The Crown Prince, barely hiding his disappointment, finally left. He glanced back at the massage chair one last time, licking his lips, before returning to the palace.

Only then did Kaisha feel relief.

"There’s no way I’m ever giving it up!"

Though she’d initially set limits for herself, worried about withdrawal symptoms, there was a vast difference between restricting her own use and not being able to use it at all.

She quickly sat in the massage chair, hoping to calm her nerves after the Prince’s unexpected visit.

*Whirr—buzz—rumble*

“Ah… ngh…”

For a workaholic like her, the effect was powerful. The Crown Prince must have felt the same, which explained his reluctance to leave.

After a calming 30-minute session, she reluctantly climbed out of the chair, unaware that her expression mirrored the Prince’s as he’d left.

"Only two days left…"

That admin! So stingy!

If he was going to be generous, shouldn’t he at least let me use it for a month? That’s how you’d really know if it’s worth it or not!

What could she do? She’d just have to make the most of her remaining time with it.

Her productivity had doubled lately.

Still…

Her face grew serious as she recalled what the Crown Prince had said.

---

"I believe that guy will make a serious move soon."  
"You mean…?"  
"You know who I’m talking about. That one who's supporting the second prince."

---

Kaisha’s expression darkened. She didn’t usually concern herself with the royal succession or politics, but there was a reason she’d allied herself with the Crown Prince.

The one he’d mentioned was far too dangerous—a threat serious enough to make her set aside her aversion to politics and partner with the Prince.

She nervously bit her thumbnail.

Could teaming up with the admin really be enough to stop that guy?

The continent was already suffering from severe mana contamination, brought about by the rampant growth of Magi-Engineering. Catastrophic events were happening everywhere.

Then, as if on cue, he had appeared—a savior of sorts.

With his blue skin and jet-black eyes, devoid of whites.

He called himself a Celestial, descended from the heavens.

An entirely unfamiliar species, he’d quickly drawn the attention of the Empire’s upper echelons.

---

"The continent is severely polluted with mana. If things continue, the Magi-Empire is doomed."  
"If we stop Magi-Engineering’s development now, can’t we save it somehow?"  
"How naive. Stopping technological advancement won’t halt what’s already been set in motion. We’re like a speeding train now; we can’t just stop."

---

He claimed that his home, Debra, lay beyond the sky.

---

"Wait, what?"  
"We, the Debrans, won’t abandon you in your time of need."

---

At first, the Empire’s officials had been skeptical, thinking his claims absurd.

---

"I plan to send a rescue request to my homeland, Debra."

---

Although he resembled a human in structure, with two arms and legs, his appearance was still distinctly alien.

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"If you cooperate, I can have you accepted into our ranks and bestow upon you the blessings of Debra."  
"B-blessings?"  
"I can extend your lifespan and eliminate minor ailments."

---

No one believed him initially. A homeland beyond the sky, Debra, seemed outlandish.

Kaisha, who had some understanding of the cosmos thanks to the Dimensional Integration Community, knew the continent’s awareness of the universe was still in its infancy.

Yet, as the severe mana contamination worsened, nobles began to pay attention.

Especially when—

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"Oh! Thank you, Celestial! My illness has vanished!"  
"Is my daughter going to be okay now?"  
"You mean… you can extend my lifespan?"  
"My legs… I can walk again!"

---

He began to tighten his grip on the Empire, hailed as a savior.

Then came the terrifying display.

---

"Aaaargh!!"  
"Even an eighth-circle mage is nothing against me. How dare you defy a Celestial?"

---

With ease, he defeated an eighth-circle mage who had dared to challenge him, reducing him to ashes with a single pillar of light from above.

In an era where the mana contamination prevented the rise of ninth-circle mages, he was now considered the strongest.

---

"We Debrans have already conquered the realms beyond the sky. If you cooperate, I can arrange for your security with my superiors."  
"Although I’m stranded here, once I establish communication, it will be no trouble."

---

After that, he began to receive resources and backing from the second prince, who had aligned with his ideals. He was extracting resources, constructing facilities, and carrying out research across the continent.

The Crown Prince had then approached her, convinced something was wrong.

Through their joint investigation, they discovered a shocking truth—the mana contamination was accelerating. According to Kaisha’s calculations, in less than a century, the continent would be uninhabitable.

It was no longer a matter of the Empire’s survival but the survival of the entire continent.

Naturally, Kaisha’s anxiety was palpable.

“I doubt the admin can solve a problem like this, but…”

He was her only hope, the only one who might know of a solution to the contamination, or at least help her develop Magi-Engineering in a way to counter that “Celestial.”

After all, the admin was a spacefarer of sorts, similar to that guy, so maybe he knew something.

“Still…”

It seemed unlikely.

She felt like she was grasping at straws. How much could she really trust and rely on the admin?

Could he truly deal with this Debran? Even if he was genuine, the Debran was also from the vast cosmos.

The light pillar the Debran had unleashed was still vividly burned into her memory.

When that immense beam had descended from the heavens, she’d almost prayed to a god she didn’t believe in.

It felt like divine punishment.

She also couldn’t ignore the growing internal problems. Though the Crown Prince had been working tirelessly, it was proving ineffective.

The Debran’s support base was already too strong.

If only the Emperor would act. But he remained silent on the matter.

“So frustrating…”

She sighed deeply. At least the massage chair had been easing her stress lately.

Then—

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Hmm? What’s troubling you?"

---

She jumped.

Could it be…?

“Could you… have been watching and hearing me this whole time?”

---

**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Uh, well… yeah."

---

“!!”

---

**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Lol."

---

“AAAAH!!”

She let out a scream, reliving the past few days in her mind.

“H-How could you… that’s so shameless!”

---

**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Yeah, I was going to keep it a secret, but you caught on. So, how’s the massage chair treating you? Lol."

---

Her eyes nearly rolled back. The sight of that “Lol” nearly made her lose her mind.

Thank goodness—

She was incredibly grateful to herself for resisting the urge to activate the [Adult Mode].

“How… how could you…! You voyeur! Pervert! Scoundrel!”

---

**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Oh, no worries. My talented friend censors anything… interesting. Too bad."

---

“C-censorship?”

She didn’t entirely understand what he meant, but she felt the world go dark.

So he’d seen everything… from her sniffing her blankets and smiling in bed, to singing in the shower, to angrily punching a stuffed animal to relieve stress…

He’d seen it all?!

---

**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Shh. That’s our secret. 😉"

---

“….”

What secret? Did he think a winky face would make this better?

She was speechless, unable to decide where to even start scolding him.

---

**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Extended your massage chair access, by the way. 😉"

---

“….”

*Crack*

Okay, well… That’s not the main issue right now.

Honestly, even if she wanted to stop him, she had no idea how, and there was no real way to do it.

Given how he ignored all the backlash he faced in the community, it was clear he wouldn’t stop just because she told him to.

“If you’ve been watching, then you must know how serious this situation is.”

Even though she didn’t think the admin could help, she had to ask.

If he’d been watching her this whole time, then maybe…

---

**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Oh, sorry. I’m not really that free. Lol."

---

“!”

His casual, taunting tone grated on her.

She gritted her teeth and endured.

“Instead of just extending the massage chair access…”

Not that she didn’t *want* the extended access—she wanted it *very* much—but…

She swallowed her pride for the greater good. She was a woman who knew how to set aside personal desires for a higher cause!

“I need help with something else.”

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Help?"

---

“This is a very serious problem for me!”

---

**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Lol."

---

“…”

Though she trembled with anger at his response, she realized the situation.

“…Please. Just hear me out.”

She was in a position to beg him for mercy.

And she knew the admin wasn’t one to grant requests easily.

“Please… I

’m begging you!”