Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Being a simp who only fawns over one person is called being a simp, but if someone showers a group of women with sweet words, then they're a scumbag.

“…Perhaps you are right,” Aglaia agreed.

"Many things that bring romance are actually ordinary or even crude, but those who are deeply involved in them rarely realize this... They will see a quagmire as a spring of sweet water and coarse silk as gold thread."

“But…” Aglaia looked at her intently.

Chapter 1241 This is my ability

"But the larvae of romance parasitize everyone's heart, and they may transform into butterflies at any time, making those who could see clearly become blind."

"This is a blessing bestowed upon everyone by Meneta, and perhaps also a curse."

Yan Huan understood what Aglaia meant.

Even the most rational person can fall in love, regardless of their status or position.

This brings us to a pure-love warrior who bravely ventured into the Tree of Imaginary Numbers.

Not far away, Paris's call could be heard.

"Girl! Hurry up, it's time for parting!"

Aglaia glanced at the Heavenly Wrath Hunter.

"Is it your friend calling you? Farewell, may the golden threads not hold you back."

"Ah."

The Wrath Hunter nodded slightly, then bid farewell to Aglaia and went to meet Paris.

Near the garden, Paris smiled faintly:

"How about it? Isn't life in our Holy City much happier than in Suspended Edge City, where people are fighting every day?"

“That’s true,” the Heavenly Punishment Hunter admitted.

"But I feel saddened by such happiness."

"The strife outside the city is about to breach the city walls, yet your citizens are still indulging in a false peace, shamelessly enjoying their comfort."

"Compared to the blood-sucking lions tamed by the Spear of Heaven's Wrath, you are nothing but a flock of lambs spoiled by Cephall."

Hearing the Wrath Hunter say such things, Pariston felt heartbroken.

But I still forced myself to say it:

"But the right to enjoy comfort is precisely what makes Ohmma so appealing."

"Your pride has already abandoned you, so why not put on a sheepskin and enjoy the happiness of the sheepfold?"

"..." The Heavenly Punishment Hunter did not answer.

“Okay, I’ll take your silence as agreement.” Paris smiled. “I’ll go find you a suitable bed right now.”

"Dude? You're really going to put her up in your house?" Yan Huan emerged from the flower bushes, shocked.

"I've been following you guys all day! You're still flirting with Stone, I thought you were joking!"

"Big brother, I'm very serious, okay?"

Paris was quite helpless as he watched Yan Huan staring intently at the Heavenly Punishment Hunter.

"Also, this young lady is a good person and would never harm the residents. Please stop following us!"

"Even if she really hurt someone, put all the blame on me, okay?! It has nothing to do with you, I'll take responsibility!"

"You can't possibly be responsible for anything!" Yan Huan patted the petals off her clothes and scrutinized Paris.

"Tell me honestly, what exactly do you want?"

“I love this girl, what am I doing?” Paris emphasized again.

"Why won't you believe me? I'm just someone who's curious about the unusual."

"Besides that, I have another goal!"

Paris longed for it:

"My life so far has been nothing more than preparation for a journey that has yet to begin: joining the army to save money, gathering intelligence, and..."

Paris looked at the Wrath Hunter beside him.

"Looking for travel companions who are willing to travel with me."

"Once I've made all the preparations for my trip, I will definitely repay you for all the kindness you've shown me, hero, believe me!"

After saying this, Paris grabbed the Heavenly Punishment Hunter's arm and led her away from Yan Huan's sight once again.

"..."

Actually, even if Yan Huan didn't keep such a close eye on things, there wouldn't be any problem.

After all, Aglaia's gold threads are all over Ohmar, and if the Scourge Hunter has any problems, he will be taken down immediately.

But here is the problem.

"If we go back to this past world, will we disrupt history?" Yan Huan looked at Xia Die beside her.

Since entering Ohma City, Xia Die has tried her best to suppress her presence and dared not say much.

“…There’s a chance.” Xia Die nodded.

"But it's also possible... that our return is simply part of history."

"Oh? Is that so?" Yan Huan asked thoughtfully.

This point in time occurred after Nicardi had already been contaminated.

……

Some time passed.

Yan Huan then discovered the Heavenly Punishment Hunter in the square of Ohma City.

She stood there blankly, lost in thought.

"Hey, where's that grandson of a man, Paris?"

Yan Huan stepped forward and asked:

"Did you sleep in the same bed?"

There is no day or night in Ohma City, but Yan Huan calculated that today is the third day that the Heavenly Punishment Hunter has stayed in the Holy City.

They've been alone together for three days now; if things go smoothly, they might even get their marriage certificate.

“No.” The Heavenly Punishment Hunter looked at Yan Huan.

"The weak are not worthy to sleep with me."

"That's it..."

Looking at the Heavenly Punishment Hunter, Yan Huan could roughly confirm that she would not harm humans.

"Hero, I have a question."

The Heavenly Punishment Hunter looked at Yan Huan and asked:

"When I am fighting on the battlefield, I do not need to beg for the drooping branches of Ceres, nor do I need to drive away the flying insects of Meneta."

"Sand and blood can cover my worries, and the sound of the horn will lead me forward."

"But in this holy city, the spring water of the Marble Palace has washed away the sand and blood, and the songs on the dawn cliffs have drowned out the horns."

"Standing under a cloudless sky, I can't see anything clearly."

"Tell me... what's wrong with me?"

"..." Regarding the question about the Heavenly Punishment Hunter, Yan Huan understood that this guy had lost his way.

Previously, her task was to follow the main force and shoot wherever the commander told her to.

All he does is hit people and sleep.

But once they arrived in Ohma, suddenly there was no need to fight anymore, all they had to do was sleep...

It's like asking what the meaning of life is.

"Although I hate to say this, the meaning of life is not something we come up with ourselves, but something that others give us."

Yan Huan stared at the Heavenly Punishment Hunter before her and instructed him:

"In short, I'm glad you're not harming the residents. But you can't be sure the residents here don't have any complaints about you."

In the future city of Ohma, Yan Huan had never heard of any Heavenly Punishment Hunters being citizens.

In other words, this guy won't live to see that time, or he'll be driven out of the Holy City.

Wan Die has now led some of the Suspended Peak tribesmen to join Ohmar, but none of the Divine Punishment's followers are among them.

After all, the Creatures of Strife were forged by the Titans of Strife, and would certainly stand on the side of Nicardo.

Looking at the hunter of divine retribution who seemed to have been brainwashed by sweet talk, Yan Huan felt a deep sense of pity.

Her future is destined to be unhappy.

"Girl—where are you?!" Paris's voice called from afar.

"Huh? It's you again!"

Upon discovering Yan Huan near the Heavenly Punishment Hunter, Paris quickly jogged over, saying smugly:

"See? This girl would never harm the residents here; she's completely trustworthy!"

"Hmm, I have to say, you're really good at picking up girls." Yan Huan gave Paris a thumbs up.

"I hope you won't abandon her."

If Paris ultimately abandons the Wrath Hunter, what will become of her?

She will no longer have anyone familiar in Ohma City, and even if she returns to Suspended Peak City, she will not escape death.

Like a toy, being discarded signifies the end of life.