Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 160: The Only Martial God Forever, Rush in a Good Mood (5.3k)

Caroline's roar did not affect Farandel's explanation on the top floor of the library at all.

Her eyes turned slightly, she chuckled indifferently and put down her finger:

"It's a secret."

What I mean is, I can’t say it.

"If you want to know why the Martial God Festival is held, you have to wait until you have a pure soul and reach the sublimation stage."

Flandel spread his hands helplessly: "I'm not deliberately making things difficult for you, but I have to protect you."

Yuan Qingzhuo chewed on an energy bar and replied, "If you say so, then so be it."

"What do you mean by if I say yes?"

Farandel slammed the table in dissatisfaction.

"I will believe whatever you say. Even if you say that the Martial God Festival will be held tomorrow, I will still believe it... It's that simple."

Yuan Qingzhuo: "Just see if you have a conscience, Sister Fa, and whether you will lie to me."

"Look at what you said. When has Sister Fa ever lied to you? I almost wrote the word 'conscience' on my body."

The original cleansing cannot be denied:
"So, when will the Martial God Festival that you want me to participate in start?"

"Probably, five years from now." Flandre gulped down a large glass of water, pondered for a moment and explained in detail: "The Martial God Festival is also divided into [Youth Group] and [Adult Group]... The so-called Youth Group is only for those who are 18 years old and below the Sublimation Stage to participate - the youth version of the Martial God Cup."

Yuan Qingzhuo, who was using martial arts willpower to enhance his hearing, raised his eyebrows and found that Caroline actually became quiet after just a few yells.

It seems there is still growth.

"Both conditions must be met?"

"Yes."

Flandel nodded: "I want you to join the youth group."

——You want me to participate in the Genius Kids Fighting Cup... Since the upper limit below the sublimation stage is fixed, then it stands to reason that the pressure will be much less.

Yuan Qingzhuo thought.

"——In this way, it shouldn't be difficult to win the so-called championship and get the title of Martial God."

He saw Farandel raised the corner of his mouth: "Yuan Qingzhuo, this is what you think."

So I also want to ask if I can join the adult group.

As Yuan Qingzhuo was thinking this, he saw the thin girl in front of him extending her hand towards him, pointing to the unopened energy bar next to him.

So in order to unlock the next plot of Farandel, Yuan Qingzhuo obediently opened the energy bar and fed it to Farandel.

She bit it in one bite, swallowed it with a crunch, and then spoke incoherently: "But unfortunately, the Martial God in the Martial God Festival... Ha, there is only one person forever."

Yuan Qingzhuo's eyes were focused. He no longer tried to listen to the sounds coming from Caroline in the distance. Instead, he leaned forward and said, "Forever, only one person?"

If what Flandel said was true, then it meant that if one wanted to seize the title of [God of War], one would not only need to defeat everyone in the [Youth Group] or the [Adult Group], doesn't it?

Instead, the champion of the youth group will have to continue to beat the adult group which has stronger average strength, or vice versa is also possible.

On top of that, he has to defeat the one from the previous session, or even the session before that, or even longer ago, who may have defended the title several times, who is more experienced than everyone in this session, and who is truly worthy of this title.

Seems kind of interesting.

Yuan Qingzhuo smiled.

——No, it should be said that it is...very interesting.

So he couldn't help but be curious and asked Farandel, "Sister Fa, have you ever been a [God of War]?"

"Of course it is..."

Flandel stuck out his tongue expressionlessly. "No more - I became a legend long before this competition was created, and legends cannot participate in the Martial God Festival."

Yuan Qingzhuo showed a look of astonishment: "In other words, the purpose of the Martial God Festival is to select the strongest people below the legendary level?"

"That's half right." Flandel nodded, a trace of sleepiness flashing in his eyes. "By the way, An has been the God of War for many, many years. Whenever the strongest person met her, they were all knocked to the ground without any suspense, and their hearts were shattered..."

Yuan Qingzhuo exclaimed, and was stunned for a moment: "Sister An?"

No matter what, he could not equate the amiable Sister An, who was dressed in nun's uniform, with the word "God of War".

In Yuan Qingzhuo's impression, the God of War is either a humorous god like his master who goes crazy every other day or has unparalleled talent and genius.

At the very least, you have to be like him, appearing normal on the surface, but in fact, when you see a strong person, you want to knock the opponent to the ground with one punch after another and become a star-rage battle maniac.

But Sister An... ?
“Every time he knocks someone down easily with just a few moves, he makes an apologetic expression like ‘Ah, are you hurt?’ ‘It’s okay, I’ll treat you right away’ ‘I’m sorry I didn’t control my strength, I’m really sorry for hurting you’…”

Flandel rolled his eyes. "This is simply killing people and destroying their hearts."

Yuan Qingzhuo imagined such a scene, and after a moment he nodded with deep concern.

Before this, Yuan Qingzhuo had never even doubted An's strength - he always thought that An was just a civilian staff member, a high priest who knew some rituals.

He didn't expect that Sister An was also a hidden strong person. It seems that the safety level of this monastery is far beyond his original imagination.

I’m afraid that even if the front-line base explodes, there will be no problem here.

After a moment, he spoke again: "Besides defeating the previous Martial God, what about the Martial God Festival competition system before this?"

"I don't know. I'm not a member of the organizer. How can I manipulate you into the finals? And you don't really think I want you to become a martial god at the age of seven, kid? I'm not that crazy."

"You are going on a public-funded trip. It's so easy to get funding for the religious order now. Just make up a pretext and real money will fall from the sky. You can spend it all."

At this point, Flandel waved his hand at Yuan Qingzhuo and said, "Go away, you have almost finished asking questions. Make me a cup of coffee and leave... Don't let Caroline make a fuss again."

When Caroline was mentioned, Yuan Qingzhuo also sighed.

He stood up and skillfully brewed coffee for Flandre with a lethal amount of sugar added: "I don't know how many years it will take to correct her bad temper."
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It's not good to get angry for no reason.

After stomping the wooden steps in front of the house into pieces again, Caroline silently swept them into the trash can beside her, thinking so.

——Because Yuan Qingzhuo had not directly agreed to come over before, maybe he had something important to do first?
Yes, it is like that.

Caroline took a deep breath and sat cross-legged at the door again.

Then wait a little longer...

As time passed, Caroline's anger grew exponentially every second.

There was always a voice in her heart telling her not to get angry for no reason, and it kept saying this...

"Fuck you for no reason! Yuan Qingzhuo, get over here!"

Caroline yelled and stepped out of the door again: "You little trumpet, where have you been when you said you would be a teacher?!"

Coincidentally, a nun was passing by Caroline's house carrying a large wooden barrel full of dirty clothes.

So Caroline stomped forward, stopped in front of the nun, and asked loudly: "Sister, do you know where Yuan Qingzhuo is?!"

Christine, who was not frightened at all, stopped and poked her head out from behind the barrel. She answered without hesitation, "He was just asking me where the Saint was, but I didn't know either, so I don't know where he is."

After that, Christine lifted the wooden barrel and nodded to Caroline: "Miss Caroline, if you want to go find it, go find it. Don't block my way."

"Hmm..." Caroline, who unexpectedly got an answer, angrily stepped aside and kept muttering, "Damn little Trumpet, he would rather go find Flandre whose location is unknown than come to me..."

Star-shaped dragon flames burst out from the top of her head, which was extremely conspicuous.

So Yuan Qingzhuo, who had just walked over from a distance, exclaimed: "Caroline, why are you suddenly burning up?"

Caroline turned her head as if her passive ability was triggered, and her pair of vertical pupils instantly locked onto Yuan Qingzhuo, who was moving neither hurriedly nor slowly, and her body turned into a stream of fire and rushed forward.

“——Little Trumpet, I’m gonna kill you ahhhhh!”

Faced with Caroline, who was at least 60% angry, Yuan Qingzhuo, who had already strengthened his martial arts will, was of course not in a hurry. He thought for a moment and said, "Just now Sister Fa called me over and told me about the Martial God Festival - do you want to participate?"

With just one sentence, Yuan Qingzhuo cleared himself from Caroline's impression of "not being punctual and deliberately standing me up!"

Then he easily used the "Martial God Festival" incident to put the blame on Flandel who was drinking coffee.

Caroline, who was only half angry and still had some rationality, naturally would not cause trouble for Flandre.

So Caroline stopped walking and fell into an unspeakable silence.

Seeing that she looked easy to control, Yuan Qingzhuo continued to pretend that he didn't notice Caroline's anger and said:

"In fact, I was thinking while walking on the road just now, if I must participate in the War God Festival with another person, who should I choose?"

He sighed and stated, "It seems that there is no better choice than you."

"Hmph, really."

Caroline crossed her arms and snorted coldly: "Don't you even look at who I am?"

The sparks above the girl's head disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there was a suppressed, barely perceptible smile on the little face.

"But I can participate in the Martial God Festival, but won't you be beaten if you go up at your age?" Caroline bent down and tapped Yuan Qingzhuo's forehead with her finger: "I don't want to bring a burden to my teacher."

Yuan Qingzhuo looked at Caroline, whose anger had subsided, and felt that he had mastered the core technology that could extinguish the Dragon Girl's anger.

It's not difficult to control this kid just by praising him.

If Caroline were sent to a praise group, wouldn't she be happy for the whole year?

By then they can all be raised as electronic pets.

"The official start of the Martial God Festival is five years from now. Whether it will be delayed or not... we will talk about it then."

"That's true." Caroline narrowed her eyes slightly in seriousness: "Then teacher, we'll talk about whether you can be my teammate when the time comes."

She turned around and walked towards her home, and a voice came from the front: "But why did it take so long?"

"Sister Fa has given an order, so you have to stay... Just like if Sister An asked you to go to her place, you couldn't refuse, right?"

Yuan Qingzhuo threw an energy bar at Caroline's back and spat, "I don't know what that old guy in the wheelchair does. He has so many things to do every day."

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Qingzhuo could see Caroline's favorability bar rising visibly.

This guy……

It’s too easy to deal with.

Next, it’s time for very simple action instructions that don’t require any elaboration.

"It should be like this here, here, clamp it tight, and this side should be loosened..."

"Hmm... Oh, ah! That's it... Hmm~ Thanks."

Yuan Qingzhuo, who had rich experience in both practical and theoretical aspects, could naturally find some subtle mistakes in Caroline's movements.

Maybe it can’t be called a mistake, it’s just that Yuan Qingzhuo improved it from a better angle.

After Mr. Yuan’s instruction, Caroline taught Yuan Qingzhuo the knowledge of meditation and sitting in silence to refine the soul and polish the body.

Caroline only needed to demonstrate and explain briefly to allow Yuan Qingzhuo to glimpse another broad road - even if this road was a little too stupid and dull.

But there is no doubt that this knowledge is new and profound.

It is definitely not something that can be simply summarized by sitting in meditation.

So Yuan Qingzhuo nodded seriously and bowed to Caroline: "Teacher Caroline, please teach me."

The girl turned her head away in joy, snorting coldly:

"Then learn it well. I will only teach you once."

With Yuan Qingzhuo's serious study, it was soon evening.

The fiery red sun was about to sink into the ground.

Yuan Qingzhuo easily exited the meditation state and asked Caroline, who was swinging her sword and sweating profusely, "So, is it the same principle to increase spiritual essence reserves?"

"drink!"

Caroline swung a sword that could easily kill an ordinary sublimation demon. She nodded without hesitation: "The principle is the same, but there are many differences in the details. After all, spiritual essence is different from the physical body."

Yuan Qingzhuo exhaled lightly, feeling his body relax a little, and said solemnly: "Then I'll trouble you tomorrow as well."

"It's simple." Caroline waved her hand, pursed her lips, wiped the iron sword and put it aside; "If you have any questions about this, just ask me! No one in the monastery knows how to meditate better than me."

Beads of sweat flowed down her face, and her fiery red high ponytail looked particularly bright under the sunset.

The girl's face was red, and I didn't know if it was because of the sun or the heat.

Yuan Qingzhuo, who had been meditating for the whole afternoon, thought about the time he had agreed with Rush before leaving, and asked Caroline, "Are you free later? Do you want to go to the cafeteria to have a meal together? I'll bring Rush with me so you can get familiar with him."

"She is a thoughtful person. It will be bad if she is always made to cry by you in the future." Yuan Qingzhuo stood up and said, "It won't matter once we get to know each other well."

Rush?

Oh, it’s the kid with the blood of the Demon Duke this morning.

Actually, I feel quite sorry for her.

"Then you just wait for me to take a shower and cool off."

Caroline wiped the sweat from her forehead and raised her finger: "Five minutes."

Yuan Qingzhuo, who had already completed his 20-carb intake, touched his still flat abdomen and nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay, take your time washing, there's still a lot of time left before the set time."

Caroline opened the door and walked downstairs. A voice came from below: "I said five minutes, that's five minutes! No more, no less!"

Alas, child.

——What Caroline said was right. It only took her four minutes to blow-dry her long hair and walk out the door wearing new clothes.

Yuan Qingzhuo, who was sitting at the door, was thinking about what to eat later: "So soon?"

"Let's go, lead the way."

Caroline walked over to him and tapped his thigh with her toes.

Yuan Qingzhuo praised the super fast bath sincerely: "Amazing."

"of course?"

Caroline snorted.

The favorability bar jumped again.
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He was told to lead the way to the cafeteria, but Yuan Qingzhuo didn't expect that he would actually become the guide.

Caroline followed behind him, looking around curiously from time to time - just like a wanderer who hadn't returned to his hometown for several years and found that his hometown had changed a lot.

But she stayed in the monastery all the time.

——This guy seems to have been staying at home all the time, practicing being a stay-at-home, and he doesn’t even know where the cafeteria is.

I don't socialize at all, I don't go out, I just stay at home or in places where there are no people, I maintain the same routine every day, I don't say a few words to anyone in a month, and this has been going on for several years.

It's just self-discipline like self-abuse...

Yuan Qingzhuo withdrew his gaze from the curious baby's face behind him.

——Caroline can get angry at any time like this, she is really amazing.

"Brother Zhuo—here!"

From a distance, Yuan Qingzhuo could see a little kid shouting and waving at the crowd at the cafeteria entrance.

Even Caroline's attention was drawn to it.

Thinking of how Caroline could easily make Rush cry in the morning, Yuan Qingzhuo slowed down his pace and emphasized in her ear: "Don't call Rush a little devil or a devil-half-blood. Just call her Rush or Little Rush. And don't mention the horns on her head..."

Within dozens of meters of Rush, Yuan Qingzhuo gave Caroline an urgent series of common sense in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Don't worry!"

Caroline patted her budding chest and assured, "Look how easy it is for me to establish a good relationship with her."

This scene was originally Qingzhuo's scientific popularization behavior in order to maintain a good relationship between Caroline and Rush, but in Rush's eyes, it naturally became a manifestation of a very good relationship between them.

"It's only been two days..."

As Rush waved, he thought, "Has Brother Zhuo and Miss Caroline become so close?"

The girl felt a little itchy in her heart.

——But, this is a good thing, isn’t it?
Brother Zhuo has made new friends, so he should be happy.

Well, I also have to work hard to become friends with Miss Caroline, who is a little silly but very handsome and beautiful!
After finishing dinner in the cafeteria, Yuan Qingzhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Caroline spoke much more cleverly under his explicit and implicit hints and guidance.

And Rush seemed to be in a good mood.

It seems that today's operation to help the two of them eliminate the gap and at least become acquaintances was a great success.

After dinner, Rush went home and happily continued to build the unfinished set of Imperial Capital building blocks.

What made Yuan Qingzhuo a little strange was that she never mentioned going to the amusement park... Since she didn't mention it, it meant that Rush didn't want to go or had already been there.

Because Rush, at least in front of him, was a kid who spoke his mind.

She would ask for anything she wanted--it had always been that way.

Now it seems that little Rush is completely addicted to building blocks... Will this be a common topic with the modeler in the future?
Concentrating his thoughts, Yuan Qingzhuo focused on the various techniques described in the book in front of him to speed up the "increase of spiritual energy reserves".

He pondered for a while, and suddenly thought:
——If I use the will of martial arts to imitate and superimpose these techniques, will the speed at which my spiritual essence limit increases skyrocket?

Without too much hesitation.

Yuan Qingzhuo started doing it as soon as he thought of it.

(End of this chapter)