# 19
**Chapter 19: Dancer of the Starry Night**
The moment Nyx spoke those words, a virtual panel materialized before Lin Qiye’s eyes.
“
Nyx Treatment Progress: 3%
Reward conditions met. Randomly drawing from Nyx’s divine abilities…
”
A spinning wheel of fortune flickered into view and whirled at breakneck speed.
Lin Qiye could see at least twenty slices on the disk, each of roughly equal size—equal odds for every ability.
“Nightfall Descent, Dimming Eye, Thousand Falling Stars, Star-Split Art, Night Blink, Night Kin, Supernatural Fertility…”
The names flashed so fast they blurred, yet Lin Qiye swore something weird had slipped in—
Supernatural Fertility? What the hell kind of divine power is that?
If I land on it, do I skip getting a wife and just pop out a batch of little gods myself?
Hmm… actually sounds kind of convenient…
Then he noticed a sliver in one corner—an extra-thin black slice taking up barely one percent of the wheel.
Its label read simply: “Unknown.”
Unknown? What does that even mean?
No matter; with his crap luck he could spin a thousand times and never hit it.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, glared at the wheel, and willed it to slow.
The needle slid past ability after ability until it stopped.
“Dancer of the Starry Night…” he read, sighing in resignation.
Sounded way less flashy than Star-Split Art or Thousand Falling Stars, but… at least it wasn’t Supernatural Fertility.
Typical luck—pure me.
The wheel dissolved, leaving the four words hovering in darker and darker ink.
Lin Qiye reached out and closed his fingers around them.
Black light surged into his body.
A mysterious energy rewrote every cell; soul and flesh felt scrubbed clean—indescribably pleasant.
Five seconds later the sensation faded, and he knew he had changed.
New lines appeared:
“
Dancer of the Starry Night:
Under night skies, speed, strength, stamina, and regeneration quintuple.
Under night skies, your presence is hard to detect.
Under night skies, your aura intimidates others more keenly.
You may converse with nocturnal creatures.
”
Lin Qiye sucked in a sharp breath.
The unimpressive-sounding power was actually absurdly broken.
Five-fold stat multiplication alone pushed an ordinary physique to the edge of human limits—enter any nighttime triathlon and you’d smash world records.
Add stealth and animal diplomacy and you weren’t even human anymore.
He tamped down his excitement.
He still had zero desire to join Night Watch or fight mythical monsters, but what teenager doesn’t dream of power?
Besides, strength kept family safe.
Settling his thoughts, he turned to Nyx.
She gazed at him tenderly, stroking his hair. “Thanatos, where have you wandered these three thousand years? I missed you so…”
Lin Qiye sat motionless, eyes conflicted.
As expected, Nyx couldn’t tell child from vase; her mind, cracked by longing, painted everything as her offspring.
Jars and bottles couldn’t answer back, so when a living, breathing boy called her “Mother,” her heart latched on—treatment progress leapt to 3%.
“Your little brother missed you too—hug him.” Smiling, she lifted a flower vase toward Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye: …
Resigned, he accepted the vase and petted it awkwardly.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Nyx’s other “children” cradled in her arms—and froze.
Among the labeled bottles he read a bold line:
—Haloperidol (Divine Formula).
His jaw dropped.
Haloperidol? Why did that ring a bell?
Wasn’t that on the psychiatrist’s daytime prescription list? And “Divine Formula”?
In a flash he scrambled up, thrust the vase back, and blurted, “Be right back!”
He sprinted to the second floor and shoved open the door at the end: Pharmacy.
Nyx had clearly visited; half the “kids” were missing.
Inside, floor-to-ceiling metal shelves glittered with drugs—antipsychotics, tranquilizers, mood stabilizers—every label stamped “Divine Formula.”
Grinning, he grabbed the bottles from the doctor’s list and hurried back.
“One of these, twice a day; this one, three times…”
Nyx stared at his face as if it were a flower, hearing nothing.
“…Fine, I’ll feed you myself.”
Expecting a severe psychotic to remember meds was wishful thinking.
At his promise, Nyx beamed—the happiest smile in the world.