Looking at herself in the mirror, Altair felt a jumble of emotions.
If Altair and Vivian hadn't known each other so well, given the situation, she would have suspected Vivian was teasing her on purpose.
"Going from male to female"—deliberately twisting the knife and making her uncomfortable.
Altair turned to Vivian beside her and said with a smile, "From the moment I was born, my fate was already sealed. Either I lived an ordinary, unremarkable life, or I paid the price to become a Beyonder. And the price was my appearance now."
"You and I both know this was inevitable."
After saying that, Altair asked, "What, don't you like how I look now?"
"Of course I do." Vivian furrowed her brow. "Just as you said, I know perfectly well what the price of drinking the Witch Potion is. After all, I used to be you."
"As for whether I like how you look now? All you need to know is that I like you for who you are."
"And don't forget, I changed my name last night. I'm Vivian Sheffield now."
"I'm just curious why you're prettier than me. Did you take some kind of Beauty Potion? Tell me where I can buy it. I want some too..."
Altair was quite touched by the first half of Vivian's response. But the second half instantly wiped away all her warm feelings, leaving her speechless and unsure how to reply.
While Altair was still silent, Vivian sidled closer with a mischievous grin.
"I'm curious how you're going to deal with me from now on."
"Don't forget, Extraordinary Items exist in this world. All I need to do is find one with the right ability."
Altair had already thought of a way to deal with that. She just needed to find a Beyonder