Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

The future is uncertain, and we are all but beasts of burden!

Chapter 24 Holy crap! I need to read this urgently!

On June 18th, I was thrilled to receive the first round of trial promotion for my new book. When I saw the messages and messages coming in from the back end, I was completely bewildered.

Wow, it's only a little over 5 words and it's already getting a recommendation! If no one clicks "follow me," I'll just send it to them already!!

As mentioned in the book club, if you don't follow the story, you won't get recommendations, and if you don't get recommendations, you have to send it to the bookstore. So, young books need to be nurtured (playing the victim).

If you, dear readers, simply turn to the last page, you can add another chapter for me to read...

Especially on Tuesdays, recommendations are given based on the number of readers that day. You absolutely must not let your readership grow on Tuesdays, or they might disappear from your feed.

In short, please keep reading! (Please, please!)

I love you so much~

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Off topic:

the first:

Some readers have commented that 1000 draws is too many. Thank you for your patronage.

In fact, if I set too many rewards, causing the protagonist's strength to increase too quickly, it would easily lead to the collapse of the power system, and the sense of nurturing from childhood would also be greatly weakened. That's why there are so many "thank you for your patronage".

But upon closer reflection, all those "thank yous for your patronage" messages do make one uncomfortable, giving the impression that "one has struggled most of their life just to grab a bite to eat."

After careful consideration, I've decided to make some changes.

A mechanism will be added later in the story to recycle these "thank you for your patronage" messages, increasing the fun and giving them secondary value.

It shouldn't be so painful to look at then.

second:

Gacha stories are not necessarily enjoyable or satisfying stories; I need to emphasize that here.

In this book, the "golden finger" is merely a legitimate reason for the protagonist to grow faster and more enjoyably. The main focus is not the golden finger, but rather the storyline and worldview that I want to express.

I chose to use the gacha pull option simply because I kept getting the wrong character even with the pity system in Honkai Impact 3rd, and I wanted to commemorate the 5,000+ yuan I lost.

third:

Some words with a strong Chinese style can indeed create a sense of disconnect for readers.

Since I was writing about the female lead before, I instinctively avoided these words, but now that I'm writing about the male lead, I couldn't help myself.

I will change, definitely next time.

fourth:

The fact that in a family of high status, the eldest and second eldest brothers are both top talents, while the third son is a good-for-nothing, is not a mistake in the setting.

Don't ask, because there's foreshadowing.

Thank you to the readers who raised these questions and provided feedback.

We will try our best to change what we can.

that's all.

By the way, I'd like to ask for a small reward, hehe~ (shrugs)

Chapter 25, Section 24: So-called power means flying flesh and blood!

In the eyes of the man in black, the charging Domi was like a wolf king that had not yet grown up; he was young, but his ferocity was already evident.

The dagger, which had been thrust out from a tricky angle, was now forced into a defensive stance.

Ding! !

Tiny sparks flew as the two daggers clashed together, producing a pleasant clashing sound.

Unable to gain the upper hand in their first encounter, the two retreated a few steps to create distance between themselves.

The information obtained from the probe was quickly processed, and Domi was slightly puzzled about the man opposite him.

He clearly had the body of an adult and decent fighting skills, but after exchanging blows, he discovered that the man seemed to be a bit... powerless when attacking.

As a result, attacks that could originally send Domi flying with pure force can now only go toe-to-toe with him.

Is the power that an adult can exert the same as that of a human child who appears to be 7 years old but is actually 13?

Did you masturbate too much?

But this is good, at least the gap isn't too big anymore.

I still have the strength to fight!

"System, use [Siddhartha Kayn Shadow Scythe's Killing Tips]!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene before his eyes shifted rapidly, and his vision and senses synchronized with Kayn's...

It was a river that flowed through the forest, meandering and stretching all the way to the city-states of Noxus.

Looking back, countless Noxian soldiers clad in black and red armor and wielding swords, spears, and halberds surged up from the lower reaches of the river, forming a vast, surging mass.

On the other hand, he only had a few subordinates dressed in black Shadow Stream attire, about fifty in total. Compared to an army of thousands, they were as insignificant as ants.

Just then, another deep and rugged voice came to his mind: "Kayn, how I long for the taste of blood rolling in the water."

Kayn stretched out his hand, and a ferocious giant scythe over two meters long appeared in his hand.

Its entire body was blood-red, and a huge eyeball was embedded where the hilt met the blade. It seemed to be alive; Domi saw it turn slightly.

Such a massive scythe was like a child's toy in Kayn's hands; he twirled it with ease, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and looked down at the hundreds of soldiers below with disdain in his eyes. He spoke in a carefree, unrestrained voice:

"Then today is the day to relive that experience, Laaste. Wait by the river, and the enemy will fall like fallen petals on a flowing river!"

"That's right, let's dye this river red!"

Domi could clearly feel Kayn's way of exerting force; powerful energy flowed through his body, methodically heading to wherever it was needed.

First, the soles of the feet.

Kayn led his men in a charge against the Noxians, the raging winds cleaved through them with his scythe, and he was at the forefront!

Soon, weapons clashed!

Then there's the arms and core.

Driven by both, the spinning giant scythe, like a meat grinder, ripped off the heads of the Noxians one by one, the whistling of the blades accompanied by Kayn's maniacal laughter.

He was like an artist, performing the art of killing amidst piles of corpses!

The sharp blade sliced ​​through flesh and blood, the head flew into the air! Internal organs were scattered on the ground!

After killing one, they move on to the next, with almost no pause, and the scythe never cuts the same person twice.

When multiple enemies surround him, he will turn into a shadow and merge into the ground, then emerge from another place to continue sweeping with his giant scythe and piercing with his sharp blade.

To achieve a precise and efficient massacre.

Domi didn't possess Kayn's physical attributes or scythe-wielding skills; the only thing he could sense was Kayn's absolute control over his own strength and the battlefield.

No effort is wasted, and no one dies unexpectedly, just like every crucial move in Go can carve out a path through adversity.

As for those unbelievable skill effects, perhaps that's another reason why he can still move with ease even when surrounded and blocked by thousands of people.

Bold yet meticulous, daring to act, and even when in dire straits, still standing on the moral high ground to relentlessly mock the enemy.

Domi felt he had grasped the essence of it.

"The power of Noxus is a joke," he laughed.

Kayn used Shadowstep once again.

The Noxian commander lost his target once again. He looked around frantically, trying to find Kayn, but the next second, a blood-stained scythe was against his neck, and a demonic whisper echoed in his ears:

"Darkness has fallen."

The scene abruptly ended there, and the crystallization of insights also made a cracking sound.

The flow of time returned to normal, and he returned to his body.

After a battle that lasted for several hours and resulted in the slaughter of thousands, even the somewhat rusty assassination skills underwent a glorious advancement under the baptism of blood.

They were all born to kill, and their paths led to the same end.

Assassination Techniques: From Beginner to Proficient

He weighed the dagger in his hand; its shape and weight felt incredibly familiar, as if it were an extension of his hand.

A hint of confusion appeared in the black-clad man's cloudy eyes. He couldn't understand why his seemingly harmless opponent had transformed into a demon who had killed countless people in the blink of an eye.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

Just as the man was filled with doubt, Domi suddenly launched an attack.

Power flows to where it is needed; yes, that's the feeling—power arises from the heart and moves with the body!

At that moment, he became the master of his own body.

The force on the dagger had doubled, and the speed was so fast that the man almost couldn't react.

The sharpened dagger sliced ​​through the facial skin, spurting out dark-colored blood. The blood almost gushed from the neck.

Once behind the man, Domi gave him no time to react, using the advantage of being behind him to launch another attack.

This time, they've targeted the heart.

Kayn's knowledge of assassination techniques told him the location of his heart, as if pointing it to a spot with an invisible finger, and whispering in a seductive tone:

"Look, this is the heart. Put the dagger in, plunge it in hard!"

Then listen to the sound of life fading away, listen to the pitiful, desperate final groans!

That will be the spoils of war for the victors!

puff! !