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When it came to wind abilities, people tended to sharpen them—turning them into blades to cut down opponents.
Yuna played with the small current of wind swirling in her palm.
For wind, she didn't want to give it any form. Wind was formless, and she wanted to stay true to that. It had always been that way. Having read countless novels, Yuna had developed her own understanding—her own epiphanies. As a reader, her imagination had always been limitless.
The elemental book stated that giving an element form was important. But not all elements could be confined to a single interpretation. Yuna was smart enough not to follow a book word for word. It had been written by humans, after all—based on their own understanding. Even machines made errors, let alone people. And even if it wasn't wrong, it was still just their interpretation.
Yuna had her own.
Each to their own, darling—each to their own.
Until proven otherwise, Yuna stuck to her own ideals. Stubborn, rarely indecisive. Of course, that stubbornness stemmed from something far less admirable—she was too lazy to start over and learn a different method. Even if her approach was inefficient, she had already invested too much effort into it. Changing paths now would require a level of patience she simply did not possess.
Fortunately, Yuna had a habit of finding easier methods within her chosen path, so things worked out… most of the time.
Her fire control had already reached the point where it could melt metal. More accurately, after successfully reforming her plate, her control over heat had improved by leaps and bounds.
Since she had achieved her desired level with fire, it was time to focus on other elements.
Fire had been her first choice for a reason—it was offensive, reliable, and perfect for self-protection. But the next element she wanted to master was the one she desired the most:
Wind—the greatest support among elements.
She wanted to fly.
To soar freely in the sky like Superman.
It was every child's dream. And adulthood didn't diminish it—it only made it worse. Adults had places to go, responsibilities to attend to. Who wouldn't want to simply take to the skies and travel effortlessly?
Yuna hadn't chased that dream immediately after transmigrating. This was another world—a dangerous one. Even in her occasional absent-mindedness, she knew better than to take a fantasy world lightly. That was why she prioritized mastering a destructive element first.
A decision she remained deeply grateful for—especially when she recalled the first person she had killed.
Perhaps because she had already experienced immense pain and brushed against death due to the dimension stone, Yuna's mentality had grown more stable. Her first act of killing didn't haunt her as much as she had expected.
For that, she felt relief.
"Since wind is formless…"
Then she wouldn't give it form.
Not yet.
Maybe someday, she would shape it into something that still embodied its nature. But for now, she lacked the necessary understanding—an epiphany of what wind truly represented.
There was also that saying:
• Wind represents freedom
But freedom was too abstract. It had no fixed definition. Everyone viewed it differently. So Yuna set that idea aside—for now.
Perhaps when she understood freedom, she would return to it.
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Yuna lay down in the meadow, far from town. Lush greenery stretched in all directions, and gentle winds brushed against her skin. It was the perfect picnic spot.
She raised her hand, feeling the breeze.
Closing her eyes, she guided the wind within her body, adjusting her breathing and posture to match the flow of the air—gentle, calm, and unrestrained.
She didn't control the wind around her. Instead, she guided it softly, letting it lift her body.
The first few attempts were… embarrassing.
She wobbled mid-air, nearly face-planting into the ground more than once. Thankfully, her elemental control was strong enough to save her from complete humiliation.
Even so, her floating remained unstable.
"…follow the wind… follow its direction."
She repeated the words, resisting the urge to impose structure onto the formless element.
Feeling the natural wind's flow, Yuna loosened her control and allowed her own wind to align with it.
Gradually, the shaking stopped.
Her body steadied.
Her tense nerves relaxed.
Little by little, she began to understand—how to move with the wind instead of against it.
She drifted aimlessly, suspended in the air, savoring the imperfect yet exhilarating sensation of flight.
"I should practice this every day."
Her voice carried a rare hint of excitement.
Even flawed flight was still flight.
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After practicing for a long time, Yuna finally stopped and lay back on the ground.
"I'm hungry… as if."
She pursed her lips, her mood complicated.
A week after her master left, Yuna had discovered something horrifying:
Her body had changed.
The first change:
• Loss of hunger
Her body was saturated with elemental energy—even her bloodstream carried it. The elements she absorbed compensated for any nutritional needs.
It was like cultivators who, after reaching a certain level, no longer required food.
Food had become… unnecessary.
Worse—
It had become rejected.
The second change:
• No need for excretion
Her body no longer required basic human functions like urination or defecation.
If she forced herself to eat, the food wouldn't be processed normally. Instead, within an hour, it would break down into something her body rejected—expelled as blood.
What was even the point of her intestines now???
While she didn't miss the inconvenience of bodily functions, something far more tragic haunted her—
She could no longer enjoy food.
At night, Yuna would lie under her blanket and shed silent tears.
(个_个)
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The third change…
She didn't quite know how to feel about it.
Yuna had always been reasonably pretty. Not breathtaking, not the kind of beauty that turned heads instantly—but pleasant.
Her current appearance was about ninety percent identical to her original self: black hair, black eyes, and nothing overly striking.
Subtle.
The kind of face that blended into a crowd.
And she preferred it that way.
Being too beautiful often meant becoming important—or worse, becoming the protagonist.
So, not too beautiful is fine.....as if.
Who wouldn't want to be beautiful?? Who? Who?
Yuna looked down at her skin.
It was pale.
Not just pale—unnaturally pale.
So pale it looked powdered. Her blue veins were faintly visible beneath her skin, giving her an almost translucent appearance.
With her ghostly complexion, dark hair, and black eyes…
Did she look like a ghost?
Or worse—a Chinese hopping zombie?
So much for blending in.
Now people wouldn't stare because she was beautiful—
They'd stare because she looked haunting.
Letting out a long sigh, Yuna turned and walked back toward her house.
She understood now.
She was truly an unloved bystander.
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