Instead, she concentrated the last bit of her attention, connecting to the invisible tributary of the river of time deep within the void, and began to check the deviation rate of the world-line’s development.
To avoid the Aifala Continent from falling into the endless catastrophes of otherworldly fusion as in her past life, "world-line deviation rate" was her most important, and only, goal after rebirth.
The Dragon Descendant Sava was the first target in Vier’s plan that could bring about a change in the world-line.
According to her expectations, as the sinner who suddenly betrayed in her past life, causing an entire resistance line to collapse, Sava’s death should at least result in a 0.05% deviation rate.
Although she didn’t do it herself this time, since the other party died early, the world-line should still have shifted.
"I don’t even need 0.05%, 0.03 or even 0.02, I can accept that."
Praying in her heart, as Vier was about to touch the river of time, she suddenly froze in place.
"How... how is it possible?"
"0.3% deviation rate!?"
That was almost six times what she imagined!
"Where did that extra 0.25% come from?"
Accompanying the first surprise since her rebirth was an unprecedented and enormous confusion.
0.3% may still seem small, not even half a percent, but if you know that this percentage is based on an entire timeline’s main axis, an entire future Aifala Continent.
You can realize the tremendous change it represents.
Even in Vier’s plan, she was to wait until she at least reached lv7 in the future, able to routinely use the medium-circle spells stored in the Magic Table, before she would begin detailed actions related to deviation rates at the decimal percentage level.
But now, even though this was just her initial plan after rebirth meant to test the waters, it inexplicably brought such a huge benefit...
After the surprise came the shock of the situation being far beyond her control, stemming from the unknown.
Her cheeks appeared extremely pale due to the overconsumption of spiritual power, and she propped herself up with her magic wand, her chestnut ponytail swinging continuously in the air.
Vier urgently wanted to find the source of the time-line change.
Soon, from not far in the front on the side, the long howl of a wolf from behind a small hill caught her attention.
Clenching her teeth, she moved her body slowly and cautiously in the direction of the sound.
At the same time, she took a small bottle of blue potion from her waist pouch and guzzled it down.
Even though her head ached as if pierced by a thousand needles, she still forcibly activated her spiritual power, touching the crystal stone at the tip of her magic wand, while also preparing to open another trump card.
The off-white long robe, soaked by rain, dangled loosely, and her small leather boots, stained with mud spots, left slight footprints on the ground.
The downpour seemed to be getting heavier.
The complex roar of raindrops hitting the ground seemed to be the only sound between heaven and earth at this moment.
The path around the hill wasn’t really long; even a child in the farmland could run across it while playing.
But from Vier’s subjective perspective, it was the longest path she had ever walked in her life.
At some point, that strange wolf howl had already disappeared.
Replaced by an increasingly intense and pungent smell of blood.
She urgently wanted to see what was happening behind the hill, but deep inside her, along with anticipation, was an indescribable resistance.
It was like that experiment in the lab, which finally barely succeeded after countless adjustments over several months.
The hope for success, and the fear of failure, simultaneously lingered in her heart at this moment. This update is available on ⓝovelFire.net
Finally, Vier went around the hill.
The first thing she saw was a rigid corpse lying motionless on the ground.
The head was missing, and only the neck wound, where blood gushed out amidst the rain, was steaming with heat.
Judging by the clothes, it wasn’t a member of their team.
Then, there were two arms lying quietly on the blood-soaked grassland, from who knows where.
Like a doll taken apart by a mischievous child.
And finally, in the center of the area, was that huge, hideous, fearsome black wolf, as if born from the shadows and darkness of Abyss Hell.
The sound of thunder boomed above the sky, and dark leaden clouds churned, brewing death.
A fine rain curtain covered every part of her vision.
Seemingly aware of the gaze from behind, the black wolf released the headless body it was biting and slowly turned its head.
A wolf howled quietly in her mind, its cold, violent black eyes meeting Vier’s amber eyes.
The girl’s body instantly froze, feeling an icy chill shoot up her spine to her skull, her entire body stiff as a rod.
Her vision blurred for a moment.
The next second, the pitch-black giant wolf was dispersed by the rain.
Revealing that long, more fierce and sharp figure holding an iron gray long sword.
The pitch-black eyes that met hers were silently magnified, like a black hole swallowing her last consciousness.
In an instant, the "Omen of Death" that had plagued countless nights in her previous life, the blood-soaked land paved with entrails and severed limbs, the tower of skulls...
The shadow deeply imprinted in her heart from her past life erupted along with an indescribable, boundless fear.
A sticky warmth fell on her face, like something suddenly dropping from the sky in front of her eyes, rolling to her feet.
Instinctively, Vier looked down.
The eyes filled with fear and soullessness met the girl’s gaze.