Abnormal soul constructs are not allowed in this world, and the rules of the world cannot directly interfere with them.
This skill was actually something Dill didn't even dare click on to see.
First of all, it was a curse, or an EX-ranked curse! Even [Goddess's Expectation] only gave her a polite B, not to mention the name on it: Otherworldly Visitor, clearly identifying her as a traveler.
Although the Moon Goddess didn't seem to mind, Dill still felt goosebumps all over her body, and a sense of defenseless fear arose from the bottom of her heart, as if a pair of eyes had appeared in the world out of thin air, watching her every move at all times.
She read half a day above the commitment and did not figure out what the name was; just the four words of the world rules beyond her current ability to understand. Anyway, she only knows that this is a curse that, on its own, will do more harm than good.
But Dill is also resigned to fate; what should come will still come; this is the so-called destiny; it may be a curse, but it is also the only thing that really belongs to you; she has existed in those world traces.
Dill cleaned up her mood and roughly organized her abilities
First of all, rank LV8 is weak.
Three more blessings plus two curses, the former seemingly ensuring that she won't at least die of plain old hunger or poverty, the latter apparently dramatically increasing her chances of dying.
Dill: Stay strong and live.
With mixed feelings in her heart, she asked Laurel, "Are these skills... I mean, is this all the magic I can learn?"
Of course not. As long as you have enough inspiration, you can weave new magic on your own, and it's my job to compile that inspiration for you so that you can understand it and perform the right spells.
It's back to the point of inspiration!
Since they were about to open Dungeons and Dragons, couldn't they just give her some skill points for some beginner black magic or curses or something?
But Dill was just purely spitballing; she couldn't chew too much, and she carefully put away her looking glass, a thousand thoughts flashing through her mind.
The goddess had already given her the dictionary, so the next step was to write out the answers on her own. What exactly was inspiration? Could she really learn new magic on her own?