He shook his head, dispelling the thoughts in his mind, no longer pondering questions that might delve into the realm of philosophy.
He entered the Instance again.
Liens once again appeared on the external training grounds in the early morning, and not far from him, a beautiful woman existed.
At this moment, Nimophila was strolling leisurely, occasionally casting her gaze towards the figure occupying the center of the field, and occasionally stopping to admire the flowers and plants that were still resilient in the cold winter.
She hummed a tune softly, as if praising the strength of those weak Life.
Liens looked at Nimophila's figure and did not directly attack her.
Instead, he slowly walked towards her.
Noticing Liens approaching her, Nimophila stopped her already slow steps, turned around, and said with a smile:
"Teacher Heier, is there something you wish to tell me?"
Nimophila gently twirled a strand of hair by her ear, a confident smile on her face.
She had already thought of the posture and words to use to reject Liens's confession.
At the same time, she aimed to avoid hurting Liens's feelings as much as possible.
Similar situations had often occurred since she became a teacher here, so she had ample experience in handling such circumstances.
Sigh... who told her she was so beautiful and had such a perfect figure?
For the hot-blooded teenagers who were always full of vigor, she was truly an irresistible temptation.
Thinking this, the smile on Nimophila's face deepened.
Although she wasn't going to accept Liens, she was still very happy about a genius young man's confession.
This was high praise for her charm.
Seeing the inexplicable smile on Nimophila's face and her slightly uncontrollable lips, Liens felt a bit strange.
He didn't quite understand, had she suddenly thought of something good?
However, no matter why Nimophila was in a good mood, the words he was about to say would likely ruin her good mood.
"Nimophila, let's fight!"
Liens said seriously to Nimophila.
Nimophila was somewhat taken aback, and the smile on her face froze.
She didn't hear the words she expected; instead, she received an unexpected challenge.
This made Nimophila's mind a bit muddled.
A man and a woman alone, and you're telling me this?
Such big breasts, such a delicate face, such perfect curves—you completely don't see them, do you?
Nimophila's expression somewhat broke down, with embarrassment, annoyance, and also some confusion.
Seeing that Nimophila didn't respond, Liens wasn't surprised; he thought she was still in confusion.
After all, he also knew how sudden his challenge was.
Therefore, to ensure the upcoming battle would proceed perfectly, Liens patiently explained to Nimophila:
"I know you feel it's sudden, but if you listen carefully to my explanation, you'll understand what I mean."
"I have an ability that can create a fictional combat space based on real people and objects."
"Right now, we are in this space, and both our bodies are false creations shaped by this ability."
"So, I want to invite you to fight me, to hone myself."
After speaking, Liens stopped explaining, giving Nimophila time to think.
After much deliberation, he still felt he could try his previous idea; anyway, it would only take place in the Instance and wouldn't affect reality.
He had tried similar things in the Instance before.
When he was still at the Slave Exchange, he had once told the mysterious mage in the Instance about his identity as a transmigrator and his special abilities, which was why he was bought by her.
Of course, in reality, he couldn't say such things to her.
So, what was missed was missed; he couldn't become a mage now.
"You mean I am a false person, a counterfeit created by your ability?"
Nimophila frowned and confirmed with Liens.
"Yes, not just you, but me, and even everything here is false."
"Of course, you can also think of this as a mental space, and you are not false, but rather entered here in the form of a spiritual body."
"As long as you can accept it, you can understand it however you like."
Liens nodded and explained again.
He didn't explain his ability too much to Nimophila, because there was no need; he only needed her to accept his invitation to battle.
And this was just an attempt; if it didn't work, then so be it.
"Spiritual body? Well, that's more acceptable than the explanation of a counterfeit, but I clearly know that my current self is not some spiritual body."
"Moreover, you say everything here is false, but in my perception, everything here is very real."
"Whether it's the external elements or the 'divinity' within my body, they make it hard for me to believe what you are saying."
"Perhaps such an ability as you described truly exists in the world, but everything has its cost of operation."
"With your strength, even if you really had that ability, you couldn't create true 'divinity.'"
Nimophila calmly expressed her doubts to Liens.
"Then is there a possibility that everything you perceive now is just a false cognition given to you by my ability?"
"The elements are fake, the 'divinity' is also fake; it just makes you feel like everything is real." Enjoy the story by reading on *.
Liens said indifferently.
"Perhaps... but I'd rather trust my own judgment."
Nimophila smiled noncommittally.
"Alright then... Since you can't accept this explanation, I can only use a more aggressive method to 'invite' you."
After Liens finished speaking, he raised the longsword in his hand and pointed it at Nimophila.
Since verbal persuasion couldn't achieve cooperation, he was too lazy to waste any more time; he would just directly act to achieve his goal.
Although the subsequent battle might be interrupted by the dean's intervention, the time before the dean arrived could still be used to hone himself.
It was just a bit annoying, that's all.
"Wait... wait, don't be so impulsive."
"Your current behavior makes me somewhat believe your words, after all, it's quite rare for someone to just randomly seek a fight without considering any consequences."
"And your eyes tell me that you don't seem to intend to stop at a simple spar."
Seeing Liens directly point his sword at her, Nimophila's expression instantly became serious; she realized that things were developing in a troublesome direction.
If not handled well, she might truly be forced into a fight with him.
This was not what she wanted to see.