YanYan’s POV

I never imagined Celine would possess such rare talent—multi-elemental compatibility. As expected of me. I always attract the strongest and the most beautiful, and now she’s both.

Still, having nine affinities at once could destabilize her mana circulation if she pushes too fast. Even I, blessed with the System of Infinity, understand that compatibility doesn’t guarantee control.

“How can I help her train safely?” I wondered. Only I carry the burden of infinite knowledge and strength; she, on the other hand, needs structured guidance. Perhaps… Celesty could assist.

“Celesty, can I ask a favor?” I said, patting the small wolf resting near my feet.

“Favor?” she replied without looking. “You don’t need to ask, Yan. We are one. Even if you command the most disgraceful act, I would obey.”

“N-No, nothing like that,” I replied, clearing my throat. “I just need you to teach someone—in your human form.”

“Who? That girl?” Her tone sharpened.

“Yes.”

“I’m not her master. Why would I teach her?” she scoffed.

I sighed. “You literally said you’d do anything I ask.”

Celesty smirked. “I can read your thoughts, Yan. Helping another woman isn’t part of ‘anything.’ If you want me to train her, you’ll have to pay me back.”

“Oh? And what would the mighty Celesty want in return?”

“There’s only one thing I desire.”

A surge of mana enveloped the room as Celesty transformed. My once-spacious chamber suddenly felt smaller as she appeared before me—a tall, ethereal woman with silver hair cascading down her back, her eyes glowing crimson-gold.

“Don’t treat me as just your pact beast,” she said, voice calm yet commanding. “See me as a woman standing before you.”

As she passed by, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her close.

“Celesty,” I said softly, “you should know by now—you’re more than a pact to me. You’re someone I want beside me through eternity. Not bound by a contract, but by choice.”

Before she could respond, I placed my hand on her shoulder and kissed her. My mana cloaked the room, sealing it from any detection.

Training Room — Celine’s POV

“Where is Yan?” I muttered, opening my eyes after meditation. A wave of killing intent struck my senses, sharp as a blade. I immediately took a defensive stance, my core resonating with mana.

“Good reaction,” a woman’s voice echoed. “Sharp detection. Acceptable.”

“Who’s there?” I called out, scanning the air, but the presence was hidden behind layers of shadow magic.

“Senior,” I bowed, “forgive my rudeness, but may I know who I’m speaking to?”

“You don’t need to know who I am,” the voice replied coldly. “What you need to know is that I’ll be your instructor. Every mistake will have consequences. If you want to stand beside him, you must be powerful enough to defend both yourself and him.”

Her words hit deep.

“You won’t see him again until you’ve passed six trials. You have two months. Everything you need will be provided. UNDERSTOOD?”

Her presence released immense mana pressure, almost bending my knees.

“Yes, senior!” I answered firmly. “But may I know—why do you do this for me?”

“That man asked me to,” she said flatly. “Be grateful. No more questions. Your training begins now.”

My heart tightened—but I felt determination rise stronger than fear. If Yan believes I’m capable, then I’ll prove it.

YanYan’s POV

How come I can’t understand women?

I sighed, staring from the fortress balcony. “Book of Infinite Knowledge, tell me—how do women think?”

The tome remained silent. Even infinity had limits.

Suddenly, I sensed distortion in the sky. A small rune portal opened several kilometers away. My system interface blinked:

⚠️ [Detection Alert: Unknown Dimensional Rift – Source: Underworld]
⚠️ Entities Identified: Demons (Class A – Rebirth King Rank)

Demons? Here? They shouldn’t exist in the human realm unless someone forced open a gate from the Underworld of Twelve Gods.

Without hesitation, I activated Aerial Acceleration and sped toward the portal.

Below, I saw a girl—no older than fifteen—dressed in white and blue robes, surrounded by snarling demons. Their red skin was scarred with black sigils, their three horns glowing with underworld fire.

“They’re drooling…” I whispered. “Disgusting.”

I extended my hand.
“Skill: Heavenly Sword Rain.”

Thousands of glowing swords materialized in the sky. The demons sensed the anomaly and lunged at the girl.

“Too slow,” I muttered.
“System Boost: 100% Acceleration. Cloak: Invisibility.”

The swords fell like divine meteors. One after another, each pierced a demon’s core. Only one survived—a female, trembling, her dark aura flickering.

The girl had fainted, so I laid her gently on a nearby rock, activating a barrier around her.

The surviving demon knelt before me, crying.
“Please, don’t kill me! I was forced to join them. My family’s enslaved in the underworld. I only carried supplies, nothing more!”

I detected dark magic twisting around her—the mark of a Binding Curse.

Without a word, I extended my hand.
“Anciento Cancelol.”

A soft white light enveloped her. The black sigils disintegrated. Her red skin faded to pale white, and her horns shrank into a single, small one at her forehead. She trembled, staring into the air.

“W-Why… why would someone like you free me?” she asked weakly.

I looked down at her. “Because you’re not my enemy—just another victim of power.”