"Hahaha! What a coincidence!"
Lynn laughed heartily, feeling particularly cheerful, and slapped his thigh to express his joy at this unexpected reunion.
"I was wondering why I couldn't find you later, so you secretly ran here! If I hadn't suddenly thought to come check this place out, I wouldn't have known you were hiding here!"
"Just like your style!"
Crack—
A barely audible breaking sound.
Dragon Amon stared blankly at the spot where he had just received that little slap.
It seemed... the bone had fractured...
Buzz—
His mind went completely blank, and the entire dragon was dazed.
That strength...
That incredibly annoying tone of voice...
Could it be... could it possibly be...
"You... you're Lynn!!" he shouted in terror, instantly spreading his wings.
"You're actually still alive!!!"
Lynn crossed his arms and smiled slightly: "Of course, how could I possibly die? However..."
Lynn corrected his choice of words, hesitating: "Are you sure you want to address me by my name?"
Amon's entire body trembled violently.
No!
Absolutely impossible!
He couldn't possibly still be alive. He hadn't been a bootlicker for many years now, and he absolutely wouldn't call him by that title again.
He had dignity, he had dragon pride!
Amon, you must be strong, don't be afraid!
You absolutely cannot submit again!!
"Godfather!"
Amon shamefully lowered his proud head, reluctantly o(╥﹏╥)o calling out that cursed title he had freed himself from for a thousand years.
"Those were the days! Those were the days indeed!" Lynn's eyes immediately welled up with tears.
He remembered clearly.
Back when he went to govern the Dragon Clan, he happened to meet this ice dragon.
Initially, Lynn didn't want to pay him any attention, but he couldn't resist that sweet talk!
Calling him "father" this and "your grandson" that...
The flattery was just too comfortable!
And so.
After his repeated pleading, Lynn had no choice but to make an exception and let him become one of his mounts.
Thinking about those times, Lynn couldn't help but smile.
This was his favorite jester back then!
"What fate! This is truly fate!" Lynn wiped his moist eyes, saying emotionally:
"Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, it really makes one want to cry no matter where you are!"
Amon o(╥﹏╥)o said: "Yes! Yes! Your son is so moved too!"
No! No! I'm not moved at all!
I really didn't want to see you ever again!
I haven't been a bootlicker for many years!
Weren't you dead?
Weren't you killed by the gods a thousand years ago?
Why do I have to meet you here again!
Heavens above!
He wanted to burst into tears.
Lynn couldn't contain his smile and said: "So, little Amon, what are you doing here? You seemed very happy earlier."
Amon o(╥﹏╥)o said: "Not at all! After I thought Godfather was killed, I suffered for a whole thousand years. I called out your name in my dreams every day, hoping you would return once more. I dreamed of you constantly! Dreamed of my most respected Godfather!"
Why!
Why on earth!
He had clearly stopped being a bootlicker for so many years.
Why could he still flatter so fluently!
Amon o(╥﹏╥)o pointed at the palace and said: "Godfather, look, I prepared this palace for you while you were still alive, planning for you to come enjoy the scenery whenever you wanted..."
"For these thousand years, I've been meticulously crafting it for you! All in hopes that you would return one day!"
Looking at the magnificent palace, Lynn was immediately moved.
"Good son! Truly my good son! How thoughtful!"
Amon was already crying.
Why was his heart saying one thing, but his mouth automatically speaking such smooth flattery!
The palace he had spent a thousand years building!
It was just completed yesterday, and he hadn't even had the chance to enjoy it...
Lynn wiped his emotional tears and smiled through them:
"Indeed worthy of being my favorite mount, your filial piety..."
Amon trembled instantly.
He's accepting it?
He's accepting it, isn't he?!!
Is he?!!
Lynn said tearfully: "I'll reluctantly accept it then. Go find yourself another good spot to build one too, you mustn't suffer!"
"..."
"..."
Amon o(╥﹏╥)o said: "It's no suffering at all... thank you for your grace, Father, Amon is about to cry!"
Why!
Why can I speak words of gratitude so fluently!
This palace was clearly built for myself!
Oh gods!
"Go on then! Go play!" Lynn waved his hand, teary-eyed: "Go find a good spot first, Father has some things to do, we'll have a good chat later!"
Amon o(╥﹏╥)o said: "Yes, Father, take care."
Then under Lynn's teary gaze, Amon flapped his massive wings and flew away crying.
Lynn wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, feeling deeply moved.
What a coincidence!
It really was such a coincidence.
Being able to meet his devoted little bootlicker again truly added a different color to his boring life!
Could this be destiny?
Lynn wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and sat pensively on the high throne.
His lips curled into a slight smile.
His body instantly began to glow with light.
The next moment, he transformed into a mysterious sovereign holding a staff, tall in stature, with ice-blue divine light flickering in his eyes.
A goddess who looked incredibly powerful.
"Hehe, now I just need to wait to drag my loli master in here."
As for why he transformed into a goddess, there was certainly a significant reason.
After all, following the incident with Vivian.
Lynn deeply realized.
A powerful and handsome male could very easily steal a young girl's heart.
Therefore, to prevent his loli master from developing feelings for others.
Taking the form of a goddess was very reasonable; this was the result of his careful consideration.
I'm simply a genius!
Of course, Lynn had also considered transforming into other non-human forms.
But fearing it might frighten his loli master, this was the only option.
Lynn's lips curled into a smile as he held his staff, divine light above his head, and said:
"Just waiting for my loli master now!"
...
Meanwhile.
In the wizard tower.
Nanako lay on her soft bed, the blanket covering her face, only revealing a pair of sapphire-like eyes, sometimes hiding her face, sometimes peeking out.
"So, how should the disciple teach themselves?"
"Surely they're not planning to sneak in and knock Nanako unconscious... and then..."
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
