Thirty points. She had only gotten 30 points for winning the competition. 15 for cooking the meal herself and 15 for winning.
It wasn't much compared to the massive five thousand she still needed to seal the bond permanently, but Thalina didn't care—she had won.
And more than that, she had finally gotten the book to agree.
She had begged, pleaded, bartered with every ounce of desperation she had.
Even if it wasn't the full mind-merging process, even if she still had a long way to go—she had asked for just a little. A small loophole.
Something locked to her mind.
Something she could carry with her everywhere.
And to her shock…
The book had agreed.
But, of course—
There was never free lunch.
The catch?
Her tasks would become more serious.
The difficulty? Cranked up.
And the worst part—there would almost always be a time limit.
Which meant she had no idea when the next task would drop—or how brutal it would be.
But that didn't matter right now.
