Reshaper

"Let him try."

Elvily said.

She hoped Sean would be able to enter the Sanctuary.

It had nothing to do with Sean's future development; she simply felt that Sean was hers. If he could enter the Sanctuary, it would bring her honor... yes, that was it.

Sean was already a Tier Two Wizard, meeting the minimum requirement to enter the Sanctuary. Perhaps he could even gain the recognition of her brother-in-law's statue.

"Alright, I'll wait for you on the first floor," Iris said with a smile. "I hope to see you there too, Mr. Writer."

Elvily hung up the phone.

Entering the Void Arts Space required a stable environment. She had originally planned to turn right at the intersection, heading straight towards the residential area. However, after only a few steps, she stopped, turned back, and led Sean back to the hospital room.

One lay down, the other sat.

After entering the Void Arts Space and meeting on the familiar street, Sean asked the young woman as they walked towards the Hall of Truth, "Did turning right just now lead back to your home?"

Elvily let out an "Mm."

Although she didn't live in Alora Town permanently, as a member of the Dawn Council's management, she naturally had a place to stay on her own territory.

Sean, whether he truly didn't understand or was pretending not to, said casually, "Then we actually didn't need to go back to the hospital."

Elvily understood the implication in his words and replied with a pointed tone, "Not go back to the hospital, then where? You want to go to my place?"

Men, your name is pushing your luck.

Sean played dumb. "I never said that."

"You'd better not have," Elvily huffed. "I haven't even asked you why your Magic is increasing so quickly."

Quill, who took two and a half years to reach Tier Two, was a novice and didn't understand anything. Even the so-called genius of the Floris Family, who reached Tier Two in half a year, was nothing special in Elvily's eyes. Only people like her and Sean, who went from Tier One to Tier Two within a month, were qualified to be called true geniuses, or rather, "born Wizards."

This was undoubtedly far from her initial assessment of Sean.

But Elvily wouldn't bring it up.

What's past is past; it's not important.

It wasn't that her judgment was poor, but that this guy was too good at hiding. He hid his Magic, his methods, his connections, and then used his good looks to blind her, which led her to not see Sean clearly from the start.

"Honestly, I don't know either," Sean said, not lying to Elvily this time.

His dreams were fragmented, lacking specific cultivation processes and timelines. He didn't know what the normal speed and feeling of a Wizard advancing a tier should be. Otherwise, he wouldn't have drunk from the Spring of Enlightenment and only then realized that the desert in his dream was Meditation.

He thought everyone advanced this quickly.

"You must be a Reshaper too." Elvily didn't believe he truly didn't know.

Sean: "..."

Too?

"Can I ask what a Reshaper is?"

One moment Awakened, the next Reshaper, how was he unaware that there were so many types of Wizards?

The Scholar Era didn't have these terms, did it?

Elvily patiently explained a few things to him. "In the words of you novel writers, reshaping is rebirth."

The difference was that in novels, the protagonist's rebirth was usually a low-probability event, unique to the protagonist, with the timeline rewinding as needed for the plot. But reshaping wasn't like that. Reality wasn't a novel; the timeline only moved forward. It was more like reincarnation, where Reshapers would gradually recover memories from their previous lives, and they weren't unique.

The number of Reshapers worldwide might not be considered large, but it was definitely not small. She was one, Iris was one, Isha was one, as was Kate, and Kate's teacher Adev, and so on. They were all Reshapers.

It was important to know that Meditation had empirical aspects. The so-called "flash of inspiration" or "epiphany" was essentially memories from their previous lives reminding them. Memories etched into their souls would help them grow faster. Therefore, the speed at which Reshapers advanced their tiers was far beyond that of Awakened Ones, who transformed from mortals into Wizards.

And each Reshaper, in their previous life, corresponded to a specific identity. So, when Elvily asked Sean why his Magic was increasing so rapidly, she was actually asking who Sean was in his previous life.

Advancing from Tier One to Tier Two in about half a month was comparable to her own speed. This indicated that Sean's previous life was no worse than hers. Her Seraphim family had extensive connections in the Scholar Era and many Archmages who were on good terms with them. In their previous lives, she and Sean might have even known each other, perhaps even been friends.

Sean quickly said, "No, no, we didn't know each other."

Elvily: "?"

"Is knowing me that embarrassing?"

No, it wasn't that embarrassing; it was potentially fatal.

Sean still didn't know how he had offended the young woman in the past or to what extent. The only certainty was that the past him couldn't do anything to her.

Back then, he was invincible. He was the one bullying others; no one could bully him.

So, before he understood the full story, revealing his identity rashly could lead to a role reversal.

Elvily was now Tier Five. If there were any grudges, wouldn't she take the opportunity to avenge herself once she learned he was her brother-in-law?

He couldn't handle that.

Sean actually wondered if he could really bring himself to bully such a beautiful and cute sister-in-law in the past.

He couldn't figure it out and didn't dare to ask.

He could only type quickly and vaguely say, "It's probably because my memories haven't fully recovered yet."

"Then we'll talk after you've recovered," Elvily said.

She could barely believe this reason, as her own memories were still in the process of recovering.

Sean seized the opportunity to change the subject. "Reshaping sounds like something you can control actively?"

Deciding for yourself whether or not to reincarnate?

Elvily nodded, confirming Sean's guess.

"Reshaping" was a method of "extending life" that Wizards of the Scholar Era had collaboratively researched. The first to conceive and propose this theory were her sister Delilah and the Holy See's Saintess Oliya. However, Elvily didn't want to elaborate, lest she be reminded of her irresponsible scumbag brother-in-law.

"Achoo."

Sean suddenly sneezed.

He wiped his nose and said strangely, "You can even sneeze in the Void Arts Space?"

Elvily: "..."

Why did that sound so familiar?

As they walked and talked, the two arrived at the first floor of the Hall of Truth.

Iris, who was waiting there, brightened slightly upon seeing Sean. She teased, "You actually came in. It seems our writer friend isn't as simple as he appears on the surface."

Tier Two was merely the minimum standard to enter the first floor of the Sanctuary, only representing a chance to gain the statue's recognition, not a guarantee. In fact, many Wizards, let alone those at Tier Two, couldn't even enter the first floor at Tier Three. Yet Sean succeeded on his first try. It seemed... she and Elvily might have found a real treasure this time.

Hearing Iris's words, Elvily only then belatedly realized—that's not right!

She had been talking with Sean about Reshapers and forgot to take him to touch the statue. She usually entered the Sanctuary through the main entrance, so she habitually entered with Sean through the grand doors. But Sean wasn't repelled??

Elvily suddenly turned her head to look at Sean, a question mark appearing in her eyes: "?"

Sean: "What?"

Elvily stared intently at him. "Have you been inside the Sanctuary before?"

Iris also let out a question mark: "?"

What did she mean?

This wasn't Sean's first time entering the Sanctuary?

Sean pretended not to hear Elvily's question, looking around as if searching for someone. "Where's Mr. Dream Weaver? Didn't you say we'd talk at the Sanctuary?"

Iris: "He's on the second floor."

Sean blinked. "The second floor?"

"Yes," Iris suppressed her curiosity and said grumpily, "If it weren't for Elvily's sake, he would have wanted to go to the third floor."

Sopea's earlier remark, "Only Tier Five has the qualifications to converse with me as an equal," had now been upgraded to "Only entering the third floor of the Sanctuary grants the qualification to speak with him." He had only lowered his standards temporarily out of respect for Elvily.

Therefore, even though Sean had entered the first floor, he wouldn't be able to accompany them to see Sopea.

Unexpectedly, Sean said nonchalantly, "It's fine, the second floor is fine. It's all the same."

As he spoke, he lightly stepped onto the moving stairs. Amidst the widening eyes and ghost-like expressions of Elvily and Iris, he passed through the door between the first and second floors without any obstruction, leaving behind a message—

"Hurry up and come, I don't know anyone."

Iris: "???"

Elvily: "???"

He could enter the second floor too??