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“Master, do you know who my mother is? And where is she now?”

I had only asked out of curiosity, wanting to test whether Master Halliluya was truly an omniscient deity.

But the moment she heard my question, she froze. Even the idle bouncing of her leg stopped, and the round-toed leather shoe hanging from her right foot slipped off with a soft plop onto the ground.

The white-haired loli master just stared at me, lost in thought for a long while. It wasn’t until she let out a sigh that she finally spoke, her tone filled with helplessness.

“I’m sorry, Chang Kai. I do know about your mother… but it’s not time for you to learn the truth yet.”

“Hey, hey! You said you’d tell me everything!”

“For now, don’t dwell on it. I can promise you this—within a year, before your divine assessment is over, you will know the full story of your parents.”

Hearing that only made me more suspicious. Did my parents’ situation somehow involve Master Halliluya as well?

“Is she still alive?”

This time, she didn’t hesitate.

“Of course she is. She just… can’t reunite with you right now.”

“She can’t? Is there some kind of reason behind it? …I see. I won’t ask anymore, as long as she’s alive.”

Seeing the loli in the wheelchair purse her lips with a stubborn refusal to say more, I knew there was no point in pressing further.

One more year wouldn’t make much of a difference—I had already been waiting for seventeen.

She clapped her hands together in relief. “I’m glad you understand. Now then, Chang Kai, ask away. What else do you want to know?”

She looked rather pleased, nodding with a smile as if she were proud of my maturity—despite her current appearance being that of a 4’11” white-haired loli.

I hugged my knees, thinking for a moment, then looked up at her.

“Can the Bishoujo Notebook be used to save lives? Zhao Zhao’s injuries didn’t carry over to Zhao Lei, and when she changed back, her wounds had healed to some extent. If I use it on someone who’s critically wounded, could I save them?”

“No, you can’t. The notebook doesn’t have healing abilities.” Master shook her head.

“Its power is to alter fate. If you want to save a dying person, you’d have to use the marker to rewrite their life, completely erasing their fate of death.”

“Even so, that could still save a lot of people, right?”

Master’s expression darkened slightly.

“Chang Kai, even gods answer to a higher order—the Heavenly Principles. If you interfere too much with fate, not even a god will be spared from the consequences. We must act only within the boundaries assigned to us by the Heavenly Principles and tend to our own little fields.”

She uncrossed her legs and leaned in close, with a serious face.

“While the heavens do have mercy, their true duty is maintaining balance within the world. So don’t go getting any grand ideas about saving the world.”

I was shocked. She now already had the title “The Only God,” yet she still had a superior to answer to?

“I understand, Master. Your teachings will not be forgotten.”

“Good.” She nodded approvingly.

“Now, let’s talk about your cat. How long would it have lived originally? Maybe fifteen years at best? But after turning into a human, its lifespan was drastically extended. You might see that as a good thing, but to the Heavenly Principles, that’s a clear violation of natural order. If it weren’t your first offense, a divine lightning tribulation would have already been sent to drag you into reincarnation.”

“Lightning tribulation?!” My stomach dropped. That’s terrifying!

“I’m sorry! I won’t ever use the Bishoujo Notebook on non-humans again!”

This was the perfect time for me to execute my ultimate move—The Full-Body Apology Dogeza! …Wait. Damn, my knees just pressed into my chest. This is so uncomfortable!

“No need to be so terrified. While serving the heavens is much like serving a tiger, the temperament of the Heavenly Principles is actually quite predictable.”

Seeing my panicked reaction, Master chuckled, then crossed her legs again, swinging her little white foot right in front of my face, making my heart itch at the sight of it.

I took a deep breath and straightened up.

“For the divine assessment, I need to change the fate of one unlucky person per month, right? How can I tell if writing their name actually counts towards my quota?”

“Well, for starters, I can tell you with certainty that Feng Jingsheng is definitely an unlucky guy. The moment you write his name with a marker, it will turn gold—that’s how you’ll know it counts.”

Ah, so the names of qualified targets will turn gold.

“But how am I supposed to determine who counts as ‘unlucky’? What level of misfortune qualifies?”

Everyone has their fair share of bad luck, but obviously, not everyone can be my target.

Master shrugged. “Misfortune is hard to quantify. Everyone has unlucky days, but unless someone is as blatantly cursed as Feng Jingsheng, there’s no guarantee that writing their name will fulfill your quota.”

I frowned.

“Wait… If there are no set criteria, who decides whether I pass or not? Is it you?”

She shook her head. “Of course not. What kind of master personally judges their disciple? Your examiner is the Bishoujo Notebook itself. It’s a divine artifact born from the Heavenly Principles, possessing a degree of sentience. It will determine whether you pass your assessment each month.”

I froze.

“Wait! Sentience? You mean it has its own thoughts?!”

So it knows about the time I used it to mess with Lei Laohu?!

“Of course. It reports your actions to me every day—I can’t be watching you 24/7, after all.”

As if to confirm her words, the black-covered notebook suddenly appeared, distorting the air in front of me. Though it remained completely still, I could feel its presence.

Master smirked. “Ah, it seems to approve of your current outfit. Why not call it ‘Master’ and see what happens?”

The notebook didn’t move, yet she spoke as if it did.

I hesitated for a moment, then executed The Full-Body Apology Dogeza again.

“Respected Master, please… go easy on me during the assessment…”

Would showing a little cleavage make my apology more convincing?

Guess I’d have to start treating this thing like an ancestor shrine. Good thing I hadn’t done anything too offensive yet.

Master laughed. “Now then, any other questions?”

“Yes!” I nodded. “To fulfill my quota, the target must willingly accept the transformation, right? But what if I write their name first, and they only accept it later? Or if they agree at the time but change their mind later? Would that affect my quota?”

“It’s determined at the exact moment you write their name. As long as they accept it then, you’re good to go. Any changes before or after don’t count.”

“That seems fair… Ah, I have one more question.”

Since the next question was a bit embarrassing to ask, I scooted forward slightly, moving closer to Master’s wheelchair.

Lowering my voice, I asked, “Um… My friend’s personality changes drastically before and after transforming, and I’m struggling to adapt. As a girl, she openly confessed to liking me, but as a guy, he insists he’s straight. How am I supposed to deal with this?”

Master chuckled.

“Chang Kai, if you want to be a qualified God of Bishoujo, you must remember one thing: no matter how much their personality shifts, their soul remains the same. The notebook’s divine power can adjust a person’s inner self, but it doesn’t alter their true emotions. Without the bond you built with him as a male, do you think she would have fallen for you so easily as a female?”

I hesitated. “Then… what should I do now?”

“Nothing. Just stay calm and act as you normally would.” Master hopped down from her wheelchair and began pacing around me.

“Your friend is probably struggling with these thoughts just as much as you are. But since their male and female identities aren’t separate in the first place, what’s there to worry about in terms of ‘influencing’ each other?”

…Wait. Was Xiao Lei currently debating whether to remain my bro or become my girlfriend?

“The conclusion is theirs to reach. As their friend, your role is simple—no matter what they decide, support them wholeheartedly.”

I bit my lip. “But what if I don’t want to lose either of them?”

“Silly girl! I just told you—there’s no ‘them’ to begin with!” Master came to an exasperated stop beside me and gave me a sharp chop on the head with her tiny hand. It didn’t hurt much, but it got the point across.

“Alright, listen up. If you pass this month’s assessment, I’ll reward you with a special treasure.”

My ears perked up instantly. “A treasure?!” My eyes practically sparkled.

“That’s a secret for now. Focus on completing your task first. Now then, any more questions?”

I shook my head. “Nothing else. Is there anything important I should know that you haven’t mentioned yet?”

Master nodded. “One last thing. You’ve probably heard the phrase ‘one’s appearance reflects one’s heart’ or ‘one’s heart shapes one’s appearance.’ Both describe the deep connection between a person’s inner self and their outward form. This connection has always existed, and the Bishoujo Notebook simply enhances it.”

As she spoke, her small hand reached out and playfully ran through my hair.

“That’s why people show different personality traits after transforming. It’s not that they’ve become a different person—it’s just that their deeply hidden characteristics have been brought to the surface. The greater the physical transformation, the more pronounced the personality shift. Since your transformation is relatively minor, your personality remains mostly unchanged.”

I blinked. “So that means Old Feng might end up changing a lot, huh?” Not to mention Lei Laohu… and… what was that Mohawk guy’s name again?
Master smirked. “Mmm~ just be mentally prepared for it!”

I sighed. “Alright, I get it. So that’s it for tonight?”

“Yep. If anything else comes up, just let the notebook know. I’ll get in touch with you again.”

I glanced down at the Bishoujo Notebook. It still looked like an ordinary black-covered book—motionless, silent.

…How exactly was I supposed to talk to it?

Still, I decided to take my chances. “Master! I have one more request~”

“Hmm?”

I hesitated for a second, then asked softly, “Can I hug you?”

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