Felicity tried to stay calm, but it didn't take long before the cracks began to show.

The trial continued.

The child Morgana was already conjuring her next spell. Her wand danced between her fingers like a living extension of her body while her voice came smooth and confident.

It was as if she didn't even strain from concentration.

"[Water Stream]."

A slender ribbon of water flowed in the air, circling her once before dispersing harmlessly.

"[Stone Edge]."

Pebbles from the polished floor floated, fused, then shattered apart with a clean snap.

"[Gust]."

Wind rushed past, enough to flutter the drapes, yet never losing control.

"[Flare]."

A miniature explosion of red sparks bloomed and fizzled before touching the ground.

These were all the most basic of basic elemental spells, available to level 1 Wizards, but that did not take away from the amazing feats the young girl conjured one after the other.

Knowing this, Felicity's fists clenched so tightly her knuckles popped.

The girl wasn't learning... It was as if she knew, innately. Each spell flowed as naturally as breathing, each movement refined, practiced.

Morgana wasn't testing the boundaries of her ability; she was defining them.

Felicity's fists clenched. "Fine, you have a head start... I already knew that, you young brat. But I won't remain lesser forever!"

She raised her wand, took a deep breath, and began to chant.

Mana gathered. Sluggish, uneven. Her hand trembled as the tip of her wand flickered with a dim blue light.

"[Flare]!"

The result was… pathetic.

A small spark popped and died with a sad hiss.

"Ugh! Come on!" she groaned. Truth be told, this wasn't the first time she cast the spell. Not one bit. She'd been at it for some time now.

In whatever this place was, the girl did not struggle with limitations of mana. She could cast as much as she wanted.

Therefore, the girl tried again. Then again.

Each attempt ended the same: unstable, slow, and dull. The mana didn't flow right. It resisted her like a rebellious current refusing to be tamed.

It wasn't that she was untalented; far from it. The fact that she could even form any spell using a wand in her first minutes of trying was already remarkable. The average novice would've lost control immediately, possibly burned their fingers off, or set their clothes on fire.

But Felicity wasn't interested in "remarkable."

Not when the little prodigy sitting across from her made it look effortless.

"[Water Stream]!"

A pitiful drizzle sputtered out of her wand before evaporating.

"[Stone Edge]!"

Nothing. The marble floor didn't even twitch.

"[Gust]!"

A weak puff of air brushed her cheek like a sigh.

Her shoulders shook.

She stared down at her trembling hands with teeth biting into her lip.

"…At least one," she whispered. "Just one element..."

But no.

Fire resisted her.

Wind ignored her.

Water laughed at her.

Earth refused to obey.

Across from her, Morgana's younger self smiled in serene delight as all four elements answered her call without fault.

It wasn't even arrogance… just natural talent, also known as affinity. The girl was born with it.

While Felicity… wasn't.

A bitter laugh escaped her.

"So that's what it's like, huh… being a genius."

Her wand quivered slightly. She could feel the mental fatigue creeping in, but she refused to stop.

She glared at the flames her mother had conjured.

"I'm not giving up just because I'm ordinary."

…

"… Disappointment."

Feng's heart skipped a beat as she heard the voice that sounded exactly like herself.

The oriental teen's eyes widened, and her heart flared with anger. "What did you say?!"

"Disappointment."

The word exploded across the still world like a thunderclap.

Feng froze. Her reflection rippled before the water before her feet began to churn.

Then the voice returned, colder now.

"That is what you are, Feng Jiai. Born a disappointment, existing as a disappointment. You're a living, breathing disappointment. You're the perfect embodiment of the word itself."

The calm surface erupted upward. Water twisted and rose, coalescing into a human shape. Her shape.

"What the?!" Feng stumbled back a step in shock as the liquid silhouette took on her outline, her features, her very expression.

Besides the blue skin, only the eyes were different; dark, piercing, and heavy with disdain.

The watery Feng looked the human Feng up and down.

"You're hoping to one day be called Feng Elysiar, aren't you?"

The tone was mocking, venomously calm. "If you ask me, Feng 'Disappointment' Jiai fits you much better."

She took a step forward before she spat, "Who are you to use his name? What gave you the right to even dream of such a thing? The fact that you're a clingy girl who slept in his arms back in the 'good old' Zhenwu days? The fact that you voice a hundred snarky comments toward the man each day? The fact that you go to war with him? So do others. You're not special."

The watery image of herself formed a mocking, sly grin as she giggled condescendingly. "The fact that you're a… what? Not his lover, not even his potential love interest, nor are you his daughter or even a distant cousin. You're basically a friend he has some fun spending time with. Ayame said he has no male friends, but aren't you already fulfilling the role of one? You're a 'dude' he can spend time 'shooting shit' with."

A growl built in Feng's throat.

"Shut up!" she snapped, and without thinking, she lunged forward. Her fist shot out, connecting with the watery figure's face.

Or rather, through it.

Her hand sliced through harmless liquid, scattering droplets that reformed an instant later.

"Born a water cultivator, you should know at least the basic functions of your element. Yet you tried to punch me, a body of water…"

The double tilted her head.

"Disappointment."

A vein pulsed visibly on Feng's forehead. "You-!"

Before she could finish, the watery Feng's arm lashed out. A solid mass of water slammed into her stomach.

The impact was real.

The air shot out of Feng's lungs as she doubled over, coughing violently.

She looked up, wheezing, eyes blazing.

The watery reflection stared back impassively.

"Why do you think you were given such a class in the first place? Because the Soul Records has a vendetta against you? Please… You're nothing. Not even a grain of sand in its eyes."

She paused for just a moment before continuing. "The Gremlord of Chaos. Serika was a fire cultivator and received the Solar Fist class. A perfect translation of who she was, molded to fit her new life."

Feng didn't know what to say. The Implications of the creature's words were obvious.

It did not mince its words. "You think I don't know how you observed the woman with jealousy as she utilized that powerful, epic class to wreak havoc at Quinlan's side? To have his back in delicate situations where you were nothing but a burden?"

"You-" Feng wanted to curse this bitch out, but she was not given room to speak.

A kick came for her face.

"You wanted to be just like that woman, even before you two left Zhenwu. You have envied Serika ever since you two met. She was everything you wanted to be. Fierce, determined, badass. A woman who stole Quinlan's breath and made the man with a harem of extreme beauties pursue her tanned ass like a horny dog. You tell yourself that happened because you were a child in his eyes."

A second kick arrived, this time aiming for Feng's side. "But let me clarify one thing, Feng Disappointment Jiai. Even if you were an adult, he would still not fall for you."

'Why is this body made of water so strong?!' Feng cursed inwardly, trying to collect herself. This was her one big moment to evolve like the others! If she failed and all others succeeded, she would have to bury herself in shame.

The third kick came, more vicious than the previous two. "So why is your class a luck-dependent random mess instead of a water-themed one? I mean, yeah, you were a shitty cultivator with a sorry excuse of a foundation, so you did not deserve the water equivalent of the Solar Fist class, but surely some much more toned down, weaker class would've been acceptable? Aqua Disappointment or something, I don't fucking know."

Feng's lips parted, ready to hurl a sharp retort, some snide remark to bite back at the cunt with such a condescending attitude that was herself.

But no words came.

Her throat went dry.

Because she didn't know. At least she thought she didn't.

But deep down, she's been aware of it for the longest time.

Why was she given the Gremlord of Chaos class?

"Because I don't deserve it. I don't deserve to wield my own element!"

The words escaped her lips in the form of a guttural scream that came from the deepest depths of her soul.

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