FVN Chapter 366 Nivalis: Pissing Off a Toxic Stan Every Day
Chapter 366 Nivalis: Pissing Off a Toxic Stan Every Day
After leaving the alchemy shop, Rita went ahead and purchased all the materials Lucia had mentioned.
Even if shortening the duration of Spring Not Late reduced its effects to two-thirds of the original, that was good enough. As long as she could survive the five-day downtime, she could craft more after returning from the World Battleground. The only downside was that Wrathful Moon's upgrade countdown wouldn't make it in time for this round. She couldn't help but wonder about the time discrepancy—was it based on her world's 12:00 AM, or wherever she happened to be at the time? And both Blue Star and Lania Kaia had their own regional time zones.
Facing a completely unfamiliar battleground, Rita was, for once, genuinely nervous.
Every day, she woke at 4:00 AM to grind dungeons for leveling. Mornings were spent in her study crafting Spring Not Late, Gold-Class Assassin, and Melting Time, along with experimenting with new alchemical recipes she had purchased from Lucia. Afternoons were dedicated to plundering Lania Kaia, targeting stats, gold, secrets, and equipment. She would draw lots to decide which of the 36 major cities to visit that day—whichever she picked would be her victim.
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Nivalis, trying her best to play dumb, was almost in full denial mode. She eventually gave up and decided to return to Dragon Island to bind her New Year's Gift and, of course, to show off—not report, show off—her upcoming trip to the World Battleground with Rita.
Yes, she had already mentioned this in their dragon-scale communicator, but no matter, she was going to flaunt it again.
With the recent surge in the formation of new guilds, the Lone Wolves chat group had become increasingly lively. It had grown to over 30 members, each new addition subjected to a rigorous vote. One member had even encrypted the group chat using their god-given ability. This group consisted of highly skilled players, each with remarkable god-given talents, all of whom had declined the invitations of powerful factions to retain their independence. There were no slackers here.
When Rita had time to check her family group chat for drama, she noticed someone in the Lone Wolves group had tagged her, asking for advice. The question was whether she would recommend working with Eclipse Vanguard, considering her well-known collaborations with them.@@@@
Rita wasn't fond of giving advice. Everyone had their unique preferences, values, and thresholds. What worked for her wouldn't necessarily work for someone else.
Moreover, her relationship with Eclipse Vanguard had always been friendly on the surface. She suspected it might have something to do with her Culinary Sage skill, which neutralized negative sentiments. But greed, that deep-seated force that could eclipse reason, was immune to such tricks. It still set off her Malicious Intent Detector occasionally.
The public wasn't accusing Rita of exploiting Nivalis just yet. Instead, the prevailing theory was that Rita was living off her dragon. Why else was Nivalis the one always making money and doing the shopping?
Rita's fans didn't dare touch the issue, either. After all, Nivalis's global fanbase was ten times the size of hers. Crossing those fans was asking for trouble.
One group, however, firmly believed Nivalis had been brainwashed. Despite Nivalis constantly praising Rita for treating her well, they saw her as a victim—an innocent dragon ensnared by the manipulative woman from Blue Star.
Rita was too smart to antagonize Nivalis's fans. Her own supporters were equally cautious, urging her to let it be.
"Click!"
Returning from Dragon Island, Nivalis flew straight into Rita's arms, pulling her hand to wrap it around herself. Then she raised her communicator for a selfie.
Rita, in a black silk robe, looked completely unbothered. She had a toothbrush in her mouth, her hair slicked back into a neat ponytail, lending her a slightly roguish charm. She stared blankly at Nivalis as if saying, Really? Another one?
This was becoming routine. Nivalis had recently become obsessed with taking selfies of the two of them. She'd blur the background, ask for Rita's approval, and even inquire whether the photo needed retouching.
After rinsing her mouth, Rita glanced at the picture and smirked. "Retouching? Me? Please. Post it raw."
Nivalis happily flew off, phone in claw. She had to share this moment with her fans—proof that her human was utterly smitten, brushing her teeth while holding her like a treasure!
Nivalis's mission? Annoying a toxic fan every day. After all, as her biggest fan and self-proclaimed favorite, Nivalis took pride in making everyone jealous.