The morning after the "Great Draw," I woke up with a singular goal: to do absolutely nothing. I wanted to lie in my bed, stare at the ceiling, and contemplate the profound joy of being a five-year-old with zero responsibilities.

  I reached for my favorite jade-carved rattle—a toy I’d had since I was an infant. It felt light in my hand, as it always did. I shook it, enjoying the soft clack-clack sound. Then, I sat up and tried to push off my silk duvet.

  "Ugh, why is it so cold today?" I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of my bed.

  "Because you're currently lifting three tons of Heaven-Bound Lead, you idiot!"

  I jumped, nearly falling off the bed. Qin Chenfeng was standing by the window, looking like he hadn't slept a wink. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was staring at my bedsheets with a look of pure, unadulterated horror.

  "Chenfeng? What are you doing in my room? It’s six in the morning," I yawned, rubbing my eyes.

  "I came here to challenge you to a rematch," the Qin prince hissed, stepping closer. He reached out and tried to lift the corner of my blanket—the one I had just tossed aside like a piece of paper. His face turned purple. His veins bulged. He used both hands, grunting with the effort of a man trying to move a mountain. The blanket didn't budge.

  "What... is... this?!" he gasped, falling back and gasping for air.

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  "It’s a blanket," I said slowly. "It’s very soft. My 6th sister Lingshu gave it to me for my third birthday."

  "That is not a blanket!" Chenfeng screamed, pointing at it with a trembling finger. "That is Cloud-Silk woven around Gravity-Core Filaments. I just checked the weight with my spiritual sense. That single duvet weighs six thousand pounds! And you... you were sleeping under it like it was a feather!"

  I blinked. I looked at the blanket. Then I looked at my rattle. "Chenfeng, you're overreacting. It’s just high-quality silk. Everything in the palace is like this."

  "Is it?" Chenfeng grabbed my rattle from the nightstand. Or rather, he tried to grab it. His hand slammed into the table, and he let out a yelp of pain. The rattle didn't even vibrate. "This rattle... it’s made of Star-Core Iron. It’s used to forge True Immortal Grade hammers! Why is it in a nursery?!"

  I felt a cold sweat break out on my neck. I looked around my room. My "wooden" sword? I picked it up. It felt normal to me. I handed it to Chenfeng.

  The moment he took it, his arms snapped downward, and the sword buried itself five inches into the reinforced obsidian floor.

  "Your entire life is a lie!" Chenfeng wailed, looking at me like I was a monster from the Abyssal Continent. "Your 'Basic Breathing' isn't a technique! You’ve been weight-training since the day you were born! Every spoon you use, every toy you touch, every step you take... your family has turned your existence into a 24/7 high-gravity hellscape!"

  I sat on the bed, my mind reeling. I thought back to my servants—the ones who cleaned my room and brought me snacks. They always moved so gracefully. I realized now that they were all in the Spirit Severing or Void Refinement realms. To them, a three-ton blanket was just laundry. To me, because I had used it since I was a baby, it was just... a blanket.

  My siblings hadn't been training me. They had been terraforming me.

  "I... I just wanted to be lazy," I whispered, clutching my head. "If I’m this strong just by waking up... how am I ever going to fail an exam?"