They called her the Empire's shame. Seraphina Vale has been stuck at Level 1 for five years. In the Vale Empire, Level 1 is trash. While other nobles summon fire and storms, her healing magic can barely heal a cut. Healing is called Servant Magic — for maids, not Duchesses. She is mocked, ignored, and fat. Swollen, ugly, seventy-five kilograms, her face covered in spots. But it was not her fault. For five years, her beloved stepsister Liora brought her pastries every morning, smiling sweetly: "Eat more, my cute beautiful sister. You don't need to cultivate. You are perfect as you are." Seraphina believed her. She trusted too easily. Until one night, a month before the Royal Ball, she hears Liora laugh: "That pig ate double Swellroot. The poison keeps her fat, ugly, and sealed at Level 1. Soon Father will disown her." Seraphina dies of heartbreak that night. But she wakes again. A new soul inside her — Elena, a girl betrayed and murdered for trusting too much in her past life. This time, she will not eat the pastries. This time, she will not trust. This time, this Level 1 healer will cultivate. The Royal Choosing Ball is in one month. Liora expects a fat, ugly pig to humiliate in front of the Prince. She will get a nightmare instead. Watch her detox the poison. Watch her lose fifteen kilograms. Watch her skin clear, her silver hair shine, her violet eyes glow. Watch her Level 1 mark crack. Because the kingdom forgot: The weakest healing magic is actually the rarest. It is Life Magic. And the only magic that can heal a curse... can also create one. Reborn after betrayal, this time she decides who lives and who begs. ---