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!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
