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!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
