“What? It’s not permanent?”

Rinka’s face turned pale with shock.

From her perspective, it wasn’t hard to understand the emotional whiplash.

Just when she had finally attained happiness, she was suddenly told it would vanish at midnight. It must have felt like riding the most intense roller coaster imaginable.

But this was exactly the effect I wanted. If she was anxious, it meant she felt pressure, and that pressure would eventually turn into motivation for self-correction.

It wasn’t that I was being mean or denying her an opportunity.

It’s just that, whether it was Xiao Lei, Lei Meow Meow, or Tian Xi, everyone who had transformed into a beautiful girl had undergone a positive personality shift.

Only Rinka, her personality after turning into a girl, had somehow become even worse. How could that be allowed?

“The ability to grant a permanent transformation probably lies solely with the divine emissary herself. As an unofficial member, the fact that she even gave me a few stones imbued with divine power is already impressive enough.”

“How many of those stones do you still have, Kai-chan? Can you… can you sell them all to me?”

My mind turned quickly, considering that slowly selling her moonstones could actually become a stable long-term source of income.

But seeing her looking so pitiful, I decided against scamming her out of money over something like this.

Besides, if I did something that ruined my karma, the notebook, my master, or even the Heavenly Principles might not be happy about it, and I’d be in big trouble.

“Even if I gave them all to you, you’d still only get one day. The effects don’t stack.”

I took a handful of small, grayish-white stones from my pocket and placed them on the ground—only about six or seven in total.

“These… although their quality is quite poor, they’re indeed moonstones.”

Yan Liuzhuan, surprisingly, recognized their type.

“The stones the envoy gave you probably aren’t valuable in themselves. They’re just vessels for divine power, right?”

Hearing Yan Liuzhuan speak as if the stones were worthless, Rinka’s expression darkened even more. Their cheap, ordinary appearance only made the one-day effect seem even more believable.

Apologies for being such a broke deity.

It ain’t my fault! Master Halliuya didn’t give me a single cent for expenses. I had to use my own pocket money to buy supplies. What kind of deity has to fund their own miracles?

“Then… then where is the divine emissary? How can I meet her?”

Now that she had tasted this sweetness, Rinka clearly didn’t want to turn back. She clung to me desperately as the only lead she had, completely forgetting how she had just betrayed me moments ago.

“How could I possibly have the contact information of someone so mysterious? She’s the one who found me. According to her, the divine emissary is currently fighting in hell. At the very least, she won’t return for most of the summer… She might even perish.”

“H-Hell?”

“Yes. Pray for her. Hope that she makes it back alive.”

In a way, I wasn’t even lying.

At this very moment, Zhao Zhao was suffering in a classroom that was not hell but certainly felt like one. With outdoor temperatures reaching nearly 40°C, it wouldn’t be surprising if he literally got cooked.

“These stones only last until midnight, right?”

Even though Yan Liuzhuan’s face remained as expressionless as ever, I could tell he was eager.

…Wait, don’t tell me this guy also has a thing for crossdressing?

“Well, not everyone turns into a beautiful girl. Look at me—nothing happened at all.”

“Maybe the deity just sees you as a girl? After all, Kai-chan, even as a guy, you’re still prettier than me! Seriously, how did you even grow up like this?”

Rinka’s tone was full of bitterness as she pinched my cheeks hard, as if trying to ruin my face.

Ow, that hurts! So not cute at all!

Where did my considerate, kind-hearted little angel go? I left him right here—where is he now?

“I’m going to make a call.”

Shoving Rinka’s hands off me in annoyance, I excused myself and went into the bathroom.

Once inside, I pulled out the notebook and wrote down Yan Liuzhuan’s name.

It wasn’t about meeting my quota—after all, while his personality was strange, he couldn’t exactly be considered “unfortunate.”

I was just curious—if a cold, detached ascetic like him transformed into a beautiful girl, would the notebook’s influence soften his personality too?

To avoid suspicion, I stayed in the bathroom for a while before heading back out—only to be immediately flashed into a world full of whiteness.

Yan Liuzhuan had always been on the slender side, the typical lean and refined artistic type. His school uniform was never particularly loose-fitting. But now, with a sudden expansion in the chest area, his shirt buttons had popped right off.

Thankfully, the fabric still covered the essentials. Otherwise, this would have been way beyond embarrassing.

“…Even my vision has improved? Praise god…”

The long-haired beauty with neatly parted bangs was undoubtedly Yan Liuzhuan himself.

Even without his glasses, his face remained as cold and indifferent as ever. His slightly furrowed brows gave the impression that he was displeased—though, in reality, that expression was just his default.

Both Old Feng and Yan Liuzhuan had resting poker faces, but they gave off completely different vibes.

Old Feng’s was due to his scars, making his original face seem fierce. As a girl, that fierceness had transformed into an aloof, untouchable aura—like a celestial being who had descended to the mortal realm.

But Yan Liuzhuan’s face, on the other hand, just looked… irritated.

That was why people called him “Iron-Faced Judge.” Whenever he walked toward you, you had to wonder if you owed him money.

Was she completely lacking in shame, or did she simply not consider this a shameful situation? Even after noticing me, she made no attempt to cover up her exposed chest.

Well, considering it’s Yan Liuzhuan, she probably just doesn’t care.

But for me, it felt like I wasn’t even being seen as a man.

Meanwhile, Rinka had seemingly been hypnotized by the sight of Yan Liuzhuan’s bouncing… assets. She sat there in stunned silence for a good ten seconds before she snapped out of it.

“Liu-Liu! Your chest!”

Once she realized what was happening, she panicked, looking left and right before finally grabbing the white cloth off the ground. Like a hairdresser putting on a cape, she draped it over Yan Liuzhuan’s front.

As if she had just accomplished a great mission, she sighed in relief before asking, “Why is your chest so big? I thought guys who transform wouldn’t get much of a chest?”

Technically speaking, mine should have been even bigger, but I cleared my throat and said nothing.

Yan Liuzhuan wasn’t exactly on the busty side—she was definitely smaller than Tian Xi, and probably even smaller than Lao Feng.

But compared to Rinka, she looked quite… substantial. More importantly, they were well-shaped and perky, which made a difference.

“Rinka, do you have a mirror?”

“Nobody uses mirrors anymore—just use your phone.”

“That makes sense.”

Yan Liuzhuan fumbled under the cloth for a bit before pulling out her phone.

Holding it at different angles, she inspected her face for a while before nodding in satisfaction.

“Not bad. This fits my aesthetic.”

Her facial structure still vaguely resembled the original, but I was once again reminded of Master Halliuya’s theory: her personality probably hadn’t changed much either.

“But still, I can’t compare to Chang Kai.”

After a few more seconds, she suddenly stood up. The white cloth that Rinka had just draped over her slipped to the floor, leaving me unsure where to look.

That alone would have been bad enough.

But then, with her slender, pale hands, she started fumbling around—until she actually unbuckled her belt.

Her now-loose school uniform pants, having lost their support, were instantly claimed by gravity. They slid down her long legs all the way to her ankles, exposing a dangerously unstable pair of men’s boxer briefs.

Hang in there, boxer briefs! Whatever you do, don’t fall!

She continued to examine her body with that same detached, analytical gaze—like she was studying a plaster sculpture.

Her hands ran down her thighs, tracing the curve of her pelvis, then moved up to pinch her now-delicate waist before finally resting on her—

Crap! I can’t watch this anymore!

My heart pounded in my chest.

What kind of disciplinary committee member was this?! This supposedly chaste, restrained girl was single-handedly the biggest threat to school morality!

Covering my eyes, I bolted down the stairs like my life depended on it.

"I-I'm heading downstairs first!"

It had been so long since I'd encountered something this excruciatingly flustering…

What I didn’t expect was for Rinka to follow me down immediately after. She plopped herself onto the mahogany sofa beside me.

“Why did you come down too?” I asked.

“After what just happened, do you really think I’d stay up there?!” she shot back.