Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day-Chapter 195: Night Sanctuary [I]

Six more days had passed.

Almost all our practical exams were over.

All but one — the Spirit Realm Simulation.

Since the whole purpose of that class was to prepare Cadets for the harrowing threats lurking in the Spirit Realm, it made sense that our final exam would take place inside it.

Yes.

Inside the actual Spirit Realm.

Soul Rank: B (Absorb 49,000 Essence to level up)

Soul Potential: SS

Origin Card: Matterweave

Acquired Cards: Quickstrike (Common) || Piercing Bolt (Common) || Battle Reflex (Common) || Flame Lash (Common) || Bleeding Edge (Common) || Fire Arrow (Common) || Barrier Breaker (Common) || Vortex Pull (Common)

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"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Matterweave, huh?"

The name of my Origin Card had changed from «Materiokinesis» to «Matterweave.»

I wasn't shocked by it.

It wasn't anything unheard of.

An Origin Card's name is derived from the Rune etched on its surface. The Appraisal Card reads that Rune and translates its meaning into the user's preferred language.

And as a person's Soul Rank evolves, so does their Origin Card. Its Rune changes, along with its powers.

Consequently, its name changes as well.

So, since the name of my Origin Card shifted from «Materiokinesis» — indicative of the crude, raw manipulation of matter — to «Matterweave», which felt more elegant and intricate, I knew I had definitely received a buff.

But what exactly was the nature of that buff?

I had no idea.

I would have to head down to the private Training Hall to find out for myself.

Nothing beats firsthand experience, after all.

I stretched once more, relishing the subtle crack of my joints as they realigned with divine precision.

"Right," I muttered, clapping my hands once. "Training Hall time."

I turned, took a single step—

—and froze.

Because out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of myself in the mirror.

And for some reason… I stopped.

I mean, yes, I'd seen myself before. Daily, in fact. Occasionally shirtless. Often smug. Sometimes both.

But this time was different.

I took a step closer.

Then another.

Then leaned in like I was inspecting a suspicious artifact.

"…Well, hello there," I whispered suggestively.

My reflection stared back with dangerous levels of charisma.

My skin was glowing. Like I'd moisturized with the tears of angels.

My hair was thicker. Shinier. Bouncier. Was it also… glossier?

My eyes, on the other hand, had this unnatural clarity now. Brighter. Sharper. Sparkling like I had a beauty filter on.

I blinked. Then smirked. "…My god. I look like the final boss of a dating sim."

I did a slow spin.

No cape. No flashy new outfit. I wasn't even wearing a proper shirt — just a sleeveless vest. But something about my looks now screamed: 'You can't afford to gaze at me, peasant.'

I flexed my fingers and casually struck a half-heroic pose. "That's it. I'm a problem now."

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But now I was downright a jade beauty!

Then I leaned in again, real serious, and whispered to my reflection, "You glorious bastard. Don't let anyone tell you you're not the main character."

With a smirk, I turned away while sighing dramatically.

…Then tripped over a stray Essence Stone.

Face-planted into the carpet with a dull thud.

I groaned, still face-down.

"…Okay. Maybe second lead. For now."