The Second Day.
Nanako gritted her teeth, with steam rising from her head in bursts, and shouted:
"Knight Arnold, you must give me a reasonable explanation for this! How could this happen! How could Vivian knock my disciple unconscious with a hammer!"
"And that confession - it's completely unacceptable!!"
Arnold was drenched in sweat, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and said:
"Executive Nanako, please calm down, calm down! I don't know why either! Logically speaking, Lady Vivian and your disciple had just met, how could she fall for him at first sight!"
Nanako, exasperated, pointed at Lynn who was sitting not far away on a small stool, silently smoking for a long time.
One cigarette after another.
Ashes drifting in the wind.
Nanako exclaimed frantically: "Can't you see how depressed my once lively and cheerful disciple has become?! Explain! There must be a reasonable explanation."
Lynn sat on the stool in the corner.
Smoking.
Silent.
Silence is tonight's Cambridge.
[Being confessed to by your own descendant from who knows how many generations later...]
[Indeed, I was the one who was wrong.]
[Wrong because I was too outstanding...]
[No matter where I go, I'm like a firefly in the dark night, so bright, so distinguished...]
Lynn raised his head, taking a world-weary and melancholic drag of his cigarette.
But...
He still felt a subtle hint of melancholy.
The bump on his head still throbbed faintly.
Being knocked unconscious by his own great-great-granddaughter using a dizziness enchantment she prayed for...
Just thinking about it made him want to jump off the nearby city wall...
He didn't know what happened after he was knocked unconscious last night.
It wasn't until he woke up this morning that he heard from his loli master...
Last night.
After he was knocked unconscious.
His great-great-granddaughter had very quickly and nimbly hoisted him up, then ran frantically towards the door.
If it weren't for his loli master's timely reaction...
He...
Might have become the first ancestor in history... to be taken advantage of by his own descendant of unknown generations.
Lynn took a deep breath, wiping away the moisture of melancholy from the corner of his eye.
Indeed... showing off in front of one's descendants...
One really needs to maintain the right balance...
He should have known that when a strong and handsome young man suddenly appears before an innocent girl...
She would undoubtedly fall in love.
O(╥﹏╥)o
This really is... such a predicament!
After the negotiations, Nanako turned around, her eyes slightly moist, looking at her disciple's silent demeanor, feeling very heartbroken.
Being confessed to by one's own descendant.
No matter how you think about it, it's truly a tragic situation.
"Come here for a hug, disciple, don't cry, don't cry."
Nanako walked over sympathetically, patted Lynn's back, offering her shoulder for him to lean on.
"When we get back, master will give you a few days off."
After all, experiencing something like this...
Her disciple's spirit must have suffered severe damage...
Nanako's eyes were also getting teary.
"Can I have a month off?" Lynn forced tears to his eyes.
Nanako nodded, saying compassionately: "Of course you can."
"Can I also ask for shoulder massages and back rubs?" Lynn's eyes became even more teary.
"Of course you can." Nanako became even more emotional.
"Can we also sleep together?"
"Yes, we can..."
WHACK--
Nanako closed her eyes and delivered a knock to his head.
In the basement of Moonlily City Castle.
The Sword Puppet had been pacing back and forth for an entire day.
And whenever he thought about the horrifying scene he witnessed yesterday, he felt his magical core showing signs of wanting to burn out.
"This foolish girl! This foolish girl!"
The Sword Puppet trembled.
Suddenly confessing to someone in public was bad enough.
But do you know that the person you confessed to is your ancestor!
This isn't just a matter of disturbing ancestral graves anymore...
This is enough to shock all your ancestors into becoming zombies and crawling out of their graves!
"I hope the master won't be angry!" The Sword Puppet paced back and forth, anxious beyond measure.
And at this moment.
The space in the basement suddenly distorted.
The next moment.
A handsome young man slowly appeared before him.
"Morning." Lynn silently took a drag of his cigarette.
Instantly, the Sword Puppet's eyes widened with joy.
Mas... Master!!
Master came to see him!!
Without hesitation, the Sword Puppet rushed over, knelt on one knee, pounded his chest with one hand, and exclaimed excitedly:
"Sword Series 007 Puppet, reporting to Master!"
Indeed.
He was one of the series of puppets created by Lynn after maxing out his magical engineering skills.
But what made him special was.
During his creation process, he accidentally developed his own consciousness, so Lynn kept him by his side.
Until the descent of the gods.
That's when he was assigned to be the guardian of the Violet Family.
Until today.
A thousand years!
A whole thousand years!
"Master, I really never imagined that you... you were still alive!" The Sword Puppet became teary-eyed.
Lynn took a breath, looking with dead-fish eyes and said:
"There's nothing surprising about it, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, everyone would leave some backup plans for themselves, after all, confronting gods was never something with high chances of success."
The Sword Puppet was moved to tears.
Back then, he was assigned to protect the Master's family descendants and didn't personally participate in that final battle.
And later when he heard the news of the Master's fall, he almost collapsed completely.
For a whole thousand years, he lived every day in tremendous grief as if his father had died, and now knowing his master wasn't dead, how could he not be emotional.
"This is wonderful! This is truly wonderful!"
The Sword Puppet wept openly.
"Your old servant has been thinking of you every day, crying every day..."
He pointed to a table not far away, crying loudly:
"Every day I kowtowed to you, hoping every day that you would come back to life and lead us against the gods again!"
Lynn was stunned, then looked in the direction he was pointing.
A dilapidated table.
On it hung a portrait of a gray-white robust man.
Three incense sticks in front.
Emitting blue smoke.
It was indeed his appearance from when he was the Violet Lord.
"..."
"..."
Lynn looked with dead-fish eyes, walked over, and glanced at several books placed on the table.
"Guide to Resurrection Magic (Necromancer's Edition)"
"Zombie Terminology for Rising from the Grave"
"Encyclopedia of Normal Communication with Zombie Ancestors"
"Secrets Between Zombies and Young Ladies"
"Proper Grooming Techniques for Long-Haired Zombie Ancestors"
Crack crack--
Lynn closed his eyes, cracking his knuckles, took a deep breath, and said with complex emotions:
"Sword Puppet, you've really put your heart into this. Perhaps in this world, only you think every day about how to resurrect me!"
The Sword Puppet said tearfully: "This is all what this old servant should do!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
