"I don't really need it. Honestly, I'm not that fond of singing," Xanthia admitted truthfully.

  "Huh? But you seem really serious about practicing, and your progress is impressive. Plus, you seem to enjoy it," Dionysius said, puzzled.

  "Even though I'm not particurly fond of it, having diverse skills can't hurt. It’s good to be prepared for the worst. If I ever end up broke and on the streets, singing might be my only way to make a living," Xanthia replied, half-joking but with a hint of seriousness.

  "As long as I'm around, that day will never come! I'll take care of you, Xanthia," Dionysius decred confidently, his tone sincere.

  "You? You're just a high school student still relying on your familia. Don’t talk big. I might even start earning money before you," Xanthia teased with a sly smile. In today’s world, a determined girl had far more opportunities than most men.

  "I can’t help it. High school is too restrictive. But things will improve once I’m in tertiary," Dionysius said, trying to sound composed.

  What he didn’t tell Xanthia was that within the Papadopoulos familia, the third generation often scked off in academics. In contrast, he was the exception. As long as he performed well on his tertiary entrance exams, he would bring honor to the familia. His grandfather would undoubtedly reward him generously for his efforts.

  This was why Dionysius focused on his studies in high school, working hard to secure the startup capital he needed for tertiary education. His pn was to prove himself step by step and eventually take control of the Papadopoulos familia.

  Of course, his aspirations were naive and idealistic, limited by his youthful perspective and ck of independence.

  "Yeah, yeah, I believe you," Xanthia replied dismissively, though her tone was ced with humor.

  "In the future, I’ll hire the best music producer to write songs just for you!" Dionysius promised again, determined.

  "I’ve already told you—I don’t need that. I can write songs myself," Xanthia joked lightly. After all, with her system, why would she need someone else to compose songs for her?

  Dionysius was left speechless, silently grumbling to himself about his sister. It was as ridiculous as learning dance moves from a video game machine.

  Sister, why are you so ordinary yet so confident? he thought to himself.

  And so, their conversation during this holiday came to a close, but their contact through Synomilia Social continued.

  Naturally, it was Dionysius who always initiated the interactions. He frequently shared updates and photos, even sending live videos during events like the Autumn Banquet hosted by the Papadopoulos familia.

  He treated Xanthia as his confidante, often venting about his cousins and siblings. His exceptional qualities were starting to earn him increasing recognition from their grandfather, but this also drew hostility from other third-generation members of the familia.

  Xanthia, however, had a tendency to discard people like old tools once they outlived their usefulness. But "little brother Dionysius" was a promising and obedient tool—one she could exploit freely. So, she continued to indulge him, bancing the warmth of an older sister with the attentiveness of a younger one.

  Dionysius, blissfully unaware of her true intentions, felt a deep bond with Xanthia. He saw her as his close sister, believing their connection was unshakable. When I succeed in the future, I’ll shower my sister with everything she deserves, he thought earnestly.

  Meanwhile, Xanthia had long shifted her focus to exploring her newfound abilities.

  For her, the most exhirating moments came from unlocking new attributes or gaining access to new gamepy features. She decided to try out her Level 2 dance attribute first. While it wasn’t professional-level, it pced her well above the level of amateur enthusiasts.

  She opened Metube and browsed the dance section, watching performances from various creators. What delighted her most was realizing that these dances were well within her reach.

  Following along with one video, she activated her Level 2 dance attribute. Instantly, she felt in complete control. Her movements were fluid and precise, perfectly in sync with the rhythm and cadence of the music.

  So, this is what Level 2 feels like, she thought in awe. How incredible!

  Her happiness surged. I’m only missing stockings, and a high-slit skirt to rival those trending dance creators... she mused. Clearly, she needed to elevate her game.

  Feeling pyful, she decided to reward herself. From her beginner’s package, she selected a JK uniform and over-the-knee socks. With her current charm level, she could equip this outfit easily.

  Her small apartment didn’t have much space, but the full-length mirror was enough for her needs. She began changing into the outfit, pausing to admire her reflection.

  Though she had occasionally appreciated her own naked form, she admitted her slender frame looked better in clothing. To increase her satisfaction with her bare figure in the future, she resolved to work on her physique.

  Still, her legs were fwless—fair and perfectly proportioned. They deserved the honor of bck stockings. She slipped them on, marveling at how they accentuated her "thigh supremacy."

  She completed the look with a pure white shirt and pleated skirt. The JK uniform wasn’t a sailor suit but a Western-style design with a bow tie at the colr.

  "Wow, this purple-quality outfit from the system feels amazing—so breathable and comfortable! I can’t wait to unlock golden-quality items in the future," Xanthia murmured to herself.

  The final touch was the over-the-knee socks. If only I had a clone, she mused, one to dress me and another to admire the result.

  Fully dressed, Xanthia gazed at herself in the mirror. The outfit transformed her into the epitome of a pure, beautiful high school girl—a sight almost too tempting.

  Maybe the only fw is my chest... she thought critically. Her modest figure detracted slightly from the appeal of the white shirt. If I were just a little more endowed—nothing too much, maybe a ‘B’—it would be perfect.

  Feeling satisfied with her preparations, she decided to reward herself further. She began dancing in front of the mirror, admiring her movements. Her pose, bance, and rhythm were all impeccable, her gaze both assertive and enticing.

  There’s nothing wrong with this. Nothing at all! she thought with a mischievous smile.

  And, of course, she reached for her phone to take a few selfies.