As the scene opened, Lynx wears a sigh of resignation like a well-tailored suit of defeat — she's all but thrown in the towel on understanding the enigma that is the system. 

Delving into the minutiae of these perplexing subjects is on her ‘To-Do Eventual’ list, but hey, procrastination is a lifestyle choice.

Now, the plot (and Lynx's self-inspection) thickens as she gazes upon the reflection of her undeniably stunning bod. Yes, The chaos of not knowing, she was in a moment of vanity — because priorities, people! 

A lightbulb moment, albeit flickering dimly in the diminutive digs of her walnut-esque cranium. 

She contemplates the tantalizing yet alien sensations that must accompany her pristine human chassis, a puzzlement ripe for a leisurely stroll ponderance.

It was like: once upon a less-confused time, she caught a fleeting glimpse of her human form, but—curveball!—she pulled a quick switcheroo back to her more familiar, fuzzy hybrid finesse. 

As if bitten by the theatrics bug, Lynx boldly morphs from beast to beauty, conjuring an icy reflective pane with a flourish that would make any Disney animator green with envy. 

Imagine the scene: out of the blue—or rather, out of the white—dots commence a spontaneous cosmic dance, waltzing across the void before pulling off the ultimate group hug, and voilà—a mirror, pure as freshly fallen snow, hangs suspended in midair like a lost prop from a surreal magician's act. 

Bystanders are scratching their heads, eyebrows hitched sky-high with the universal look of, "Eh, what's the deal with the levitating looking glass?"

But here's the twist: it's child's play for Lynx. With a casual flick of her wrist, she's not just bending space, but throwing it a curveball, crafting a comfy nook in the atmosphere specifically for her ethereal mirror. 

Who needs walls, stands, or physics when you've got personal pockets of reality to play with?

Now, here's where it gets even more chuckle-worthy. Lynx herself is stumped. Why is she suddenly the master of elemental puppetry? She isn't the foggiest! 

It's as though her inner being has taken a course in ‘Affinity & You: A Guide to Casual Control’ without letting her conscious mind in on the secret. 

She ponders this prowess, shrugs off the bewilderment, and decides it's just some muscle memory from the past owner of body perhaps, casually tossing aside the wonder like yesterday's news.

It's as if she accidentally downloaded the 'Handle With Elemental Care' software directly into her subconscious, and now she's clicking and dragging elements around like a pro without even a glance at the user manual. 

Lynx: floating mirrors and controlling the building blocks of nature ‘just because,’ and thinking about it as hard as one ponders the sock that disappears in the laundry—it's just one of those things. 

 "Seriously, Lucifer! A heads-up and a decent outfit wouldn't hurt before drop-kicking me onto this crummy planet," Said Lynx, venting her exasperation to the heavens. 

{You had it coming for treating me like ancient history and trying to pull a fast one, hehehe,} Lucifer’s sly words slither into Lynx's mind, courtesy of the all-knowing ‘system,’ cueing a classic eye-roll from our ferociously underdressed heroine

Now, here's the zinger: Lynx suddenly recalls Lucifer's cryptic spiel about this nifty telepathic hotline they seem to have. With a disdainful cluck of her tongue, she holds her peace, opting to spare the airwaves from a symphony of curses—at least for the moment.

"Fine, fine. But seriously, clothes wouldn't hurt. Oh, and a crash course on this nutty system wouldn't go amiss either," She readies herself for the showdown, weapon of choice at the ready.

But she's not getting her hopes up; after all, who knows if the Big Boss himself has the foggiest clue about what's really going on in this celestial game of charades.

Lucifer, caught off guard by ellipses, finally manages a hesitant, {Well…}

"...?"

{...}

"Grandpa, Don't tell me-" 

Lucifer, the master of awkward pivots, clears his throat and delivers the gem: {You see, I'm as clueless as a goldfish in a labyrinth because this wacky system just keeps hitting me with curveballs, and it's, like, totally infatuated with you for no apparent reason.}

A nervous chuckle follows, followed by a rapid change of subject, as if he's tiptoeing a minefield of inconvenient truths.

 

As if navigating the cosmic labyrinth isn't confounding enough, Lucifer finds himself in a bind not unlike a fish out of water when confronted with the unpredictable might of the system orb — a celestial powerhouse that defies even the loftiest preconceptions, akin to a conundrum wrapped in an enigma shrouded in mystery. 

It's no small feat to unravel its secrets, mind you.

Adding to the intricacy, Lucifer had a one treasure of his own, enabling him to pluck individuals from various worlds at their mere beck and call, all while dodging the heavenly grapevine.

These treasures, known for their celestial rebelliousness, wield an unimaginable supremacy that overshadows realms and worlds alike, granting their possessor a dominion unmatched by any other. 

But, as with all things worth having, there's a price to pay—an expenditure that transcends mere pecuniary terms.

Cue the age-old conundrum: what would one do upon gaining control of an omnipotent entity with their life hanging in the balance?

As the old adage goes, wisdom isn't universal, and perspectives vary as widely as the stars in the sky. Yet, even the most resolute soul can find their own mind playing tricks on them in the face of such a weighty question.

And here's where the plot thickens — as if torn straight from the script of a gripping saga: ownership of such a treasure calls forth a throng of strong adversaries, willing to pay any price to claim it as their own. 

No stone remains unturned, especially for an artifact as game-changing as the heaven-defying treasure.

But the saga doesn't end there. Lynx will become too entangled in celestial shenanigans, as the system flaunts an unexpected flaw — one that may usher forth powerful adversaries at a moment's notice, a test of her mettle and worthiness.

Unbeknownst to Lynx, the system is on a singular mission, ceaselessly drawing adversaries to her until she ascends to a godly zenith — a drama, likely to elicit more than a few dread-laden sighs. 

Her fate, it seems, is irrevocably connected with many games of trials and tribulations, with the stakes higher than the heavens themselves.

 "Let's have her own fun," Lucifer wears a mantle of sympathetic concern beneath his nonchalant facade, lamenting the fate that awaits Lynx with a resigned mutter, forlorn yet resolute.

 "So, how do I find the mysteries of this nutty 'system'?" Lynx queried, her tone carrying a playful challenge.

"Feel free to throw yourself into the gauntlet of system trials. Who knows what awaits you, but you certainly have my sympathies," Lucifer deftly caught onto Lynx's underlying dare, responding with a wryness and some suspense.

Hearing of Lucifer's cryptic remark, Lynx arched an eyebrow, seeking clarification on his statement.

She couldn't help but sense a ring of sincerity in his words and tone.

"I can only offer you a mere snippet of my insight... The system has its own consciousness and stands as a heaven-defying treasure," With an indecisive pause, Lucifer continued.

His reluctance was proof as he thought whether it was the opportune moment to disclose such information. 

In a display of cosmic resolve that could rival a soap opera cliffhanger, Lucifer finally spills the beans with an air of faux-solemnity, As the sooner Lynx acquaints herself with all the ins and outs, the more favorable the outcome for all involved... possibly.

A proclamation of such candor could give the most melodramatic playwright a run for their money.

Meanwhile, Lynx morphs into a veritable statue upon processing Lucifer's bombshell, her wide-eyed shock putting even the most magnetic soap opera star to shame. 

It's the kind of reaction that's par for the course when your world gets turned upside down.

"I see! Shall we have a thrilling tour of our own personal playground? The Realm of Trials awaits!" With a flourish, Lynx uttered the final word, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished from her former spot. 

¶Realm Of Trial¶

In the surreal expanse of the trial realm, a molten river courses through the landscape, its fiery glow reflecting an otherworldly ambiance. 

Within certain regions, flames dance and lick the air, casting an eerie illumination on the ominous surroundings.

Numerous colossal volcanoes dominate the visual panorama, imparting an infernal quality that contrasts sharply with the serene beauty of heaven. 

To label this realm as a demonic abode wouldn't be an exaggeration; its very essence seems steeped in malevolent energy.

This might indeed be the accurate descriptor, for every facet of this land screams of devastation. The fabric of reality appears frayed, with a scattering of towering structures defiantly emerging from the ashy ground. 

The staggering sight unfolds with these structures, like sentinels of an infernal citadel, rising amidst the desolation.

What truly startles the observer is the presence of towers situated precariously in the midst of the flowing lava, their foundations perilously close to the seething mouth of a colossal volcano. 

It's an architectural paradox, defying the laws of reason and physics, creating a vision that can only be described as both breathtaking and ominous.

Scattered across the realm are floating islands, resembling celestial sanctuaries or enigmatic temples. 

Each is connected by a network of intricate stairs, weaving a mesmerizing pattern in the desolate sky. These islands, suspended in the air, add a surreal dimension to the already bewildering landscape.

Suddenly, A naked woman appeared in the sky, dropping to the ground with speed or like a nuclear bomb. It's none other than Lynx, her lips uncontrollably tremble with a mocking smile on her face.

She quickly made a square-shaped ice in the sky, and it hung in the air using space around, and she stood above the ice without any hindrance.

"Hmm... What's up with this area rather than the whole realm?" Lynx's moon-like yet blue eyes scanned to every single area; A few thoughts in mind.

Pondering why this trial world looks like an afterlife place, her expression is dead right now, with irritation clear on her face.

As the current idea about this realm is going to be trash thrown into the garbage. "But... Remember! Diamonds can be found further in coal mines.” Lynx gave herself comforting words to calm herself down.

Folding her hands below her c cup breasts, she saw some towers have written a few sentences.

"Shop for weapons... food shop... Shop of techniques... Hmm... Eternal Battle Temple? It Looks interesting. Should I go there?" Lynx softly said a few tower names, which are far away from her. 

But her eyes were able to view objects from afar, Shocking her from the core with her own capabilities.

"No shit!... Haaa... I have to check my body abilities in a few days." Lynx mumbled in anticipation. It's also critical for her future activities.

She knows without information and control over stuff is just a waste of time and energy. She likes to formulate plans in advance.

Who knows, what, which kind of dangerous, unexpected movement is waiting for Lynx.

Future preparation never gives any harm to someone… right? A great and powerful ninja should always have newly developed ideas for upcoming danger.

 With the air of someone who's got it all figured out, Lynx boldly announced, "Alrighty, decision made! Let's kick things off with a jaunt to the Eternal Battle Temple," before strutting off in her general direction.

As she ventured forth, each step she took was met with a curious phenomenon—ice materializing beneath her feet as if summoned from the great blue yonder. 

Apart from the theatrics, Lynx crossed her fingers hoping inwardly that her Qi didn't take a nosedive.

Arriving at the Temple of Battle in record time, she wastes no time planting her first foot on the floating staircase.

"I just have to climb a few stairs and... hehehe." An evil chuckle escaped her lips midway through her sentence, leaving the reason shrouded in delicious mystery. Oh, the suspense!