About how my wife resurrected me as tentacles after my death.

Yu Wan lay face down on the pillow, her long, silvery-white hair spread out, her eyes glazed over...

Her lips curled upwards into a silly, rounded shape.

He just looks a bit dull.

Chen Yuan lay beside her, watching her like this, lost in thought...

Xiao Yu has fallen so low as to be completely beyond redemption.

How could this happen?

His evil god is definitely problematic.

Okay... actually, Xiao Yuwan was pretty much the same before.

It was the same when I first turned 18; I would snuggle into his arms every morning.

After rubbing against him, she looked up at him with her red, misty eyes and said, "Ah Yuan likes me the most, doesn't she?"

And then it started... hehehe... um~ um~ um~......

It's probably because too much time has passed; after all, it's been five years of suppressed emotions.

He was talking about emotions, nothing else.

Cough cough... It's his fault, it's his fault.

He sighed.

The tentacles were not breathing, but he did make a sighing motion.

Then it slid off the pillow, landed on the floor, and crawled towards the workroom.

The sub-level 5 magic core is still on the workbench, next to the three level 4 magic cores that I just collected at the north city wall.

Two of them are the dragon's minions, and the other is the one that I killed solo in the Gobi Desert.

The four magic cores on the workbench emanated a bloodthirsty aura, turning the entire workspace a dark red.

Po Zhenzi is currently using ten level-three magic cores connected in parallel for power, and he can kill level-three magical beasts with a single shot.

But against a level four opponent, it becomes nothing more than a fire poker.

Moreover, the limitations of using guns are too great.

When he doesn't have time to mimic, he can't just let Yu Wan swing her little tentacles around and slash everywhere.

Imagine that scene.

On the battlefield, Yu Wan pulled it out of her collar and smashed it on the monster's head like she was swinging a purple baguette.

Should I forge a sword using a level 5 sub-magic core?

Chen Yuan looked down at the fist-sized, dark red magic core, then at the tip of his tentacles.

Why bother with knives? Knives are too common and require no skill.

Cold weapons are for people who lack the ability to develop them.

The limitation is only due to insufficient firepower, so let's stuff all the usable magic cores into the gun barrel.

He has tentacles that can differentiate, allowing him to operate both a large welding torch and a large iron hammer simultaneously.

They also possessed an energy perception at the level of the Great Old Ones, in their own opinion.

It can disassemble and reassemble the energy patterns of the magic core one by one, and add them all into the Breaking Formation.

He flipped out the blueprints on the workbench and quickly sketched a few new renovation plans on them.

The gun barrel was thickened, and the original level 3 magic core alloy was replaced with an alloy smelted from level 4 magic cores.

The power supply array was changed from ten slots in parallel to fourteen slots, and one sub-five-stage and three four-stage stages were added.

The magic core is very hard, but it is even harder; it is hard everywhere.

He used his tentacles to wrap around the level-four magic core, maximizing his power amplification, and then tightened his grip.

"Bang--!!!"

The air itself seemed to tremble.

Peel away the shattered outer shell to reveal the complete, high-purity energy core inside.

It's the size of a fingernail, like a tiny sun compressed to its maximum size.

Then take out the welding torch and put on the small mask.

Sparks flew from the welding torch, and he simultaneously sprouted several tentacles.

One is for holding the welding torch, one is for holding the torch barrel, and one is for tightening screws.

Sizzle sizzle.....

That voice... why does it sound so much like his voice?

His hand holding the welding torch paused for a moment.

No, no, what do you mean by electrocuting him?

Why did you shock him?

He's a small tentacle now, and he's the one electrocuting Chen Yuan. What does his tentacle have to do with it?

That’s right.

The stun gun was prepared for Chen Yuan, who is a tentacle monster and has gained immunity to electric shock damage.

In no time, he finished building the new long-range sniper rifle.

The new version of Po Zhenzi leaned against the wall, its dark alloy surface swirling with energy patterns from the fusion of four magic cores.

Dark red, deep purple, and dark green.

The power supply array has been expanded from ten slots to fourteen slots, with a sub-level 5 magic core occupying the core position and three level 4 magic cores surrounding it.

Beyond that are ten level-three magic cores.

perfect.

He casually tossed the small mask aside, wiped away non-existent sweat from his fingertips, and then felt a gaze fall upon him.

Yu Wan woke up at some point and sat down next to him, resting her head on her hand and watching him.

Xiao Yuwan used to be like that too.

When he was fixing things, she would hold onto the table with her hands, and if she couldn't see, she would try to stand on tiptoe.

It always gets all gray on my nose.

As soon as Chen Yuan stopped, Yu Wan picked him up.

"Ah-Yuan is very dirty, she needs to wash herself properly."

She held him up to her face and gently rubbed a gray mark on the side of his body with her fingers.

Chen Yuan's tentacle twitched.

So that's where he was waiting.

This morning just ended... We tossed and turned several times in the bathtub and several more times in bed.

While gaining experience points quickly is a good thing, if this continues, he'll really become the first tentacle monster to be completely drained.

Just as he was about to protest with a pfft, Yu Wan cupped him close to her face and rubbed his tentacle body against hers.

"No, I just want it..."

Looking into her eyes, Chen Yuan's initial thought of "let's just take a break" vanished instantly.

Xiao Yuwan is so arousing, especially when she looks at you like that and says "I want it".

And if you reject her, you pretend to hide your little grievances, but you deliberately show a tiny bit of them for you to see.

She knows you fall for it, and you know you fall for it too, but you still get hooked every time she does it.

Never mind, cough cough... I'll just work overtime.

Today's all-out effort hasn't been used yet; consider it a daily experience point check-in...

.......

Half an hour later...

On the sofa, Chen Yuan's tentacles had already swelled several times in size.

But at the crucial moment, the communicator rang again.

It buzzed and vibrated on the coffee table, and then the screen lit up.

Yu Wan's little head was already fuzzy, and her whole body went limp in the embrace of his tentacles.

I doubt they even care about what their own name is anymore.

Chen Yuan extended one of his tentacles, preparing to reach over and roll the communicator over for a look.

As soon as it reached out, Yu Wan reached out and grabbed the tentacle back.

She held one of his tentacles in each hand, gathering them all into her bosom.

There are already more than a dozen, and they're not letting this one go either... They still want more.

He could only send out a new tentacle, reaching towards the coffee table.

"No...Ah Yuan is all mine..."

Her eyes were glazed over, her lips slightly parted, as if she were fighting with someone in a dream, and then grabbed the new one back as well.

Even though I already had several in my hand, I still had to free up my other hand to grab this latest one...

"Hmm~"

Then we can only reward Xiao Yu until she can no longer move.

"Mmm~....Ha...Ah....Mmm......"

Too...too fast.

It will...it will feel so good it'll make you feel terrible...

Chen Yuan separated one of his tentacles, curled up the communicator, and glanced at it.

The screen displayed a message from the royal city, informing him that the identities of the two expeditionary cities were ready.

The efficiency of the royal city was surprisingly high.

As for why there are two.

Another one can be kept on hand just in case, allowing for a quick retreat and change of identity.

Or he could play himself.

After all, he can also mimic a woman.

But this only applies to the appearance of Xiao Yuwan.

The communicator slid back from the tentacle onto the coffee table, and he refocused his attention on his chest...

Yu Wan had already consumed all of his tentacles, not missing a single one...