When birds began chirping outside, Nivalis finally tore her eyes away from the battlefield chat window.

Oh no—she'd pulled an all-nighter again. So much for turning over a new leaf and working hard...

But it really wasn't her fault. MarmangCrab and TingoJE had logged in later, and those two could talk forever.

Soon, the conversation had drifted into every possible scandal about divine relics, and more players joined in until the chat scrolled faster than Nivalis could read. She had to keep scrolling up just to follow along.

Until now, every player who possessed a divine relic had kept it secret, even the strongest ones like Nuclear FlashNightFury and TingoAutumnDeer. No one flaunted it.

But after the chaos of "Chaotic Blocks" and the massive vote in "Card Swap," where everyone lost their memories, the truth was out. There were far more divine relics than anyone had known.

And the biggest bombshell of all—BS-Rita had two divine relics.

That one revelation alone kept the chat flooded for half an hour.

By the end of the night, players had compiled a list of ten more "suspicious" names, planning to test their theories the next time they entered a Divine Game—by hunting them down.

Nivalis was both amused and horrified as she clutched the list and headed out. Finding Rita was never hard these days. You only had to look up—wherever the golden rain fell, she would be there.

Rita was crouched in the backyard of the alchemy workshop, feeding cats. The ship's wheel and lantern that hovered nearby had taken to teasing the kittens by scattering faint sparks that fizzled out as soon as they touched the ground.

Ever since she'd gotten Cat's Ideal, Rita had favored platinum and white outfits—long coats, short robes, all edged in gold. But this was the first time Nivalis had seen her wearing a full platinum cloak.

It draped to the ground, her long black hair spilling across it in a dark waterfall. It hadn't been this long during the BlueStar war—somehow, it had grown like six months' worth overnight.

Normally, Rita would have trimmed it back to shoulder-length—what she called "the perfect balance," long enough to enhance her beauty but short enough not to hinder combat.

Now she hadn't cut it at all, only tidied it slightly. The length reminded Nivalis of a certain hot-tempered elf.

The cats around her chased after the golden motes that drifted down from the air like lightning dust.

Shadow.Q was crouched nearby, wearing her long coat and scooping cat litter with practiced ease while reporting updates in her calm voice.

From what Nivalis overheard, it seemed to concern the placement of the arcade machines—some factions were unhappy, others wanted fixed player slots, and a few even petitioned to appoint their own "BlueStar Councilors," claiming they deserved it for their contributions in the war against Lania Kaia.

Rita was clearly irritated, but she stayed patient, letting Shadow.Q finish her report without interruption.

Shadow.Q, sensing the tension, trimmed her words down to the essentials. When she was done scooping and briefing, she smiled politely to Nivalis, then walked off carrying another newly delivered arcade machine.

Only then did Nivalis step closer and hand over the machine and all the event rewards she'd accumulated recently.

Rita was half-buried in a cat nest. A dark shadow detached from her body, took the machine, and walked off to grind levels on its own.

Rita glanced over the pile of rewards and said casually, "Keep them. You'll need them more."

As she spoke, she pulled her hand from the nest. It had been half a year since the last time she dug through one of these, and she was curious to see if the rumors were true—that the longer the interval, the better the loot.

Resting in her palm was a tiny pure-white ship's anchor, no bigger than her pinky.

[Vacation's Over] (Treasure): Drop this anchor from the Cat Ship to randomly travel to the world where one of your Vice Captains currently resides. Cooldown: 21 Star-Sea Days.

Perfect. The answer to her biggest headache—how to reach other worlds.

She immediately used her earlier reward, Item Upgrade X, on her S-rank item, Meow Inn.

Item Upgrade X could raise any item below S-rank by one full tier. At the moment, her only S-rank items were Soros's Pocket Watch and Meow Inn.

The latter was far less used, but its potential easily outstripped the watch's.

Now that she had activated the Moon Postwoman title, all her skill cooldowns were halved, which meant she could now chain her skill Away from Home, Identity Is Self-Assigned without any downtime.

As long as she used that skill, even changing the color of a single strand of hair would throw her identity into complete obscurity.

Golden fruit drifted down from the air and landed softly on the cat nest.

The once small cat bed that could barely fit one fat cat began to expand, transforming into a five-story, three-meter-tall cat tower.

[Meow Tavern] (SS-rank): Place it in the home of BlueStar's Judgment to attract stray creatures seeking shelter. If you treat them kindly and protect them with your reputation, they will leave behind their favorite treasures as gratitude—your "protection fee." You can stock the tavern with drinks; they'll sell them in mysterious places and bring you back rare goods. Each week, the top-earning cat has a 2% chance to awaken a divine talent and become your familiar.

It had grown even more mysterious.

Rita went straight to the auction hall, ordered four sets of seasonal ingredients, and used Wrong Season to craft five unique brews. She placed them in the tavern without hesitation.

She enjoyed investing in anything unpredictable like this.

Sitting cross-legged by the towering cat house, she pulled out another old companion—Soul Catcher.

Once, she had made a deal with it through a game of Truth or Dare, just to gain an extra game skill slot. In return, she'd promised to play Truth or Dare with it once a week.

That hadn't seemed like much of a demand—until she'd vanished for five months.

Normally, Nivalis or B8017913 would've taken turns playing in her absence. As her contracted pets, they had the authority.

But when Lania Kaia invaded, they'd been too busy fighting for survival to even remember the agreement.

Rita gave the skeletal hand a lazy shake. It dangled lifelessly, limp as dead wood.

"Well?" she said coldly. "You planning to quit? Because I'll snap you in half."

The runes carved into the bone flickered weakly—still alive, then.

Her three SSS-tier skills that had been pledged as collateral were already gone, but her four game skill slots remained intact.

She interlocked her fingers with the skeletal hand and forced the connection active. "Truth."

A haunting song began to play—the voice of a siren, but with the strange, wavering tone of an erhu.

"If, one day, Nivalis were to die for you and for BlueStar, and was reborn on Dragon Isle with all her memories erased… would you seek her out and make a second contract with her?"

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