Is It Going to Be Revived Again

But this still seems a bit too skill-dependent. After some calculations, Ye Chuan realized the effect wasn’t as strong as he had imagined.

Weak enemies didn’t require him to activate his "Void Form," and against powerful foes where he would need it, he might not be able to guarantee Lan Xiaoke’s safety.

It was a decent ability, but not as overpowered as he’d hoped.

Still, if the enemy lacked intel, he could have Lan Xiaoke hide somewhere while he went all out with unlimited Void Form—now that was a broken tactic.

"I’ll have to keep this move under wraps. Can’t let anyone else find out."

After some back-and-forth, today’s training yielded yet another tiny improvement.

"Ye Chuan." Bai Qianshuang suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

"What’s up?"

"Xiaoke doesn’t have enough clothes. Should we buy her some?" Bai Qianshuang suggested.

"Ah, right." Ye Chuan glanced at Lan Xiaoke nearby. The girl was still wearing the same JK uniform she’d worn for photos—her only outfit. Back when she was a ghost, she could materialize clothes at will, so this had never been an issue.

But judging by Lan Xiaoke’s clueless, ditzy expression, she clearly hadn’t even noticed. She couldn’t just wear the same outfit for days on end, could she?

"Then again, I wouldn’t put it past her."

"Xiaoke." Bai Qianshuang called out.

The white-haired girl, sprawled on the sofa, popped her head up. "Hm?"

"How about we get you some new clothes?" Bai Qianshuang paused. "I’ve got a bit of money left."

"Buy me clothes? No need!" Lan Xiaoke sat upright, but then it hit her. She smacked her fist into her palm. "Ohhh, right! I can’t magic up clothes anymore!"

"You just realized that?"

"Perfect timing. We haven’t gone out much lately—let’s hit the streets," Ye Chuan said.

"Shopping… and food!" Lan Xiaoke immediately shot up, fists raised in excitement, practically ready to roll around. "Yesss!"

Of course, food was all she could think about. She already had a soft, plush figure—her thighs slightly squeezed by the stockings, her curves generous—but it wasn’t "chubby." More like a fluffy marshmallow, perfectly proportioned.

"Let’s go." Ye Chuan pulled out his phone, initially planning to invite Luo Xi along, but she had prior commitments today—some volunteer work at an orphanage for children affected by monster attacks.

"Luo Xi isn’t coming?" Bai Qianshuang asked.

"She’s busy today. Visiting kids at the welfare center," Ye Chuan replied after checking his messages. Lately, Luo Xi had been swamped; otherwise, she’d occasionally drop by to cook lunch.

"I see."

Bai Qianshuang enjoyed shopping with Luo Xi, but she didn’t press further, just sighed lightly.

"Go go go!" Lan Xiaoke was already bouncing toward the door—only to freeze at the entryway, realizing she didn’t own a single pair of shoes.

"……"

"What’s wrong?" Ye Chuan asked, noticing her awkwardly lifting one foot.

"I… don’t have shoes."

"Ah. Right. Well, I’ll carry you out, then."

Lan Xiaoke instantly latched onto him like a koala, arms tight around his neck.

"You just believe me when I say I’ll carry you?" Ye Chuan side-eyed her, feeling the soft weight in his arms.

"Y-You lied?!" The white-haired girl gasped, tilting her head back in exaggerated shock.

Ye Chuan bonked her lightly with a karate chop. "What do you think?"

Meanwhile, Bai Qianshuang pulled a pair of shoes from the cabinet. "I bought extras last time. Try these, Xiaoke."

Lan Xiaoke took the low heels but wobbled like a newborn deer after two steps. "Too tight…"

Seconds later, she slumped against the wall in defeat, her entire aura drained to grayscale.

"C-Can’t walk… You guys go without me."

Ye Chuan: "……"

He vanished on the spot. About a minute later, he reappeared at the door, holding a shopping bag.

"Try these." He pulled out a pair of flats—freshly bought from the clothing store next door.

"You went out to get these?"

"Duh."

Lan Xiaoke shuffled over, unwrapped them (a roomy, rounded-toe design, noticeably larger than Bai Qianshuang’s), and slipped them on.

"Fits perfect!" She took a few steps—stable, comfortable. Paired with her JK outfit, she really did look like a student.

"I’m alive again, woohoo!" She struck a pose, hands on hips, chest proudly out.

"Sure, ‘alive’—more like an old lady cosplaying," Ye Chuan teased.

"Excuse me?! I died at eighteen! I’m still eighteen!" Lan Xiaoke flailed indignantly, rolling on the floor—until she smacked into a cabinet corner. "Ow!"

"You okay?" Bai Qianshuang bent down, hands on knees.

"I’m fine… sniff…"

After much fuss, Ye Chuan finally herded the two outside.

"Out! Out! Out!" Lan Xiaoke was ecstatic from the first step—hopping between pavement tiles, playing hopscotch with shadows, as if rediscovering the joy of being alive.

"Xiaoke’s really happy," Bai Qianshuang murmured, walking beside Ye Chuan.

"Being resurrected beats being a ghost, huh?" he said.

"Mn." Bai Qianshuang nodded. "Just being alive is enough…"

A brief silence. Then, softly: "A peaceful life is already a blessing."

"Yeah." Sensing her mood, Ye Chuan reached for her hand.

"Thank you."

"Aren’t we partners?" He smiled. "Lean on me more."

Bai Qianshuang’s eyes shimmered. She pressed closer, nodding lightly.

"Hurry up, you two! C’mon!" Lan Xiaoke, now far ahead, turned and waved impatiently.

"Slow down," Ye Chuan laughed. "Watch out for cars."

"I’m fiiine—WAH?!"

A sedan rounded the corner—and sent her flying.

The girl tumbled through the air, spinning three and a half times, before landing motionless.

Ye Chuan: "……"

Time for another resurrection?