Zhao Han did not tell Wenren Sheng about the illusion she had seen. She did not want Teacher to worry.
She only told Wang Wenwen, who had always shared a room with her, when they were getting ready to sleep that night.
"Oh, what you think about during the day shows up in your dreams at night. Have you been worried about something lately?" Wang Wenwen said casually as she gnawed on a braised pork rib and watched short videos.
"No wonder you're so fat. You're still eating this much in the middle of the night," Zhao Han teased. Then she said thoughtfully, "I really am worried about something. I'm afraid my Otherworldly User might leave me."
For an Otherworldly User, having their Otherworldly User leave them was social death—perhaps something even worse.
From that perspective, it was only natural that she would encounter illusions related to death. After all, her Otherworldly User belonged to the prophecy type.
"What? Why would your Otherworldly User leave you when everything's fine?" Wang Wenwen looked worried. Then she picked up a braised pork rib and stuffed it into Zhao Han's mouth. "Have a bone. It'll comfort you."
"Thanks so much." Zhao Han set the bone aside.
"No need to thank me. Tell me properly and let me broaden my horizons. I've never seen anyone's Otherworldly User trying to leave its owner." Wang Wenwen sounded excited.
"Friendship over..." Zhao Han said resentfully, but she still recounted everything that had happened recently.
"No wonder. You've been spending all your time treating ordinary children, and your Otherworldly User is a rare type with a mind of its own. No wonder it's rebelling." Wang Wenwen was actually relieved at this point.
Her Otherworldly User was a Conventional Seed. It was nowhere near as intelligent as Zhao Han's,