Rebirth of an Idle Noblewoman || LK Adaptation

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑿𝑰

Jungkook wiped his hands and handed the towel to Mrs. Zhang, before turning towards Lisa slowly. His eyebrows were very long and slightly curved upwards, and his cold gaze made it hard to maintain eye contact with him. At this moment, one could see the light of rippling water in his eyes that made his eyes even more alluring.

“You go upstairs first and stay. No need to worry about your family.” He knew this was somewhat inappropriate, but he was too worried about placing her in the hands of the Manoban family again. She didn’t have anyone to fetch her home after school, and for even servants to look at her with contempt, who knows how much she had suffered in the walls of the glamorous manor. To top everything off, this was continued acting like nothing was wrong.

It was fine if he didn’t see all of it, but he did, and not only once.

Right now, the thin and frail girl was standing there in front of him. Did she even weigh seventy pounds?

Jungkook frowned unconsciously.

Lisa touched her nose sheepishly and seemed to want to speak up before she was stopped by Jungkook. “Go place your things upstairs, it’s the same room. Mrs. Zhang has been cleaning it up daily.”

Ah, so she couldn’t refuse? Lisa rubbed her head gently as she walked upstairs.

She ate a lot that night, but not because she had a great appetite, but because Mrs. Zhang cooked up a pot of nutritional soup just for her. Under Jungkook’s oppressive gaze, she drank three bowls of soup before she was completely stuffed.

She had a lot of daily missions to attend to—Practicing her writing, working out, and even taking the time to learn Chinese painting and oil painting too.

There was no difference between day and night in the virtual space.

Lisa sat there in the endless void with a rectangular wooden table in front of her. She held the calligraphy brush with three fingers and wrote slowly, not daring to slack off even if it were a simple horizontal stroke.

Her brushstroke was extremely smooth and fluid, and when she pulled in the stroke she pressed brush down slightly, before lifting and retracting her stroke.

Even though she wrote slowly, she never rested until the system spirit’s voice rang out, putting down the calligraphy brush on the table and closing her eyes to get a moment’s rest. Then, the calligraphy materials disappeared, replaced by oil paints, an easel, and a canvas.

“System, you don’t need to remind me about the time. I want to practice my oil painting, it’s been quite a while.”

[Alright, but please remember to rest.]

The system had been worried that its host wouldn’t be hardworking enough, but after a week of contact, it was worried that she was working too hard. It had told her to have enough rest, but she always held out until her mental power broke down from overuse.

Every time she came out as pale as a sheet, it made the system spirit feel guilty, but if Lisa didn’t work hard, how could she handle the final mission?

So in the end, it didn’t speak up.

After she finished her daily missions, she rested for a while in the virtual space before flipping open an old, weathered book that the system had given her. The book started with a sentence that was difficult to understand: “No spouting from the three outer treasures (ears, eyes, mouth), inner three treasures are self-contained, and only then shall the heavenly comprehension begin. Xiantian inhales one strand of natural energy and absorbs it…”

“I’ve seen many old scrolls, but I’ve never seen one that was so hard to understand.” Lisa threw the book to one side and rubbed her temples.