then go to Derton Manor to see if she could buy anything good. If she found something really good, she would immediately commit suicide.

If she didn’t find anything good or earn much money, she would…

Raid a bank at the end of the simulation.

Try to figure out the optimal route for robbing a bank, making it a fixed routine in each simulation, and discover how to maximize the amount of money she could get with 1 Mortality Point.

First, get some money.

Xia’er put down the notebook and changed into a low-key linen dress.

She wore a long dress and black short boots, and put on a brown round hat to shield herself from the sun.

To be safe, she grabbed her brown official satchel, which she slung over her shoulder mainly to carry money.

After preparing herself, she pushed open the door and walked downstairs.

By then, her older sister had already returned to work at the factory. On the table lay a piece of bread and some fried bacon, seemingly left for Xia’er as breakfast, though it had long gone cold.

Xia’er ate the bacon and bread, then pushed open the door, ensuring all windows and doors were locked before heading towards the west side along the north-south stone street.

Amy and Aivana both lived in the Jazz Bridge District, a bustling area even more vibrant than the central district.

The Jazz Bridge District was located in the western part of Borough City, generally referred to as the West Side. It was rumored that the West Side in the capital, An Su, was also the most prosperous.

Time wasn’t particularly urgent, and Xia’er didn’t deliberately slow down. After about twenty minutes, she arrived near the street where Amy lived.

Stopping in front of Amy’s mansion, Xia’er paused, gazing at the standalone villa, feeling somewhat nostalgic.

Back in school, Amy had always wanted to get closer to her, but due to Xia’er’s principle of maintaining low-profile and not getting too close to others, she often politely declined when invited.

Firstly, to avoid getting entangled in the power struggles among the children of the wealthy and influential; secondly, because she simply couldn’t afford to hang out or party with them.

They were from completely different social strata, and even if Xia’er wanted to integrate, she probably wouldn’t fit in, at best becoming a servant running errands for the young ladies.

However, Xia’er hadn’t expected that during the simulation, Amy, whom she considered a “surface friend,” would risk a big argument with her father and being grounded just to secretly pass information to her through a servant. This touched Xiaer deeply.

This favor, she would remember.

Cough… Although she came here now to ask for a loan, it’s fine. Even if she doesn’t get the money, Xia’er will still take Amy out for a good meal after robbing the bank and returning to reality.

Xia’er’s pause seemed to catch the attention of an attendant, who walked to the imposing iron gate and asked through the bars, “Miss, are you looking for someone?”

“I’m looking for Amy. I’m her classmate, named Xia’er,” Xia’er replied through the bars.

“Please wait a moment, Miss Xia’er. I’ll go inform the young lady,” the attendant responded respectfully, slightly bowing his head, then turned and ran through the garden, entering the large villa.

After waiting for about a minute, Xia’er saw a figure in a silk nightgown rushing toward the gate. Behind her followed a maid who looked to be in her thirties or forties.

“Miss! Miss! You haven’t changed your clothes yet!”

Hearing the maid’s call, Amy suddenly lowered her head, realizing she had run out in her nightgown. Her face flushed red, and she rushed back into the villa. The maid nodded apologetically toward Xia’er before hurrying after Amy.

After another thirty minutes, Xia’er’s legs were almost numb, but finally, the villa gate opened again.

Amy walked out wearing a light blue silk dress adorned with delicate lace. Her petticoat made her skirt wide and fluffy, and she wore a white lace shawl over her shoulders. On her head, she wore a hat decorated with flowers and feathers. Her golden wavy hair shimmered under the sunlight.

She opened a small door on the large iron gate, reached out to pull Xia’er into the garden, then quickly withdrew her hand, placing it behind her back. She lowered her head, but couldn’t help but glance up at the curly-haired Xia’er in front of her.

“Xia’er… why did you come? I was looking for you at yesterday’s graduation ceremony, but couldn’t find you…” Amy asked nervously, her tongue accidentally biting her in her anxiety.

Xia’er took a deep breath, her eyes glancing at the garden beside her.

These flowers really do look like flowers…

Miss Amy! If you act like this, it’s really hard for me to bring up the topic of borrowing money!