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"That's still a long way off."
He sighed and then looked at the simulated text.
"Should I...like it?" you asked hesitantly, pondering the meaning behind the half-elf's smile.
"Shouldn't you like her?" The half-elf coughed lightly, covering her mouth as she said, "The knight is so cute! Cheerful and lively, she doesn't hide anything, she has a great figure, and she's the heir to a large family, her family is very wealthy..."
As you listened to the half-elf's silent competition, cold sweat dripped down your neck. You quickly called for a halt, lowered your head, and shouted:
"I, I like Jennifer too! But, but not because she has many things you don't have. I don't like you all because I need those things! It's because everyone is so lovable! Whether it's the effort you've put into me or your personal charm, it's all very, very lovable..."
The arena fell silent for some reason. You lowered your head, feeling your brain boiling. Suddenly, a few suppressed laughs caught your attention. Confused, you looked up and, following the smiling gazes of the three girls, stared in astonishment at Jennifer, who was blushing and clutching her armor on the stairs.
"It's like this..." The half-elf forced a smile, "Last night, Miss Knight came to see you about Miss Red Dragon's treatment, but you weren't back yet, so I told her to stay here for a few days if she had nothing else to do. And just today, Miss Kurosawa suddenly had this idea..."
"Aaaaah!" you screamed in grief and anger, using your powerful buttocks to instantly turn around and escape, dragging the chairs tied to you together, shouting, "I'll remember you! I'm going to jump off the roof right now, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"
With a snap, you felt something grip the chair tightly. Then you smelled a warm scent, like a blanket that had been sun-dried. Jennifer's head was resting on your shoulder; you could feel her face was still burning. She then took a deep sniff of your scent, turned, and came into your view.
"So annoying...you guys, I'm not ready yet..." Her pinkish-purple eyes shone with a mixture of joy and shyness. She closed her eyes, and after a long while, she opened them again. Just as you were about to say something to comfort her, you were startled to see her give a teasing smile and whisper in your ear:
"I haven't even read any harem doujinshi yet, let me study them first..."
You paused for a moment, then sighed and thought, "Who's really making the effort in this relationship? I feel like Tom, being played like a puppet."
[During a delightful dinner, you recounted your adventures in the underground world over the past few days, leaving the girls in awe. Oh, and of course, you omitted the details of your birth with the night elves.]
[You showed Pure Light to Jennifer, who slowly frowned and said, "I can sense that it seems to be able to be contained, but I'm not sure if it's the 'Perfect Vessel' divine spell transformed from a 'Broken Vessel.' Ultimately, my current knight rank is still a bit too low... Latis, could you... could you give me this?"]
"I know this must be very, very valuable..." she said shyly, "It's only right that you keep it... I will definitely find something equally precious to repay you in the future..."
You hesitated for a moment. After all, your original plan was to bring her back to reality, but since she said so, you didn't want to disappoint her. Besides, if Jennifer were to forge a new path, you wanted to be able to anticipate its direction.
"Oh, right!" Just as she was about to return to the cult's training grounds, she suddenly said, "I was going to tell you about the Red Dragon's treatment, but I almost forgot!"
"The treatment is working quite well, and she'll be back to normal in a while!" Jennifer hesitated for a moment before continuing, "However, during the healing process, we've noticed that she seems to have a rather eccentric personality... Whether she's mentally challenged or not probably doesn't affect her ability to cause trouble..."
Hearing Jennifer's gentle words, you couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking with satisfaction: It's so good to know that Serfall will always be a fool! If her persona were to crumble, you really wouldn't know how to face her for a while.
"As for the price I mentioned earlier..." Jennifer suddenly gritted her teeth fiercely, "I originally wanted you to kiss me, but since, since you said those things today..."
A warm kiss brushed against your cheek and then vanished. You stared blankly at Jennifer, who was beaming with excitement, before letting out a soft "whoosh" and running away. Only then did you realize you'd been ambushed again.
"No, this isn't right." You frowned. "We were supposed to be the ones winning everyone over, how did it turn into everyone winning me over? No way, I have to show some manly spirit."
[Without hesitation, you immediately began researching your third spell, "Masculinity." This spell was based on the "First-Circle Spell - Heroism," incorporating elements of the "Charm" rune and reversing the basic runes of the "Greasy Spell" to enhance attractiveness and remove any greasiness.]
["...Note: The charm effect retained by this spell only works on those with whom you already have a favorable impression. On those with whom you do not have a favorable impression, it will immediately trigger their wariness and aversion...And be careful when reversing the application of the Greasiness spell, too much magic output will make its refreshing effect too strong, which may produce excess moisture..."]
[You've finished uploading the description, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You plan to wander around the city for a bit to see if anyone knows how to use this spell—the previous two spells have given you a small following, and they'll soon receive your update notifications.]
You stroll leisurely through the streets at night, the humid air of Lundia feeling comforting after your return from the underground. Suddenly, a notification of "Masculinity" appears before your eyes. Overjoyed, you quickly follow the magic radar towards the target area.
However, the more you ran, the more uneasy you felt, until you reached a familiar classroom, where you fell silent once again.
[A somewhat familiar-looking male classmate exuded an astonishing charisma. Accompanied by a powerful shout filled with conviction, he gathered his energy from his dantian, causing his magical power to surge and erupt with an extremely powerful spray of water, churning violently over the female classmate on the table.]
The torrential rain in Lundia chills your heart; the sound of the rain, like a raging storm, echoes in your ears. You feel like an old dog soaked to the bone, unable to find your own story in this sorrowful world.
You returned home dejectedly, and after much agonizing reflection, decided to develop truly useful surgical techniques.
Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and your number of followers has increased significantly. However, every time you see the appalling daily abstract contests in the discussion area, you can't help but cover your face and sigh, "What's wrong with this world?!"
During this time, your hardworking and devoted employee, Frico, was finally shocked by the ambiguous relationships you displayed with everyone and realized how shallow her understanding was. How could such strange relationships exist? You like Arte, and everyone else?
On this day, a strange, mature woman knocked on the door of the mage's tower. She possessed the fragrance of lilacs, the melancholy of lilacs, and lingered in the sun, lamenting and wandering.
"Damn it, it's you, Serfar! Don't think I won't recognize you just because you're wearing sunglasses!" you yelled. "Get back to grinding beans! We haven't been grinding soybeans for over two months, the millstone's practically covered in moss!"
"Huh?" Serfa took off her sunglasses, revealing her intelligent eyes, and asked in confusion, "Wasn't my disguise perfect enough? How did you recognize me?"
Looking at the red dragon's voluptuous figure and beautiful face, you couldn't help but sigh, shake your head, glance again at the dragon horns on her head and the dragon wings on her back, and then went into the house.
Some dragons' inner nature cannot be concealed; even if she changes into the most dignified and mature clothes, she cannot hide her astonishing wisdom that shines through.
Time flies, and a little over a year later, Serfal, now fully energized, bid farewell to you and returned to the Dragon's Nest. Lykmor fled Dragon Valley for the Thousand Dimensions; she needed to go back to guard her eggs.
"Did she forget she lent an egg to someone else?" You shook your head. Serfal seemed quite dejected after declining your invitation to help water the egg in the dragon's nest. It was clear she had great confidence in your essence, but you really didn't want to rely on wishful thinking to water the egg.
As a reciprocal gift, Serfaltor soon sent you a piece of dragon crystal. You initially intended to use it for cultivation, but after some thought, you decided to keep it, hoping it wouldn't be lost in the future and could be brought back to reality.
Regarding the previous dragon eggs, although Serfal had forgotten, you had been receiving updates on Lovestone's research progress. He had clearly made you his biggest financial backer, and upon learning that his new achievement would be ready for market in a short time, you felt a touch of感慨 (gan3kai3, a feeling of mixed emotions, including admiration and awe).
Jennifer, after a long period of seclusion, has finally reappeared. She tells you that she has indeed discovered another path—not an illusory perfect vessel, nor a physical perfect vessel like the Dark Knight, but one that contains a vast and boundless power, as gentle as a spring breeze. Based on the name you gave her, she has named it "Pure Vessel."
However, with limited knowledge of the Light, she was unaware of the differences between these powers. By chance, she learned that you were still sifting through the vessel fragments for Tina and Holnet. After a brief hesitation, Jennifer followed them into the underground.
Of course, to avoid returning as the last member to join your bed, after gritting her teeth, she became a flower thief the night before her departure.
"Everyone else raids at night by sneaking up and catching people off guard, what are you doing?" you said, looking at Jennifer who was clinging to you, rather speechless.
Jennifer looked at her glowing body, chuckled sheepishly, and said, "The new power is too strong; I haven't been able to control it well yet..."
"But...it looks beautiful." You gaze at the unabashed curves of Jennifer's body, illuminated by the light beneath her thin nightgown, and can't resist placing your hand on them.
"Right?" Jennifer's body trembled slightly as she grabbed your hand and snorted, "Let me try the kind I've seen!"
Just as you were about to give in, the magic crystal lamp above your head suddenly turned on. You looked towards the doorway in surprise, only to see Ateliers, the robin, and Yashutia peeking out. The half-elf asked with a smile, "Little knight, which one do you want to use?"
Jennifer, her face flushed, sat on you. Seeing this, she took a few deep breaths and said fiercely, "Then we'll have to find another one!"
Amidst the screams of Yashutia and the robin, Jennifer ruthlessly tossed them onto the bed. However, as she gasped for breath and tried to grab the half-elf along, she was blocked by sturdy vines.
"Are you serious, little knight?" The half-elf showed a rare look of panic, instinctively taking two steps back and saying, "I... I'll wait until I'm alone to find my brother..."
"You wish!" Jennifer's face flushed, looking like she was ready to die with you, her body blazing brightly as she snapped the vines. After a token resistance, Ateliers was tossed into your arms by Jennifer.
"You, you guys go first!" Jennifer suddenly snapped out of her daze, realizing what she had done. She turned away and frantically logged onto the magic website to find a walkthrough.
"Too late." You ruthlessly severed her connection to the magic network, and amidst her bewildered expression, like someone meeting a boss for the first time, you turned off the magic crystal lamp.
"Jennifer, could you turn off the light on you?" "Arte, let's make this clear, you're not allowed to use Life Rhythm!" "Little bird, why are you so far away? Is your head smoking?" "Hey, Yashutia, what's that stuck on you? No cheat codes allowed!"
After a period of chaos, you emerged from the darkness, leisurely holding several girls, and coughed as you said:
"Everyone, don't you think this bed is a bit narrow? I mean, if we get a wider bed, it'll be easier for us to sleep together in the future..."
Chapter 106 I'm your dog!
[A month later, you receive a letter from Lovestone, informing you that his new experiment has been a complete success, and the dragon eggs used for observation have begun to hatch. He cordially invites you to come and provide guidance.]
[Since you were already aching from the recent battles, you excitedly told the half-elf that you didn't need a kidney-tonifying meal today, and then, after a long absence, you came to the Dragon Research Association.]
The rebuilt association building appeared more understated, with only a small sign at the entrance, devoid of any dragon symbols or images. Yet, you could tell that within this unassuming house, the man had poured out all his passion.
"Your Excellency, you've arrived! It's a pleasure to see you!" Lovestone hurriedly welcomed you into the house. You looked at the dragon egg placed in the center of the house, surrounded by a huge transparent prism and fluorescent lights, and asked:
"Is your research completely finished? Has a new generation of hybrid dragons been born?"
"Not yet." Lovestone shook his head, then, with an excited smile, carried in a smaller egg from the backyard, saying:
"However, I estimate that shortly after your dragon is born, the next generation of hybrid dragons will also be hatching soon. The incubation period for hybrid dragons is much shorter than that for real dragons."
Seeing that you were listening attentively, he immediately began to give you a comprehensive overview of his research:
"After careful consideration, I chose the egg of the Swamp Giant Lizard as the mother. Although it doesn't rank high in terms of dragon bloodline concentration, in fact, it's one of the lowest, ecologically speaking, it's the type of monster I feel most similar to a dragon."
"Your Excellency should know that before an egg reaches maturity, its shell is permeable. This is to allow the egg to detect whether the external environment is suitable for its hatching. If it is not, the dragon egg will delay hatching..." Seeing your drowsy expression, he quickly sped up his speech.
"In short, I tried my best to create a suitable external environment, and through observation of real dragon eggs, I injected and applied the bloodlines of various dragon-type monsters into the lizard eggs. Over the course of more than a year, I consumed about forty lizard eggs..."
Just as you were drifting into a baby-like sleep, a cracking sound jolted you awake. Instinctively, you sprang from your chair and went to the dragon egg.
"Awooo, oh, awooo..." The tender dragon's voice emanated from the egg. Though a newborn dragon, its words already contained emotion and fluctuation.
You stared at the dragon egg, remained silent for a moment, and then uttered, "Speak human language."
"...How come you can't even speak dragon language!" the dragon egg exclaimed, completely oblivious to social cues. It paused, then continued in Common, "I said, are you my father? You look a bit weak, and you don't seem to have any bloodline power..."
Before Dragon Egg could finish speaking, you turned around decisively, said to Lovestone, "Hopeless, fire him," and strode towards the door.
"I was wrong, I was wrong!" The dragon egg instantly knelt down, howling twice, and hurriedly said, "Father, take me with you, Father! How can I live without you!"
You stared blankly at the dragon egg. In that moment, you were absolutely certain: this was definitely your seed. No one else's essence could ever create such an egg. It was no longer just a simple dragon egg; it was the rising star of this world. With it, this world would take a giant leap forward on the path to collapse!
"Bury it! Bury it immediately!" you said sternly to Lovestone. "Immediately carry out humanitarian annihilation, and then disinfect this place, that place, and your house—everything must be disinfected to prevent the virus from spreading widely."
"Aww, no! I haven't even eaten meat since I came into this world!" The dragon egg panicked. The cracks on its body began to expand rapidly. A few seconds later, with a series of crackling sounds as it hatched, a small, dark red dragon shot into your arms. It tilted its head back and licked your face with its tongue, saying, "Dad, I know you were just joking before. We're still the best father and son, right?"
You silently lifted it by the scruff of its neck, staring into its eyes for a few seconds. It was the first time you'd seen such a vivid, endearing grin on a dragon's face. You desperately resisted the urge to cover your face and sighed.
"Congratulations, boss!" Lovestone clapped obediently from the side. You reluctantly opened your bag, stuffed Little Dragon inside, and said, "Never mind, we'll discuss it when we get home."
Before leaving the Dragon Research Association, Lovestone gave you a copy of his manuscript, then walked out the door with you, squinting at the sun in the sky and saying:
"Your Excellency, it is difficult for me to express my gratitude to you. When I thought I had reached a dead end, it was you who helped me..."
You waved your hand, interrupting him, and yawned, saying, "Why are you men getting so sentimental? You get back to work, I'm busy, see you later."
Watching your resolute departure, Lovestone chuckled wryly. He sighed, his gaze resolute as he murmured, "Humanity needs its own dragons. We can't always live so comfortably under the rule of the magic network. Humanity must always strive for the future..."
["Dragon, dragon, you're two years short, forever and ever two years short..." You hummed a little tune as you walked home, when suddenly you heard a snapping sound. Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly grabbed the little dragon.]
"Dad, this candy is actually pretty good..." A look of panic flashed across Xiaolong's face, but he quickly grinned sheepishly, holding up his half-eaten dragon crystal and licking it with his tongue.
You stared in disbelief as tons of saliva dripped from the dragon crystal, inwardly cursing its vile methods, then silently stared at it for half an hour.
Silence, silence! Either erupt in silence or perish in silence! The little dragon ultimately chose to erupt and perish. There was no other way; maintaining a憨笑 (a simple, honest smile) was just too difficult for a newborn dragon. So it shook its head, waved its limbs, and rolled around in your hand:
"I just wanted to eat it! My dear, great father! I was wrong, I was wrong! But I couldn't control myself..."
You sighed helplessly, silently blaming the little dragon's awful nature on Serfar. You glanced again at the drool-covered dragon crystal, too ashamed to keep it any longer, shook your head, and tossed it into the little dragon's mouth.
The little dragon contentedly finished the dragon crystal in two bites, then flapped its four claws and followed you, circling you as it asked, "Dad, where are we going? To find my mother whom I've never met? Or should we forget about it? I feel quite comfortable following you. My inherited memories tell me that female dragons don't raise their children, and I'm afraid we'll starve to death... Dad, say something! Aren't I your dearest dragon? Why won't you speak...?"
["Aaaaaah!" You yelled in agony for half a minute, your head buzzing, then looked down at the little dragon mimicking your howl, paused for a moment, and asked, "What are you doing?"]
"Oh, oh, oh, oh..." The little dragon stopped howling, looked at you in confusion, and said, "I thought you were calling for your companions. I heard that duets travel further..."
"…Never mind." Feeling utterly defeated, you helplessly wiped away the hot tears from the corners of your eyes and said, "Let's go home first, I'll get you some meat to eat first… Damn it, I suddenly remembered that Serfar devoured all the meat in the stock before he left. Never mind, you go back and eat some vegetables first…"
After walking for a while, you looked again at the little dragon whose four legs were swinging like tires, and asked hesitantly, "Actually, I've wanted to ask this since the beginning... can't you fly? Why are you running on the ground like a dog?"
"Oh, so I can fly?" Little Dragon awkwardly flapped his wings and flew to your side, laughing, "Actually, it's not that I forgot how to fly, I just wanted to tell you, Dad, I'm your dog... Hey, hey, hey, don't go!"
A sharp pain shot through your head, and you fled home as fast as you could. Watching the little dragon fly into the house, drenched in sweat, you lay in Ateliers' arms for half an hour before you regained your ability to speak.