This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1209: Divine Game, Divine Instruction 23

When BS Rita sat down and hugged her desk, deciding not to join the training session today, Dawn Cicada immediately questioned her: "What did you leave behind? Are you provoking Deceitful Bloom?"

Nivalis, sitting at the door eating breakfast, asked, "Do you want to see it?"

Dawn Cicada: "Yes!"

Nivalis reached into her stomach, pulled out a cushion embroidered with a half-body portrait of Deceitful Bloom, and held it high: "Tada~"

It was only shown for a moment before being pulled back into the space.

The moment the cushion appeared, two hands reached out to grab it—one from Foolishness, and the other from Dawn Cicada.

Nivalis grinned: "I knew it. Good thing I grabbed it quickly."

Rita was about to speak but held back. Sure enough, she saw Foolishness raise her hand, and the cushion that had just been pulled into the space by Nivalis popped back out, as if flipped backward, and jumped into Foolishness’s hands on its own.

Foolishness examined the cushion, turning it over a few times before smiling and putting it away. "Things unrelated to class, I won’t accept."

Before Nivalis could protest, Foolishness tossed a small toy into Nivalis’s dragon claws. "Here, play with this."

Nivalis was instantly appeased. After all, once she got back, Snow Pile could always make a few more of those cushions.

Rita hugged her desk and said to Foolishness, "I’m not feeling well today, so I won’t be attending the training..."

She figured that whether it was Mistblade or Ash Cinders, she could always find them later. After the game ended, she could drag them into training every day. She might as well stay here and continue solidifying her knowledge and refining her skills in magic rune combinations.

Foolishness didn’t persuade or rush her; she just turned and walked out, leaving one sentence: "Today’s training is about learning new skills—skill synthesis."

Her voice grew more distant but was still clear.

"You all can start trying to recombine two complete skill runes, but during skill synthesis, the magic elements will be in a highly unstable state, and the runes will become ambiguous. There’s a flower in Deceitful Bloom’s place that can help stabilize the magic elements and reduce the chances of ambiguity in the runes."

Just as Foolishness finished her sentence, the scent of Flower Crown Murder swept up behind her.

Nivalis’s soft voice reached Foolishness’s ears: "What about the cushion?"

BS Rita responded loudly: "What cushion? Speak properly, that’s a pillow!"

Dawn Cicada’s voice, still laced with cold anger, followed: "I hope you can be this confident in front of Deceitful Bloom."

Tiger Ear Kessa commented: "The moment you step onto Flower Island, you’ll get strung up and beaten."

Fury Prayer: "I bet 10,000 honor points that Deceitful Bloom won’t do it. They, the Vineborne, just like to do the opposite of what they feel."

Dawn Cicada: "Still talking smack?!"

Foolishness silently nodded to herself, thinking, That’s right.

In reality, Rita also believed she’d be strung up the moment she stepped onto the island, but once she actually arrived, she felt it might be better to just get it over with and be beaten.

When they arrived on the island, Sea Pony, dressed in a suit, gave a slight bow, holding a sign that read "Welcome, honored guests." The sign was too long, so it was split into two pieces, and Sea Pony kept swapping them.

As before, Deceitful Bloom appeared with her students. She glanced at Foolishness’s group with a neutral expression, but BS Rita didn’t stay in the back. She stood at the very front, pressed tightly against Foolishness, causing Foolishness to lean slightly to one side.

Deceitful Bloom gave a fake smile: "What an honor, we’ve finally been waiting for you... all of you!"

Her tone was gentle and composed, but everyone could hear the gritted teeth behind it.

Foolishness: "I heard you added some new furniture here."

Rita: "...Such venomous small talk!"

Deceitful Bloom genuinely smiled for a brief moment and then snapped her fingers. From both sides of the flower field, one after another, small dolls appeared.

The dolls, about the size of one hand, were modeled after BS Rita, perfectly replicating her from the Vine down to the small golden rain curtain above her head.

Rita immediately knew this was trouble. She noticed the other players standing behind Deceitful Bloom were looking at her with pity.

Then, all the dolls simultaneously grasped their heads and began shaking them while chanting, "I’m not wrong." With every chant, the rain curtain above their heads grew larger, pouring water into the flower field below.

Amid the incessant "I’m not wrong" chants, Deceitful Bloom chuckled, "It’s a watering device. It’s helped me a lot."

Rita: "..."

Foolishness was the first to step forward and commented, "It looks smart, but it’s a bit noisy."

Deceitful Bloom and Foolishness walked side by side toward the island interior.

"Really? I find it quite pleasant."

"Can I get one?"

"Of course. Your students can take one with them when they leave."

Rita crossed her arms and covered her face. Ash Cinders came over and patted her: "It’s not so bad, right?"

Mistblade pushed her forward: "You’ll get used to it. We’ve been hearing it for days."

Rita fumed, "She’s a god, acting so childish. Is this appropriate?!"

She looked to the other players, trying to find some validation, but just as she did, she locked eyes with Dawn Cicada, who was giving her a disapproving look.

Dawn Cicada said seriously, "This is your honor."

Rita almost choked on her words: "You think I don’t see you enjoying this?!"

BS Crab, walking beside them, said, "After Sea Pony delivers that... pillow, she can only say three words a day now."

Rita patted her own shoulder, addressing Sea Pony: "BS remembers you."

Sea Pony, with a determined look, patted her own shoulder and pointed at BS Rita, her gaze clearly conveying: Next time there’s a prank like this, come find me.

Rita walked on, feeling more numb. The water-spouting dolls were everywhere in the flower field, and by the time she saw the familiar Flower Crown Murder field, her mood had calmed. She smiled at the players around her and said, "The gods are using my merchandise, what excuse do you have for not working hard?"

As she said this, the expressions of the players from Deceitful Bloom’s side grew subtly strange.

Rita held her heart and said, "Go on, what other surprises are in store for me?"

After a few steps, she found the answer: the same familiar table and chairs, but each stool had a cushion with a half-body portrait of herself on it.

She gave Deceitful Bloom a butt cushion, and Deceitful Bloom returned ten.

No, not just ten, because there was also one on Foolishness’s seat.

When Rita looked over, she saw Deceitful Bloom sit down, leaning back, her back pressing against the cushion that depicted herself.

For a moment, Rita strangely felt relieved: At least Deceitful Bloom has some boundaries. She didn’t truly treat me like a cushion...

But the next second, Rita’s eyes widened in horror.

Because, as Foolishness approached her seat, she took out a Deceitful Bloom cushion and placed it on the chair. With an extraordinarily casual motion, she gave it a few firm pats, then sat down, right under Deceitful Bloom’s watchful eyes.