"In the past, what the Academy was most famous for was the 'Phantom Crystal Mist' developed by the Factions, a technology that enabled the creation of safe and reliable immersive cinema. Even ordinary people with no Transcendent Sequence could enjoy that kind of immersive film environment."
"Without this technology, only Transcendents of Sequence 3 could enter the consciousness world through the Aijeika network and revel in that fully immersive sensory feast."
"This technology brought the Factions substantial profits, but aside from this, they didn't develop any other particularly notable projects or secret techniques afterwards. It's been nearly 800 years since they developed the Phantom Crystal Mist, and the patent technology has long been open and nearing improvement, no longer yielding much profit."
"In search of a way out, the Factions behind the Academy tried many paths, such as the well-known development of new toxic techniques or combat skills, but none were particularly effective."
"Mr. Paluk is not only the Dean of the Academy but also an alumnus. He grew up here just like us, and he understands the difficulties that graduates face."
"Therefore, he later presided over a reform, with the Academy no longer insisting on combat-related skills but focusing on practical applications. Also, because of the historical development of 'Phantom Crystal Mist,' the Academy has close relationships with many film groups and businesses, so the Dean supports us in pursuing careers in film. If one can become a star or a singer, that would be a fantastic choice, but even without such luck, one can still become an excellent maid or a versatile domestic worker with outstanding adaptability."
Unlike 'Fever Rush Academy,' which sticks to its past ideals, 'Prism Pain Academy' has completely turned to reality. This is not a judgment or accusation, as the girl has experienced quite tough times herself and wouldn't speak with scorn like a pampered young mistress who's led a sheltered life.
To live well, to earn a living with one's own hands, is respectable.
However, she was still a bit worried; after all, service workers do sometimes encounter very nasty and low-quality clients. She had heard from her seniors at 'Dream of Glazed Glass' about dealing with such situations.
"Does it feel bad, if you encounter difficult or unpleasant situations?" she asked with curiosity.
"We don't encounter such situations often, but if we do, we'll fight back and refuse."
"There's a common misconception that maids must follow commands unconditionally, but that's not the case," she shook her head.
"The allure of a maid is not just in their proper attire and manners but more so in providing emotional support, being the hands and eyes, an assistant in life and work, understanding and supporting him, accompanying him to fulfill his dreams and career. A slave with no personal will and no ideas of their own cannot be such a companion, nor can they offer the psychological comfort needed."
Is that so, the girl thought, it did make sense in a way. If one were to be flattered and adulated by a group of unthinking, blindly following individuals, it might feel nice, but there would always be an unease, knowing that such admiration is transitory and not truly attracted to the real self. They were only worshiping the glamorous facade put on display.
But if there was a maid who was intelligent, had her own opinions, didn't blindly follow, yet was excellent, understood your true self and still chose to stay by your side, to support you, to help and encourage you step by step in achieving your dreams or completing work, wouldn't there be a sense of relaxation and reassurance? This kind of emotional solace and relief cannot be provided by a will-less slave.
Perhaps that's the charm of a maid, the girl blinked, suddenly understanding the regular clients from 'Dream of Glazed Glass' of the past, why some would pay a lot just to sit there, watching a maid stitch a piece of clothing for them meticulously.
This type of psychological comfort and consolation is indeed scarce in today's urban environment.
Everyone needs to be loved, the girl whispered to herself.
Afterward, she looked up and showed a grateful smile to the maid before her, then asked her to continue recounting the history and past of the Academy.
Time passed leisurely. By the time the maid had finished the comprehensive history of the Academy, 20 minutes had passed. In the meantime, Dean Paluk seemed to have dozed off, waking up suddenly with a touch of embarrassment and looking around. At this moment, the maid beside him bowed down to inform him of the current situation and reassured him that he hadn't slept for too long.
Watching the maid near Hexia finish explaining the history of the Academy, Paluk stood up, took a few steps, and walked over to the seat opposite the girl.
"Let's take a break, I'll take over explaining to student Hexia now."
"Yes, Dean Sir," the maid bowed in thanks, winked at Hexia, and then stood behind the sofa in her position.
"Sorry for dozing off just now," the rotund Dean rubbed his head.
"Actually, I didn't say it that impressively, but they said back then that the records in the school history should be glamorized a bit to look better."
"The idea for such a reform five years ago was related to my career background. When I was young, I spent some time in the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain and worked in a film company there, but the entertainment and film industry in the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain was not well-developed, with limited wages and upward mobility."