But almost immediately, she dismissed the thought. In her previous life, she had worn the same bracelet, and nothing unusual had ever happened.

"...So what went wrong?" she murmured, confusion clouding her mind.

Meanwhile, Lucian was in an exceptionally good mood.

A satisfied smile lingered on his lips as he leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly against his phone.

’She really needed that lesson,’ he thought calmly. ’She can be unreasonable at times... and when she is, it’s my responsibility to guide her properly.’

With that justification firmly planted in his mind, he quickly drafted a message and sent it.

Back in her room, Lana was still lost in thought when her phone rang.

The sudden sound startled her slightly.

When she glanced at the screen and saw Lucian’s name, her lips pursed unconsciously. Opening the message, she found a sincere apology waiting for her, along with a request.

He wanted a video call that night.

Her mind instantly drifted back to the "dream," and a faint blush crept onto her face. ’Why am I feeling shy...?’ she wondered, biting her lower lip slightly.

Still, her mood had improved.

After a brief pause, she typed back a simple agreement.

She even decided to return to the mansion later.

Mr. Crow, who had been observing her for a while, frowned slightly. "You get pacified too easily."

Lana chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You’re the only one who can say something like that without realizing how unreasonable it sounds."

As the two continued talking, something else was unfolding elsewhere.

The internet was in chaos.

Aiden, the live streamer, had used talismans during his recent cemetery visit, and the footage had gone viral overnight.

The mysterious effectiveness of those talismans sparked widespread curiosity, and soon, orders began pouring in from all directions.

When Lana saw the news, she was thrilled.

Orders were flooding in, and she shipped every single one of them.

After all, she had already produced more than twenty thousand exorcism talismans, and even after setting aside a large portion for her own use and giving some to her uncle for reselling purposes, there was still an overwhelming surplus.

Earlier, Axel had sounded slightly troubled as he spoke.

"It’s becoming difficult to sell all the talismans because of the restrictions among high society. You can only keep storing more and more of them for now."

Lana had listened quietly at the time, but now, as she looked at the flood of incoming orders lighting up her screen, a bright smile spread across her face.

"Looks like that problem solved itself," she murmured softly, a hint of satisfaction slipping into her voice.

Her hands did not stop moving.

’If this keeps up...’ she thought, her heart beating a little faster, ’I might actually become a billionaire before I even graduate.’

The thought sent a small thrill through her.

At the same time, curiosity crept into her mind.

’What caused this sudden surge?’ she wondered.

As soon as she opened the internet, the answer revealed itself almost instantly.

Aiden’s live stream clips had gone viral.

Comment sections were overflowing with astonishment, praise, and disbelief. Some users even posted detailed reviews, describing how effective the talismans were in real-life situations.

Lana’s eyes sparkled as she scrolled through them.

"So it’s because of this..." she whispered, unable to hide the excitement in her tone.

A soft laugh escaped her lips as she leaned back slightly.

"Once my shop gains enough recognition, I won’t even have to work this hard anymore. I can just sit back and collect the money."

The idea of becoming a hands-off boss felt incredibly tempting.

However, while Lana continued packing talismans with growing enthusiasm, somewhere else, a storm was brewing.

The Talisman Association was furious.

For years, they had dominated the field, ranking among the top three most sought-after professions precisely because of the rarity and exclusivity of their talismans.

It was common knowledge that even skilled practitioners needed an entire day to craft barely ten talismans.

Because of that, each talisman was priced at nearly one million dollars, even for the most basic ones.

And yet... a newly emerged shop had gone viral, selling talismans for just one hundred thousand... sometimes even less.

The contrast was humiliating.

At first, the association had released a confident statement. "Our talismans are of far superior quality," they had declared, their tone filled with authority.

But suspicion soon crept in.

Many citizens started to conduct a test.

The results shocked everyone.

Lana’s talismans not only lasted significantly longer, but they also withstood attacks far beyond expectations.

One of her talismans, priced at only one hundred thousand dollars, endured at least five attacks from a 150-year-old ghost.

Meanwhile, the association’s one-million-dollar talisman...

It barely managed to withstand a single strike from a 100-year-old spirit.

When these results reached the public, outrage exploded.

"How dare they charge that much?!"

"This is daylight robbery!"

"They’ve been scamming us for years!"

The backlash was immediate and brutal.

Instead of apologizing, however, the Talisman Association grew even angrier.

’If it wasn’t for that girl...’

Inside the conference room, the atmosphere turned icy.

Taking a slow, steady breath, Sarah, the head of the association, looked at her members with a grim expression.

"What should we do?"

Giovanni and Boris exchanged a glance, their expressions tense.

Beside them sat Serafina, who seemed slightly uneasy, and a young man named Amin, who leaned back casually, though his eyes were sharp.

After a moment, Giovanni spoke calmly.

"This shop owner needs to be dealt with. If we let this continue, people will start questioning the authority of the Talisman Association."

Boris immediately shook his head, his brows furrowing.

"It won’t be that simple. If she dared to start selling talismans independently, she must already know about us. Yet she didn’t join. Instead, she challenged us openly."

His voice lowered slightly as suspicion crept in. "I think she might belong to our opposition."

Amin rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed.

"You’re overthinking it. Even our enemies wouldn’t be able to find someone this talented. All the geniuses in talisman-making were recruited into our association long ago."