Transmigrated into a villain, I personally tore apart the shackles of fate.

Chapter 142 A Simple Conversation

"Um……"

When the girl lying on the bed made a soft groan and shifted her body, Morse and the tutor immediately turned their attention to her.

"..."

Both of them fell silent, staring at the girl. Sylvie stirred, her eyelids fluttering slightly, as she gradually regained consciousness.

The mentor decided to put aside her thoughts for the time being, gave Morse a meaningful look, and then turned her attention to Sylvie, who was waking up.

"You're awake?" she said gently with a smile, her previous cold expression replaced by a kind demeanor. "How are you feeling, Sylvie?"

Sylvie blinked, looking somewhat confused, then seemed to realize where she was. "I...I don't know. What happened?"

Despite saying these words, she seemed to have already noticed the changes in her body and mind.

The mentor glanced briefly at Morse, then replied, "You just performed a miraculous treatment on Morse. It seems your talent far exceeds my initial expectations."

Upon hearing these words, Sylvie turned her gaze to Morse, her eyes filled with complex emotions—comfort, surprise, and something else indescribable.

Even so, she continued to stare intently at him, as if she had found something amiss about him.

Finally, with a hint of worry, she mustered her courage and asked, "Are you alright, Morse?"

These words sounded simple, even a little silly, at first glance, but they held profound meaning for Sylvie. She had just witnessed the boy before her nearly lose his life.

She witnessed his severe injuries and felt his pain.

When she asked that question, it was more like she was seeking confirmation for herself.

“I’m fine…” Morse managed to squeeze out those three words and nodded. “Thanks to you,” he added.

The expression on his face was familiar to Sylvie. He still wore that serious look, but avoided her gaze.

She could see his inner emotions. Now that she had awakened her special ability, she could perceive these details even more clearly.

Is he worried?

She asked herself. Her mood palette showed worry, but she couldn't understand it.

'Also, he was very angry.'

His heart was filled with anger, perhaps because of what had happened in the dungeon.

The hatred still exists, and is even stronger than before.

Even so, he felt no fear or regret, as if he did not care about his own life.

'Why?'

She wanted to ask.

Why don't you cherish your own life more?

But she couldn't bring herself to ask the question; her tutor interrupted her thoughts.

"How are you feeling, Sylvie? Do you feel anything different in your body?"

The mentor observed the silent exchange between Sylvie and Morse, then turned her attention back to Sylvie with a gentle smile.

Sylvie took a moment to assess her state. Her hand instinctively went to her chest, as if sensing some unfamiliar change.

Her expression subtly changed, and a hint of realization flashed in her eyes.

“I…I don’t know. It’s a bit strange,” Sylvie said frankly, her voice filled with surprise and uncertainty. “I felt a…warmth while treating Morse. It was like my power had changed, it seemed stronger.”

The mentor nodded knowingly. "Awakening your traits will bring about changes. It seems your potential is deeper than you imagined. The circumstances at that time may have triggered the conditions for awakening your traits."

After saying these words, the tutor slowly stood up from his seat.

“Now that I have confirmed your safety, I shall take my leave,” the mentor announced, her gaze shifting between Sylvie and Morse. “The higher-ups need to be informed of this development.”

She walked towards the door, her movements graceful and firm. “Continue to monitor your body, Sylvie Morse. If you feel any discomfort, seek immediate assistance from the academy's medical facilities.”

After saying her farewells, the mentor left the room, leaving the two of them alone, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

despair!

After the door closed, the room fell silent.

Neither of them spoke, simply remaining silent. Despite the silence, the awkwardness seemed to be felt only by Sylvie, while Morse fell into deep thought.

Even in this awkward situation, Sylvie couldn't forget what she had seen in the dungeon an hour earlier.

That scene was deeply etched in her mind.

'Why?'

Sylvie could no longer bear the silence. Questions swirled in her mind, and the emotions she had been trying to suppress finally erupted, forcing her to break the tense atmosphere.

“Morse,” she finally asked, her voice filled with curiosity and anger, “what happened in the B-3 dungeon? Why were you so badly injured?”

Her eyes were fixed on his face, trying to find the answer, and perhaps even glimpse the heavy thoughts in his heart.

What exactly happened?

The treatment was successful, but Sylvie's concerns led to even more questions.

This man's past, his emotions, his hatred and anger, and the people in the dungeon who are targeting him... everything seems unusual.

"Don't you know?" The answer came shortly afterward, a typical response from him.

'Another question-to-answer format.'

This habit of his always annoyed her; it felt like he was avoiding talking about himself.

'It's okay to talk about other people's past, but not yours... Humph!'

She still remembers how he barged into her private space and said some hurtful things.

He always avoided the question when she asked others about him.

“If I knew, would I still be asking you?” she retorted in Morse’s tone. His expression remained indifferent, unconcerned by the behavior.

“You might,” he replied casually, which infuriated Sylvie with his evasive tactics.

“But if I know what happened and I still ask you, isn’t that hoping you’ll tell me yourself?” Sylvie insisted.

But Morse's answer was simple and frustrating: "Yes."

"Shouldn't you answer?" Sylvie pressed, refusing to let him evade the conversation.

"Why?" Morse's voice echoed in the room, leaving Sylvie feeling helpless.

"What? Why? What do you mean?" she asked, raising her voice, her frustration almost overflowing. The atmosphere between them grew increasingly tense, the unspoken emotions from recent events filling the air.

"What's it to you?" Morse replied casually, his gaze shifting to the doorway. The approaching footsteps suggested someone else was about to enter; his [Insightful Perception] ability allowed him to detect the source of the footsteps. "Two girls," he thought to himself.

Sylvie's frustration deepened. "What does this have to do with me? Because... because maybe I can help you!" she shouted, both angry and concerned. But before she could finish, Morse turned to look at her.

“Help me…this is so much like you.” Morse’s voice carried a hint of sadness and bitterness, and for a brief moment his purple eyes revealed a complex emotion, as if unveiling a corner of his inner world. “But, Sylvie, do you know?” After saying this, he lowered his head, his gaze falling on his hands.

“Some people are destined to walk their own path,” Morse said softly, his voice carrying a heavy weight, as if his words held profound meaning. “Because they have missed the opportunity to walk alongside those who matter.”

His expression remained unreadable, like a mask concealing the complexity of his inner feelings, but even so, Sylvie could sense his guilt.

Who is that person?

Click!

But before she could think any further, the door was pushed open, and Sylvie's friends rushed in.

"Sylvie, are you alright?" Jasmine rushed to Sylvie's side, her face filled with worry. "I just heard you fainted in the dungeon. What happened?"

Sylvie was momentarily at a loss when she saw her friend arrive.

“Don’t worry, Jasmine. Everything’s alright,” Sylvie reassured her, trying to remain calm. “There was a little trouble in the dungeon. I saved someone, but I’m fine now.”

Jasmine stepped back slightly, carefully examining Sylvie, her gaze sweeping from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

"Looks like you're really alright." She nodded to herself, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Wait, you went to rescue the other students? What happened? Are they okay?"

Sylvie hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to explain everything she had seen in the dungeon, but ultimately decided not to.

"Not many, just one student."

"Um...do you know him?"

"It's Morse."

"Huh? Morse?"

"Correct."

"I understand... So how is he?"

“He… um? He was just here.” Sylvie turned to look at the bed, only to find it empty.

A hint of confusion flashed across her face.

"Where did he go?" Jasmine asked, looking around the room.

Sylvie shook her head. "I don't know, he was just here."

Jasmine frowned, a look of worry on her face. "He was here just now? What happened to him? Why did you go to save him?"

Sylvie hesitated again, torn about how much to reveal. "Something happened in the dungeon. I found him seriously injured. I can't just leave him like this, so I'm trying to heal him."

Jasmine's eyes widened in surprise. "He's injured? How badly?"

Sylvie nodded solemnly. "Very serious. His arm is broken, and he has multiple injuries. I thought he was going to die."

"A severed arm? That sounds horrible. But you healed him?"

Sylvie nodded again. "Hmm...it's strange. I feel a different kind of power within me, as if I can do more than I imagined. It was like a miracle that healed him."

At that moment, another girl looked at Sylvie with a mixture of awe and confusion. "A miracle? What do you mean?" Danielle asked, her eyes wide.

Sylvie struggled to find the right words. "I don't know how to explain it. It was just a sudden feeling that I could heal him in a completely new way. But then, he left without saying a word."

Upon hearing these words, Danielle's expression instantly darkened behind Sylvie, and this time Sylvie didn't miss the opportunity.

'Um? '

Unlike before, she could feel it clearly now. Something inside Danielle was clouding her vision, masking her inner discontent.

'What's this?'

This was the first time Sylvie realized that her personality wasn't entirely unfathomable...