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The woman wore an off-white off-shoulder sweater and a white skirt with an elegant pattern.

Even her loose clothing could not conceal her ample assets. Perhaps because it was her first time wearing such casual feminine clothes, she seemed a little uncomfortable, one hand gripping her other arm.

It was impossible to tell whether she was shy or simply felt insecure.

Just then, a breeze drifted past, the clouds shifted, and sunlight fell across her. Her naturally hanging black hair gleamed with the sheen left by a sandalwood comb. The wind lifted and dropped the tips of her hair, brushing fine ripples across the collar of her chiffon sweater.

Her vermilion eyes seemed to hold a mist of humiliation. Her Eyelashes trembled lightly in the breeze, casting butterfly-wing shadows over her porcelain-white cheeks.

Yet before the broadcast cameras, the tips of her ears had turned the rosy color of begonia petals.

"Right, right, that's exactly it, sis!"

Blood Rain followed behind Valkyrie, her expression excited as she circled around her. While livestreaming for the Fat Dragon group, she wished she could preserve this sight for ten thousand years as a private collection.

Under the unabashed stares of countless spectators, Valkyrie, dressed like this for the first time, felt inexplicably nervous—ten thousand times more nervous than when challenging the strongest opponent.

Her willow-leaf brows furrowed unconsciously. Her fingertips absently toyed with the strands of hair hanging by her collarbone. Her shimmering eyes reflected drifting clouds, making all the other contestants around her pale in comparison.

Ding, ding, ding—

A string of voting notifications kept sounding from the big screen. Before long, Valkyrie's vote count surged into first place, overtaking the former leader, Mirajane.

Blood Rain was still circling Valkyrie with her custom camera, taking close-up shots for her private collection.

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