After the transformation of her body, Zoe had always adhered to a cautious mindset.

Her guiding principle was simple: never attract attention, never act recklessly. Even if she no longer felt compelled to avoid things in some situations, she would wait until she was absolutely certain of being flawless and invincible before taking any risks.

As a result, her approach to life had been consistently low-key—staying home, exploring, researching, and experimenting. She avoided making a fuss or showing off.

On the rare occasion when she had to get involved in something bigger, it was mainly to meet certain experimental needs, always making sure to keep things discreet and under the radar.

Despite gradually distancing herself from the concerns of ordinary people, she no longer clung to the initial restraint of avoiding danger, having become a steadfast seeker, determined to explore the higher realms of existence.

Yet, her cautious approach remained unchanged.

Those who acted rashly, causing a stir everywhere, were simply foolish. After all, who, after undergoing such a transformation, wouldn’t wonder if there were others like them?

Zoe, of course, was no exception.

She had tried to use her perception of the world to observe those who might be extraordinary. Though she hadn’t made a concerted effort to search for them, she had still paid attention to the possibilities.

But since her own physical transformation, she hadn’t encountered anyone who seemed particularly special.

Most people were just ordinary, neither standing out nor attracting attention. They went about their lives, working steadily, without being anything extraordinary.

She had no desire to dig deeper, choosing instead to maintain her low profile and continue with her research.

That is, until today.

The message in the group chat made her frown involuntarily.

The world that "Amigo" saw was almost identical to her own, though the color details were not as vivid as hers.

If they were to assume they were of the same kind, then perhaps this was a peer with lesser abilities?

If "Amigo" was indeed a peer, and not just some delusional person, then what was the truth of this world?

Did a so-called "inner world" exist?

Benny should be someone who knew most of the truths about the world. If an extraordinary inner world existed, he likely wouldn’t be unaware of it.

Otherwise, a person as arrogant as him would have already been captured by the government, international intelligence agencies or other malicious organizations.

However, thinking this way could also explain that while the inner world might exist, it was extremely rare, and even someone as notorious as Benny wouldn’t be a target for it.

In any case, there were many possibilities.

The thought of encountering a fellow like her made Zoe’s mind race.

After some hesitation, Zoe didn’t dare to make a rash judgment.

Looking at the profile in the chat, still inactive for a long while, she hesitated for a moment before swiftly donning a human disguise and making a series of precautions. She then avoided surveillance cameras and headed straight for a nearby internet café.

There, using her Transparent World, she locked onto a young man who was innocently entering his password at a computer, and in that split second before the login, she used her mental power to freeze the person in place, keeping him motionless at the desk.

The café was crowded, and no one paid any attention to the guy who was staring at the screen without moving.

Zoe quickly logged into the man’s account on another computer, using her heightened perception to capture the verification code from the phone in the man’s pocket.

Once logged in with ease, she sent a friend request to "Amigo’s" Synomilia account.

Based on "Amigo’s" casual comments about revealing the true color of the rose in the group chat, Zoe felt that even if they were truly an extraordinary being, they were most likely not affiliated with any official organization.

After all, would someone in an official capacity really talk so openly in a Synomilia group chat?

Without any official backing, someone talking like that in a group was likely an unreliable, easily manipulated person.

With this in mind, Zoe decided to try and communicate online.

After a long while, in the midst of her somewhat uneasy feelings, "Amigo" finally accepted the friend request.

A question mark appeared from "Amigo."

Without delay, Zoe sent the image of the red rose from the group chat: "Do you really think the color of this rose is as you described?"

Upon seeing this, "Amigo" paused for a moment before replying: "I was just casually saying something. I didn’t expect someone to come after me for it."

Though the friend request was made through the popular socmed platform, they clearly thought Zoe was someone from the same local game group.

After all, the red rose image had come from that very group, and it was there that "Amigo" had made their comments.

However, Zoe did not deny being from that same group.

"Don’t you think the roses in reality have colors beyond what you mentioned? I’ve also seen some deep blue hues outlining the edges of the petals..."

Zoe carefully described only a small portion of the colors she could see, deliberately withholding much of what she observed from the person on the other side, Amigo.

But even this small revelation was enough to provoke an excited response: "You can see them too?!!!!!!!!!!!!"

From the sheer number of exclamation marks, Zoe could tell the person on the other side was likely very stirred up.

However... it could also be an act.

Pretending to be excited in text costs nothing.

This thought made Zoe pause.

Such a response seemed like something a normal person might give after mutating- an expression of surprise at discovering another like themselves.

But...

It couldn’t be ruled out that this was bait!

Just as Zoe was considering her next words, another message popped up from Amigo: "There’s an art exhibition at the Bartolomeo Art Center tomorrow. Want to come along? I love watching how artists express their emotions through color! I think you’ll really enjoy it too."

"Though those artists don’t understand color as deeply as we do, they’re far better than the average person. They at least have some sense of what our world is like."

The warmth and enthusiasm of the message made Zoe pause for a moment.

Before she could say anything, this invitation came out of nowhere, catching her off guard.

Her brow furrowed.

No! This had to be bait!

The thought struck her almost immediately. After all, who acts this friendly on the internet?

Inviting someone to an art exhibition right after meeting them?

This felt even more suspicious than a scruffy old man inviting a little girl to watch goldfish!

Even if this person was trying to act like an isolated individual overjoyed to find another like themselves, the performance seemed far too exaggerated.

It was just too much!

The more Zoe thought about it, the more convinced that her suspicion was correct.

This kind of invitation was far too reckless!

Shouldn’t a meeting between individuals like them be approached with the utmost caution?

As she mulled it over, Zoe opened a search engine and looked up “Bartolomeo Art Center Exhibition.” Several links about the event appeared on the screen.

A large venue capable of accommodating five thousand people.

An exhibition that had been advertised for three months.

Artists invited from all over the world.

It didn’t seem like a conspiracy targeting her specifically.

Three months ago, she hadn’t even undergone her change, and the event appeared to be large-scale and official. If it were a trap, the cost of setting it up would have been astronomical.

But...

Even if the event wasn’t designed to target her, it was still possible that Amigo had chosen it as a convenient meeting place.

Still... that person, Amigo, was definitely up to something!

As another message appeared—"Are you there? Do you want to go?"—Zoe’s eyes flickered with thought.

No matter what Amigo intended to do, Zoe figured it might still be worth going to take a look.

After all, the exhibition was a large event with thousands of attendees. She could easily blend into the crowd, just another face in the masses.

And there, her heightened perception could grant her an unparalleled advantage, allowing her to survey the entire venue and nearly every hidden corner with ease.

Moreover, meeting in such a public space ruled out the likelihood of any direct confrontation.

Unless, of course, this supposed “same kind” of person was utterly fearless of the consequences of the government's overwhelming force.

And if that were truly the case, then perhaps falling into a trap wouldn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things.

The more Zoe thought about it, the less risky it seemed to check out the potential existence of another like her.

Besides, it was important for her to gain some understanding of what others like her might be like.

After making up her mind, Zoe typed out a reply on Synomilia:

"Sure. How will we find each other tomorrow?"

She asked casually.

"Oh, I’m just a humble, no-name artist. I’ll be at booth 72~"

Reading the response, Zoe nodded slightly. She replied, "Alright, see you tomorrow!", and then closed the conversation.

There was no need for further discussion; she had already gotten all the information she needed.

Glancing over at her "friend", who was still sitting dazed at the computer thanks to her mental influence, Zoe decisively deleted the chat history, blocked the contact, and logged out.

Then, she released the mental hold she had placed on her "friend", turned on her shoes, and walked out of the internet café without looking back.