The characteristics of First Embrace and your wife’s hairstyle are a bit hard to hold together.
Should he play a cameo in the Shadow Stab Sequence, specifically targeting those with a side ponytail?
First go up for a First Embrace, lower the wife’s guard, and apply the Suggestion Technique.
Then a critical hit to end the wife’s life?
He carefully examined this "wife hairstyle" trait.
Any attack is considered a critical hit, interesting!
Does a love critical hit count as a critical hit?
And what about that... does it count as a critical hit?
Then he found it even harder to hold it together.
He felt the Blessed with Many Children System was getting harder to rate.
"Forget it, I’ll sleep when faced with difficulties."
He glanced at the talents shared by the kid over there.
[Shadow Monarchy (SSR)]
[Shadow Magic Guidebook (R)]
[Shadow Affinity (R)]
"Eh? All Shadow Stab type talents, whatever, I’ll sleep first."
He was too sleepy and plopped onto the bed.
This weekend he still had to visit the Fantasy Association.
The plan to go to the Fantasy Association was not going smoothly.
Because Fat Daniel came to find him.
"Brother, you smell nice!"
Pushing open Chloe’s door with a kick, he didn’t even finish his sentence before flying backward.
Chloe sent him flying to hang on the wall.
He didn’t mind, healed himself, and happily bounced back to his side.
"Brother, 20 minutes! Just 20 minutes! Help the kids, I don’t want to be torn apart by the Little Lions in our Society~ bleh, Lion Heart Society."
"Daniel, why are you trying to act pitiful in front of me?" Chloe snorted, "Do you think I’ll feel guilty, that I’m that kind of person?"
Seeing Fatty’s head droop in disappointment, Chloe softened a bit, but still pretended to be impatient:
"Where to? Let’s be clear, 20 minutes, any longer and I’m not going."
——The implication is to help out the son from the original dorm room.
Daniel let out a wail.
"Come for Mayer cuisine!"
"What, so cheap? Fatty, have you been down and out recently? You don’t need to treat me."
"Get lost, I meant let’s go eat at Mayer Restaurant!"
"Wow? You’re treating juniors? That place isn’t cheap."
"That’s a restaurant passed down from the King of Redemption era, you liked braised squab, didn’t you? Today, it’s all you can eat!"
"Daniel, you do know me well, we’re good brothers, how could I flake on you?"
Chloe stayed at the Lion Heart Society gathering for an hour.
The Little Lions from the Lion Heart Society jokingly said they’d tear up the president if they didn’t bring Chloe senior, but it was a joke in the end.
When he arrived, the new students at the gathering, drunk as skunks, laughed:
"Who doesn’t know President Daniel’s situation, never thought he’d really get him to come."
Then, looking up, they saw Daniel twisting his big butt, walking in arm-in-arm with Chloe senior.
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"Wahhh~ Long live the President!"
Fatty’s chin was lifted to the sky, his short blond hair hanging down.
At this moment, he somewhat resembled the Lion King.
The Little Lions were very happy, even Daniel got drunk with them.
He didn’t actually let Fatty treat him; he paid for his portion directly.
Fatty mumbled for a long while, saying "Today’s expenses are on Mr. Daniel," even in a half-drunken state shared half of it.
"Good brother, you really have a heart."
After saying a few words, he passed out.
Chloe felt like spitting on him but thought that might reward him.
With Fatty’s thick skin, the next day he might flaunt the spit stain to girls, boasting "If you kiss that spot, it’s like kissing my good brother."
If a weird girl actually wants to kiss it, what then?
The Dead Fatty would run at light speed, shouting, "You just want my brother’s body!"
Daniel’s actually hard to evaluate, an inherently abstract Sacred Body.
But if he were truly lewd, Chloe wouldn’t give him face.
As classmates, he carried Fatty back to the dormitory.
Luckily he had Giant Strength, or else dragging this guy back would have exhausted him.
Dropping him on the bedroom bed, he noticed a few more recording crystals under Fatty’s bed.
This thing was the otherworldly version of a disc.
"The socially awkward widowed snow woman and the hypnotic ring"
"Lose weight, then picking up an Amazon Wife"
Chloe gave a single thumbs up.
After some mocking, he decided to give a harsh critique.
"Fatty, watching discs won’t get you a girlfriend, I’ll just hold these for you."
Logically, Daniel’s family isn’t lacking money. While a bit chubby, he’s still likable, getting a girlfriend shouldn’t be that hard.
Yet this scoundrel spends his life dedicating his "youth" to the Fantasist in his dreams, gallivanting under that guise in front of girls, yet not even daring to hold their hand.
Even after being unveiled by Chloe, he insisted on his principle.
"Alright, brother, I won’t accompany you today, I’m heading to the Fantasy Association to feast my eyes on the seniors and the president."
"No, don’t, brother, let’s lift some weights, fried chicken, beer... also unlimited!"
Fatty, dazed and clearly still not fully awake.
Chloe didn’t ensure he’d remember but just said:
"I’ve already made an appointment with someone, breaking it is unacceptable."
"Fan...Fantasist... a lot of pretty girls, be careful."
Fatty turned over, already snoring.
Chloe mocked himself.
A good brother even worried about him.
It wasn’t like he was entering a monster’s lair, could mystical creatures from the Silk Cave suddenly appear and eat him?
And then he was surrounded by creatures from the Fantasy Association’s office.
A bunch of newly recruited members from the Association left him unable to move.
Mostly girls who rushed over after hearing the news.
Guys came as well; after all, it was a novelty.
Who doesn’t know Chloe from the Healing Class, being an orphan, had to purchase extraordinary materials and equipment by himself?
It’s said he spent his spare time taking jobs outside.
Not just them, even classmates from the Healing Series never saw him after class.
"Alright, everyone spread out, don’t crowd him."
A voice devoid of emotion sounded.
The originally noisy crowd immediately dispersed.
Lilith sitting at the bar of the Association took a sip of her wine.
The wine reflected her cold face, revealing a neck of jade, and though her clothes were ordinary, on her it exuded an elegance that made her beauty striking, entirely showcasing her soft and graceful femininity.
She was far taller than the average woman, her body straight like a pine tree, carrying a slight sense of oppressiveness.
She raised her wine glass, sunlight spilling into the spacious room.
Everyone clapped gently.
The old members stood solemnly, getting to their feet.
The newcomers seemingly caught the vibe, also straightened their chests.
She stood up like a queen backed by applause, a strand of hair slipping down, her pretty face now holding an imperceptible smile.
No longer indifferent, for a moment it was heart-piercing, her demeanor dazzling.
"Welcome under my rule, welcome to the Fantasy Association."
The next moment, she reverted to a lazy demeanor.
"Miseria, I’m thirsty, go get me a coffee..."
The queenly aura previously exuded instantly plummeted.
The queen of the Association, Lilith, was instantly reduced to a lazy bum.