Then she looked at the matchbox placed on the table.
With a single thought,
the matchbox sprouted two tiny pitch-black legs and arms and abruptly lept up.
It then moved to the front of the table, lifted its lid, and pulled out a similarly black match, sliding it across its own body with a "schh~" sound.
Instantly, a tuft of black flame burst out.
It then lit the desk lamp, bowed to Miaomiao, and jumped back to its original position, retracting its limbs.
Staring at the black flame on the oil, Miaomiao was momentarily stunned.
'Do I really possess Awakening Abilities now?'
'Have I really become an Awakener?'
Miaomiao always felt as though she was dreaming.
She recalled the days when she had first met Mr. Devil.
It seemed that it was just under 10 days ago.
In just 10 days, she had transformed from a girl in the slums who needed protection from everybody, into an Awakener with magical abilities that she could only look up to before.
