Confused thoughts tormented Gwen all night.

Why is she here? What happened to the teenage Gwen in this world? In fact, now that she remembers, what about her thirty-year-old body? Will her secretary Becky find her boss depressed? Will the Sun Herald report on her mysterious death with the headline "Woolare Woman Mysterious Death: Her Two Cats Ate Her Face"! There are photos in it?

She hovered above and looked at herself below, her body beginning to writhe on the bed, whimpering softly, as if taken away by night terrors. In her mind's eye, her twin animal folds like origami. Until her consciousness became blurred and ambiguous.

The scene of her awakening flashed through her eyes again. Tiny squirming Siegel crawled across her field of vision, manifesting itself as a feverish brain. Furious, she reached out and grabbed the illusory images, tearing a handful of stardust from the nebula in the sky.

Once again, two people appeared in her: one crackling with vigour, the other exuding obsidian viciousness, devouring each other like melting binary stars. Every time a shadow broke free from her body's restraints, a bolt of lightning drove it out of the ground. When the light shone her breathlessly, the shadow consumed it as fuel.

Her existential struggle continues until it takes on a soft feminine silhouette, in the shape of an obsidian glass sculpture. Slowly, her consciousness returned to her body, anchored forever to the host on the physical plane.

Gwen felt as if she was witnessing a tapestry of the universe, the interplay of Eros and Sanatos. From one to two, from two to three, and then from three, the universe came.

Gwen wakes up early in the morning, exhausted from insomnia. She lay on the bed, every bone in her body felt shattered, and she collapsed in a pool of salty sweat.

My God. Gwen closed her swollen eyes tightly. Did she cry? Her lips were chapped and her tongue was on fire, and she was in dire need of a glass of wine.

Painfully, as if lifting a dumbbell, she put one arm on her chest. Gwen spun out of bed in a dizzy weakness with a deliberately forced grunt. She slammed the carpet underneath and took a deep breath, giving her torso an electric shock with each gasp.

Is this the price of stupid and unwise training?, Gwen tried to recall her actions last night. Is it impossible to overcome talent with hard work?

Gwen stood against the bedside table, her trembling legs like wet pasta.

She checked her clock.

11:00 a.m.

"Damn," she cursed.

She was going to be late for her mother, worse than trying to move her injured body.

Gwen forced herself to take a shower, leaning against the cold tiles and letting the warm water run over her. The steam soothed her injured tendons and soothed the dryness of her throat.

When was the last time she cried?

Gwen herself doesn't remember any such moments of emotional vulnerability, at least ever since her family in the Old World went their own way.

But her young body is only 15 years old, which is a fragile, hormonal flesh biochemical structure being in puberty. She clearly felt the dissonance between her helpless psyche and her moody physique, making her young and old at the same time.

Gwen turned off the faucet.

Now, she has to go to see her other mother.

In a special place in her closet, all the gifts her mother gave her were placed. According to Helena's orders, whenever they meet, Gwen is supposed to publicly express her gratitude for her mother's "tender care".

A dazzling array of clothes lay out in front of you.

With her piercing gaze, she picked out a blue one-piece pleated skirt with a round French collar, and a pair of Mary Janice, which old Gwen had been polishing all the time. From another painting, Gwen opens a velvet package and retrieves a leather bag that she cannot afford.

This choice suits her skinny adolescent figure well. After combing her defiant hair and stroking her eyebrows and eyelashes, she flew down six flights of stairs, followed by the clattering of footsteps.

Gwen staggered out the door, noticing that her alter ego didn't like the feeling of her legs exposed, fearing that her long, well-proportioned limbs would attract unwanted attention. Now, however, she is indifferent to this immature sense of self. A woman's beauty is her own, and she can do whatever she wants.

The station is just a few minutes away from her residential area.

The loop from Fosterville to the city was much more crowded than Gwen had imagined, and by the time "Grand Central Station" drove past Redfin, it was already packed. Hypnotized by the lapping of train wheels against the tracks, she thought of her mother and how she would raise the question of her lacklustre, uncompetitive awakening, hoping not to expose herself in the process.

In this or that world, her relationship with her mother is chaotic at best. Gwen knew from experience that behind the appearance of their gracious monthly meetings and sleek, expensive dinners, she would live up to her mother's high expectations.

"Uh..."

Gwen let out a capricious moan of surprise from her lips. She quickly turned around and blocked the impatient crowd of passengers to hide her rosy face. The thought of Helena's cold face made her want to take a sip.

Grab a girl!Gwen controls her unruly teenage body. Is she so emotionally unstable?

“!”

Her contemplative introspection was interrupted by the touch of her thighs crawling, and goosebumps formed throughout her torso. Suddenly there was a terrible slimy sensation as a foreign appendage pressed against her hips.

Her immediate reaction was to freeze like a deer caught in a fireball, her body stiffening, paralyzing shock overwhelming all consciousness.

Gwen! Hold on!

Through the power of will, her extreme anger allowed her to regain some of her ability to act. The assault on her is an atrocity! She is violated and violated. She demanded that the criminals be expelled immediately!

Slowly, she turned her face away, allowing the full force of her heterochromatic hazel eyes to endure.

"Smack!"

The smell of ozone fills the air.

Involuntarily, the tension in her body disappeared. Gwen felt something unleashed, and a powerful flash of mana ignited the pipes of her body, accompanied by a vertiginous sensation of mana drain. A Tyrian purple current flowed along the metal doors of the carriage, crawling across the surface of the carriage like cracks in lightning. In the image above, the lumen bulb lit up several orders of magnitude, and then burst into bursts of sparks, spreading the mana it emitted throughout the cabin.

When the public display board began to screech, an alarm whistled through the carriage.

"The use of spells is forbidden on public transport. ”

"Violating the Transportation Security Act is a federal offense. ”

"Stay calm because the police will be on the scene right away. ”

"Don't move. A chirping female voice told the passengers.

A ring of clearing around Gwen. There was a whisper of suspicion among the passengers.

It's clear who that villain is. A young man sat on his buttocks, looking terrified, with Einstein's hair and a damp cloth on his trousers, and an electrical impulse made him immediately incontinent.

"Spare me," the criminal groaned. "I didn't mean to, I did...... It was an accident. ”

"Oh my God, did you see that?"

"A quasi-elemental mage!"

"What a hapless bastard..."

Someone joked, "It's like attacking a magical beast in public."

"Oh my God, I wish I could wake up like a quasi-elementist. One passenger sighed.

"I hope there will be no delays," a more pragmatic voice joined the first.

Underneath her, the young man whimpered.

"I don't know!" I didn't ......" the person who attacked her groveled.

Disgust aside, Gwen was just as shocked as her criminal.

What is that!?

Gwen tried to recall the last ten seconds.

The man's dirty paws touched her ass, and sparks flew around. Gwen quickly searched in her body and felt powerless. There is no doubt that she invoked something, but how did she do it?!

The other side of the carriage slid away, and the crowd formed a path for the officers present to enter. Their uniforms show that they are the mages of the railway company, both conductors and guards.

"Alright, get out," the officer in Navy uniform ordered. "Who cast the lightning spell?"

When they saw the crowd circling around Gwen, they didn't believe it.

One of them gave him a hat. "Can someone tell me what's going on here?"

More than a dozen voices spoke at the same time, and the two officers took note of the consensus.

"Do you have anything to say?" one of them interrogated the criminal, who had already taken the matter to heart.

"That'...... It was an ......accident," the young man insisted.

"Nope. The senior officer pinched the bridge of his nose. "You'd better be sure of what you're talking about, because there are two reasons. One, you just attacked a mage, and two ......"

He turned to Gwen.

"Miss, we need your student ID. ”

"Yes," Gwen replied dignifiedly, pulling her ID from her handbag.

"Second, you assaulted a minor. ”

The man's face was pale and dripping.

“...... In other words, no matter what kind of infringement it is, we have the right to use psychic magic on you. The officer smirked and said, "So, no, what could that be?"

"I tried to touch her inappropriately......" her criminal confessed, giving in like a bag of water-soaked ramen.

"So now. The officers noticed the other party's confirmation and then politely turned to Gwen.

"Miss, please show your ID...... You don't have much trouble, but it's still a crime to use spells on the public transport system. ”

Gwen recognized the officer's pause as the man's orders were maneuvering. In addition to the hassle that comes with being charged with a public offense, there is a record that will make her poor academic performance.

As she pondered her next move, Gwen felt a breeze blow through her legs. Her alter ego would shed tears, but Gwen wasn't the cowering violet. Men, especially those in power, respond very well to vulnerability.

"I'm sorry. Gwen made herself a little smaller and leaned against the door panel, which accentuated her long white legs. She looked up, her lowered eyes filled with pain.

"I didn't know anyone was going to catch me...... That one...... Tusi ...... "She chose a younger word. After all, she was only fifteen years old. "I'm so scared...... I'm out of control, I'm not very good at spelling...... I woke up yesterday ......"

The faces of the officers were full of sympathy and sympathy.

This poor girl!

Such a cute little thing!Giving her a record would surely ruin her life - all because of this scum-sucking name!Some human garbage is no better than fodder for goblins!

"Miss, we're going to make a record. "The senior of the two seems to have made up his mind. "There will be no charge. Anyone can tell that this was a real accident. ”

When Gwen put her hands to her chest and felt her heart beating, she was no longer acting. The mind is capable, but the body is not enough.

"Thank you," she replied sweetly, her face shining with happiness.

Ah, the crowd cooed. The assemblers in the carriage nodded in satisfaction. Justice has been revealed. This event will make for a pleasant lunch conversation accompanied by crushed avocados.

When the train stopped at Grand Central Station, the police noted down Gwen's details.

Gwen called them for a day, and then realized in fear that she must be late for the appointment now. Leaving Central, she began to sprint. Everywhere she went, she clicked and turned her head. Gwen soon arrived at Sheraton on the edge of the park, where her mother was no doubt about to burn down the hotel.

"Ma'am?" a servant watched with admiration as Gwen gasped.

Gwen brushed her hair and followed the servant into the café. She didn't have to look for her mother. Helena Huang always occupies the most prominent position.

Helena sat at the bar, wearing a tight-fitting dress, ridiculously hugging her curvy body. Her mother was tall and exuberant, but she was able to provoke her plump flesh sensually like some women. Even indoors, she wears classic brown Gucci (Gucc) sunglasses that cover her face, framed by a large stack of cascading black rings. Her sheared legs reveal a toned shape, her tanned thighs still soft and tight, and her boobs squeezed into an intrusive cleavage that attracts the sneaky glances of the men and women in the room.

"I'm sorry, I'm late!" Gwen announced in a particularly sweet voice, her lips reflexively slipping out.

Helena rotated in such a way that it seemed like there was a camera somewhere.

Her mother took off her sunglasses, and her shaggy hair flashed to reveal dark eyeliner, and her thick eyelashes outlined a pair of vivid eyes.

"My dear Genevale," her mother chanted in her sickly, rich voice, full of hope for something exciting. Gwen's real name is the same, but her mother wants it to be something more "cultural," as she puts it.

Across the floor, the sensual woman embraces her soft daughter, forming an enviable arch of femininity. In the Sheraton Hyde Park's premium tea room, a blooming maiden, a loving mother, and a backdrop of flowers and desserts – that was Helena's perfect world.

Despite being an hour late, the foreman arranged a free table for the two, at which point the mother and daughter sat down to eat cakes, cups, and ice cubes.

Watching her mother leave a perfect lip print on the porcelain, Gwen's heart ached. High tea is a rare treat, though now, even the royal earl Grey twisted her stomach. Gwen managed to bring a strawberry shortbread to her lips and failed to swallow the spicy dessert, so she chose to tell the truth.

"So......" she coughed politely behind a napkin, "I took an aptitude test yesterday and I'm a person who arouses people." ”

Her mother's hazel eyes were two balls of amber ice.

"It's wonderful, darling," said her mother nonchalantly. They say that the worst form of neglect is not disgust, but cessation of caregiving. "And then?"

"It's just...... Evoke memories. Gwen wanted to look, but her body didn't dare look her mother in the eye. Helena's iris is more striking than Gwen's, a rare green with concentric yellow rings that give the terrifying impression of a tiger chick staring at her prey.

"I ...... I see. Her mom smiled, but it was a smile with teeth.

They drank tea in silence.

Gwen wondered what was going on in her other mother's head. She knew that her mother's family was very wealthy in Sydney. Helena's brother and wife are both mediocre mages, but both are opportunistic real estate agents. Their son, Richard, attended Prince's College, Sydney's premier private school of magic, as a water magician. Gwen's widowed grandfather was once a famous magician, although he is now dangerously old.

Helena must have been hopeful that Gwen would give her something to brag about for her brother, but that daydream is now dead.

"Mom, I was touched by a man on the train," Gwen said suddenly, the words blurting out from her mouth as if she had a thought of her own. "I managed to lift the spell..."

"It's too late," her mother interjected suddenly.

"Mom..."

"Gwen. "It's late. Helena repeated, with rime coldness in her tone.

When Gwen regains control of her body and tries to redeem some dignity, her mother's expression changes. Does Helena think she's lying to vent her anger? Want to get a pitiful score? Not even her original mother is so bad!

She wants to scream.

Her body was cramping.

"Next time?" Gwen heard her own scream, her entrails making a pretzel.

Oh my God, I'm a mature woman... Her face flushed with frustration and sadness. What did Helena do to the poor girl? The Pavlovian reactions of her teenage body were beyond Gwen's control.

"I'll call. Her mother replied that her eyes were already in another place goodbye. ”

When Gwen arrives at Hyde Park, she has the urge to take off her expensive clothes and give the Chanel bag to the nearest homeless man. She wanted to cry, and God knows she needed a good scream and howl. The soft fabric of her expensive outfit irritates her skin. Standing under the iconic cypress trees that line the World War I memorial, she tries to recall that she was controlled by logic and psychosis.

The struggle proved futile.

She was shaking uncontrollably, and she wanted to vomit.

Something indescribable emerged from the depths of her dark psyche.

"Brug!"

The high tea came up, accompanied by a burst of mana resonance in her astral form. A feeling of self-pity overwhelmed her, like an inexplicable path of hunger through her body. A diversion of dark energy, visible only at the visual edges, enveloped her surroundings. The lush lawn beneath her feet began to be cut through by the frayed cypress trunks, cutting grooves in the golden flesh.

The effect seemed to last only a second, but her vitality was exhausted to the point of immeasurable. Her world began to spin, and she leaned against the cypress tree, crumbling into a heap on the dead roots.

Gwen fidgeted, her body burning from joint pain and tenderness. She was shivering in her sweaty miniskirt.

Am I unconscious in a public place in the city center?!Gwen was amazed at her inopportune seizures. She's so lucky she wasn't attacked, or worse!

Instinctively, she touched her bag, which was a very expensive bag, close to one of her mother's handbags.

Naturally, it found a better and more savvy owner.

Now she wants to cry, not for her alter ego. This desperation is her own, and she tries to come to terms with the successive bad events that seem to pile up endlessly. First, she woke up and became garbage. She was then harassed on the train. Now she is unconscious and robbed. Maybe she'll be touched on the way back too, completing the fucking four-factor.

Gwen felt that there would be no shame if she were crying here now, and that she should have a little emotional bloodletting, adult woman or something.

Not to mention that she was indeed bleeding.

Her message device, her "phone" is gone, and her cash is gone.

Thankfully, she still has her ID card, currency card, and train ticket in her skirt pocket.

Gwen stared blankly at the smashed tree in front of her, a bastard destroying the park. Nothing in the world is sacred.

She looked around blankly.

It's just her second day, and she's already able to cope with an overdose of Celex and Paspa washing down with Don Giulio's double shots.

Her clothes were dirty, her shoes were dusty, and her leather was frayed. Her exposed thighs were covered in goosebumps and she wasn't ready to face the cool twilight. She fainted from her injured knee.

She just wanted to go home. She had her ticket, and now it was enough.

She stumbled to her feet, her hands brushing her clothes. It needs to be dry cleaned. More money, more expenses, she can't afford.

Like blood, her mood was one of rusty, oozing melancholy.

I think that's why people kill themselves, Gwen thought to herself as she watched the train come into the station. What a fucking day.

She stopped in front of a police box in Central and made a report. She left her father's message symbol for the officers, and stumbled towards the platform in South Sydney.

On the train, she leaned against the glass of the double doors, and that was exactly what she looked like. Her stained clothes and new scars on her knees must have completely captured the imagination of her traveling companions.

By the time Forresterville turned around, she had politely explained to a few Samaritans that she was all right and was now going home. In Redfin, she had threatened to call the railroad company's guards when a well-paid man thought she was homeless and wanted to know how much she would be paying each night.

When she finally opened the door to her apartment, feeling like she was back in Eagleless Mordo, she was struck down by her father's look of surprise.

"I got a call from the police......" he began, but Morey's face wasn't worried. It had a guilty expression, like a child caught red-handed. She's rude, Gwen knows, but she's too mentally and physically exhausted to deal with her father right now. She pushed Moyer away and headed towards the kitchen, where there was a medicine box.

"Hey, go to your room......"

Gwen looked at her father.

A woman shouted from the kitchen.

"Moyer, is everything alright?" was a voice she had never heard before. Gwen is very good at talking.

Fucked!Gwen heard her own inner scream. Fucked!

She's moving out next week, but this damn thing.

This selfish bastard!

Wouldn't waiting five days before having sex with a woman in the living room kill her dad?where the fuck is Percy?why didn't he say anything??

Instead of doing the laundry and not caring anymore, Gwen stumbles into her room while her father angrily orders her to stay. The door slammed shut, and she locked it behind her.

What the fucking miracle will happen tomorrow?, Gwen thought bitterly. Her body hit the bed, and her mind went dark.