Succubus Chen Sir is reborn in Terra. Can he see the favorability?

Chen Huijie retracted his gaze, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to collect the reward for canceling the note this time, but at this moment, he discovered that there seemed to be a problem with W's favorability. It was obvious that this Sarkaz mercenary no longer had a negative favorability towards him.

【W:-6→18】

[Ability: Physical Fitness +4]

[*Sarkaz swears* I only ran this short distance, I'm not even warmed up enough]

[Ability: Sarkaz Swearing +5]

Can't you just use fewer riddles and just curse?

[Ability: Originium Skill (Explosion) +9]

[Bang! Hahahaha——]

【?Props: Recalling Dreams?】

[?Gift for reaching the first stage of favorability?]

Humph, it seems that the rewards of this favorability system are calculated starting from 'zero'?

Chen Huijie casually used up the [Dream Recall] and then turned his attention to the noted reward.

【Props: Witness of Friendship】

【Old photos record everything】

Tsk, another prop that can’t be taken out.

Since he couldn't study it, Chen Huijie naturally wouldn't keep it. After using it, he went to busy himself with other things. At the same time, on Rhodes Island, the sleeping Logos suddenly shook his body. He opened his eyes blankly and looked around the room he was in.

This room is not his residence. It is an ordinary space on Rhodes Island. At first glance, it looks plain and seems no different from any other room.

However, Logos could feel that this room seemed to be given life. Every corner and every object seemed to tell the same story and bear the mark of the same person.

In Logos's eyes, this place is no longer just a physical space, but an unfinished diary, recording someone's life trajectory and emotional fluctuations. The gently moved chair, the casually placed books, the half-open curtains—everything reveals that person's habits and personality, as if they have just left, their warmth still lingering in the air.

However, as this feeling deepened, Logos' emotions began to inexplicably stir. He couldn't understand the reason, but it stirred within him, even affecting the powers he wielded. The forces he usually controlled with ease now surged uncontrollably like a wild horse, filling the air with a strange energy fluctuation.

Am I sad? Am I angry? Why?

Logos tried his best to calm himself down and suppress the sudden excitement. He didn't understand why he felt so excited.

But as his mood calmed down, Logos noticed that his vision changed again. He left the strange room and came to the bedroom he was familiar with, except that there was a photo in his hand.

Logos turned his attention to the photograph in his hand. It was a slightly worn photo, slightly yellowed at the edges, as if bearing the marks of time. The background was the room that felt both familiar and unfamiliar, the space he had just explored and left a deep impression on him. However, the scene in the photo left him stunned.

At the center of the photo were two young faces, beaming with smiles, as if frozen in a joyful moment. One of them was undoubtedly Logos himself; his familiar face and unique demeanor instantly recognized him. However, the other figure standing beside him puzzled him.

This person had blue hair, beneath which lay a pair of red eyes that burned like flames, emitting an unruly light. The most striking thing about him were the twin horns on his head, a characteristic of the dragon race.

This sudden discovery plunged Logos into deep thought. He began to recall, trying to find clues related to this person from the corners of his memory, but no matter how hard he tried, his mind was blank.

This made him feel uneasy. How could a complete stranger appear in a photo with him? Where did this photo come from? What story was hidden behind it?

However, just as Logos was immersed in the deep understanding of this room and trying to sort out the complex emotions and thoughts, a sharp buzzing sound suddenly came from his mind.

The sound was like a sudden storm, instantly breaking his inner peace and pulling him back to reality from his thoughts. Logos knew that the sound was a bone whistle. In his hometown, when something died, the banshees would blow a bone whistle for it. However, Logos regarded the blowing of the bone whistle as a sad tradition of the old royal court and never blew it after leaving his hometown.

But now, his ears were filled with chaotic bone whistles. They echoed in Logos' ears like a group of noisy mosquitoes, making him feel upset and difficult to concentrate.

These sounds, some low and mournful, some rapid and hurried, intertwined together to form a chaotic ocean of noise, making Logos feel unprecedented irritation and discomfort.

Logos tried to block out these distractions and regain his inner peace, but he found that those voices were like maggots attached to his bones, tightly entangling his thoughts and making him unable to break free.

At this moment, a clearer voice sounded quietly beside Logos' ear.

"Gousheng, brother, I left some things for you. I'll put them in your hometown. You should be able to use them in the future. Also, brother, I'm about to die. I know you're busy, so you don't have to send me off. See you in the next life. Bye~~"

Chapter 136: Kelushier: Huijie, when did you come?

Logos suddenly woke up from his sleep. He looked around in surprise. It was his familiar bedroom, where he lived his daily life in Rhodes Island.

However, although Logos had already pulled himself out of the dream and returned to reality, a strange and lingering feeling still lingered around him, making him feel as if he was still in the mist of dreams.

It felt like falling into an endless nightmare. Every time I woke up, I only entered a deeper level of dream, and the boundary between reality and illusion became blurred.

Logos felt that every time his consciousness attempted to reach out to the outside world, it was like a finger piercing an invisible membrane, ultimately returning to its starting point. This repetitive experience surprised him somewhat, but Logos also clearly realized that the reason he couldn't break free from this cycle was the sudden surge of sadness in his heart.

This emotion, like the last falling leaf in autumn, carries with it an endless sense of sorrow and reluctance. It originates from the softest corner of the heart, a profound longing for a dear friend who has passed away, an escape from the harsh reality of life, like receiving the news of a friend's death, a sharp blade in the cold wind, piercing through a person's solid armor and striking the deepest part of the soul.

Yet, he chose to refuse to accept it, to refuse to acknowledge this painful truth, as if as long as he didn't blow the bone whistle that represented eternal farewell and death, he could stop time and allow that heartless guy, that friend who always brought him laughter and warmth, to suddenly jump out again one day and reappear in his world...

Damn, what the hell is going on.

Logos held his head and sighed in frustration. He didn't remember ever having such a friend. This sudden sadness made the male and female demon a little overwhelmed. He picked up the bone pen and wrote casually:

'The nightmare ends here'

Afterwards, the banshee's witchcraft took effect again, and the tranquil waves echoed in the room. Logos clearly felt that the grief was rapidly fading under the influence of the witchcraft. For the same reason, Logos was able to feel that this grief was not influenced by others, but a product of his own heart.

This kind of thing immediately reminded Logos of the recent situation of Amiya. The recent situation of this Tower of Babel... no, the new leader of Rhodes Island can be said to be quite bad. Even though her inexplicable uncontrolled crying phenomenon has been brought under control, people around her can still feel the sadness lingering around her during her daily activities.

Oh, that can’t be said now, because after warfarin caused some trouble for Amiya, the condition that she had finally controlled became out of control again.

In response to this, Kal'tsit even came to Logos, hoping to use his banshee witchcraft to fight back. However, after using the witchcraft, Logos could only say with regret that his witchcraft was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. Amiya's condition might be related to the inheritance she received from His Highness.

But now, it seems that things have taken a turn for the better. Logos left the room and walked forward along the corridor in silence. Although it was still early in the morning, there were still many operators busy inside Rhodes Island. Just now, Kal'tsit issued an order that Rhodes Island should change its original direction of advance and avoid the route related to Ursus. This means that a lot of things need to be prepared urgently.

Of course, even if this incident had not happened, Rhodes Island would be very busy. After all, it would be very difficult for the current Tower of Babel to maintain its current organizational form, transform its functions, withdraw from the political arena, and preserve the spark left by His Highness.

There is another problem in this regard, and that is Kal'tsit... No, not just Kal'tsit, most of the operators on Rhodes Island don't seem to be very good at this kind of thing. They never thought that one day, the Tower of Babel would become like this.

Logos continued to move forward while thinking, and soon came to the door of a room. He pushed the door open, and found that the room was empty. This was normal because the number of operators in Rhodes Island was not enough to activate this area. Perhaps even Kal'tsit had not figured out what to divide this area into next.

Then, Logos stood in the center of the room. Everything around him seemed to be still, but his heart was still churning like a turbulent sea.

He tried to recapture the grief that had just emerged, the remembrance and sadness for an unknown friend, hoping that through it, he could uncover the mystery of the identity of the person in the photo.

Logos took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to let his soul sink into the ocean of emotion again, to feel, to understand, and to find the answers.

He began to recite in his mind, recalling every detail of the emotion just now, trying to re-establish the connection with the mysterious figure through emotional resonance.

Logos's fingertips unconsciously twirled the bone pen, as if it were a bridge connecting past and present, dreams and reality. However, as time passed, that emotion, like morning mist, gradually dissipated into the air, leaving only a faint trace.

Suddenly, Logos clenched the bone pen tightly and opened his eyes helplessly. There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He realized that when he used magic to suppress that emotion, he seemed to have used too much force, so that the grief, the emotional clue that he had captured with great difficulty, completely dissipated, as if it had never existed.

Furthermore, although Logos is not a heart-beater, he also knows that emotions, especially complex and delicate emotions like sadness, cannot be forced.

They were like the brightest stars in the night sky, only visible in the quietest, most natural state. His action just now was like trying to catch a drifting cloud with both hands, which would only make it dissipate faster.

Realizing this, Logos took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. In this case, he could only go and talk to Warfarin.

When the first plan failed, Logos immediately found a new breakthrough direction. Although Kal'tsit seemed unwilling to let others ask about this matter, since she seemed to be involved in it, she might as well go and ask. Kal'tsit couldn't say anything.

So, Logos arrived at the bridge of Rhodes Island and saw the Blood Demon still hanging in the air. Initially, Logos had great respect for this senior Sarkaz fellow. After all, among the Blood Demons, there were only a handful of members who could control their blood-sucking urges...

Except for the kind like Klothir.

"Warfarin, wake up, I have something to ask you."

"what?"

Following Logos' call, Huafalin woke up from her sleep, took off her eye mask, looked at the little banshee in front of her with sleepy eyes and said:

"Oh, it's you. Why are you here? Is there something wrong with the medical department?"

"No, it's me..."

Logos fell silent mid-sentence and then changed his words:

"How about I put you down first? It looks awkward hanging upside down like this. Kal'tsit won't say anything about it... I guess."

"no, I'm fine."

Huafalin waved her hand and said indifferently:

"When I'm hanging upside down, if the wind isn't strong, like I am now, I feel pretty good. It's like I'm lying in bed. My mind is very clear and my sleep quality seems to have improved."

"You misunderstood me. I meant that I'm not used to it."

Logos calmly turned the bone pen, used magic to cut the rope hanging on Warfarin, and said softly:

"Okay, I feel much better now."

"You, the little prince of the enchantress, are really... Never mind, I won't talk about you anymore. Why are you looking for me?"

Huafalin adjusted her posture nimbly and landed on the ground steadily. While untying the rope buckle tied to her feet, she said softly:

"Have you finally figured out that you want to cooperate with our medical department for a physical examination? Then I'll arrange it right away."

"I want to know more details about Amiya's emotional breakdown again."

Logos didn't respond to Huafalin's words, but twirled the bone pen and whispered:

"I seem to be in a similar situation, so I want to know more."

"Um?!"

After hearing what Logos said, Warfarin immediately became alert. If the little prince of the banshee also encountered the same situation as Amiya, it would be really troublesome. The position that Logos is currently in charge of in Rhodes Island is still very important.

“You didn’t go looking for…”

"If the Whiplash's method was effective, Amiya wouldn't be so sad now."

Logos knew what Warfarin wanted to say. There was indeed a very powerful Chaser in Rhodes Island, but it was obvious that he was as powerless as the Banshee.

Huafalin did not hesitate and immediately told Logos the situation in detail. After listening, Logos raised his eyebrows and said softly:

"Chen Huijie? As I recall, he's the one who caused Klushel to develop the urge to suck blood, right?"

"Yes, that's the person."

At this point, Hua Falin said angrily:

"That brat was protecting the food. Seriously, I'm Huafalin, I've sucked every kind of blood. That idiot just didn't suck blood enough. He only sucked blood once in a while, and he really treated that person like a treasure."

"Krusil, this kind of thing is normal. After all, Krusil is Krusil."

Logos comforted the old man casually, then continued to ask:

"What is Kal'tsit's attitude towards this?"

"She didn't let me mention anything about 'Chen Huijie' to outsiders, and..."

Huafalin rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully:

"I always feel like Kal'tsit seems to know that Chen Huijie... No, that's not right. It shouldn't be acquaintance. It's more like she seems to know him, but not much. That doesn't seem right either... Anyway, Kal'tsit's attitude is very subtle. It seems like she's still struggling with whether or not to say hello to Chen Huijie."

"That's it..."

Logos nodded in response. It was a bit surprising that Kal'tsit showed such an attitude. At this moment, Warfarin came to Logos' side, nudged the banshee with her elbow and whispered:

"Why, Logos, are you planning on meeting that Chen Huijie? Count me in. The medical department isn't that short of staff right now, so it won't take much time for me to go on a business trip with you."

"Are you really not afraid that Klosher will come to cause trouble for you with a swarm of drones?"

Logos had seen Klothir's reaction that day. If Logos hadn't stepped back, Warfarin would have drawn his blood. So, Logos was worried that if Klothir knew Warfarin had gone looking for her beloved blood food, she would be furious...

No, he will definitely be furious. Well, how should I put it, when I think about it, the traditional blood demon fights the oil blood demon, why do I want to see this fun so much.

"Never mind all that. Let's go find Kal'tsit. Even if she doesn't approve our application, she'll have to give us an explanation. It's not good for this matter to drag on any longer."

Just as Warfarin was urging Logos to set off, Kalsil was sleeping soundly on the sofa in the engineering department, hugging a bat doll, covered with a thin blanket, and curled up slightly.

In her dream, she dreamed of Chen Huijie again, but the Chen Huijie in the dream had obvious racial characteristics. Although the smell of such a real dragon Chen Huijie was quite attractive to Klushier, it was completely inferior to the real person she had seen before.

But this is not important. What is important is that the real dragon Chen Huijie got along with himself in the dream and they were very, very compatible with each other. He thought he was very powerful and that hackers were all big shots.

As for the fact that he had been staying at home for years, Chen Huijie felt that it was not called staying at home, but being a homebody, a life attitude. Besides, your being a homebody was not meaningless. Even if you never left the house, you were much better than some people who were out and about every day.

Hey hey hey... say more, say more, children love to hear this.

Keluchil looked at herself in her dream and Chen Huijie huddled together, snacks in one hand and a drink in the other, the two of them huddled on the sofa, pointing and talking at the latest picture book. She wished she could pull herself out of her dream and get in to spend time with Chen Huijie.

After all, the me in my dreams is not as good as myself at all. We get along so well and have such a close relationship. I let others buy some things from the store at the original price... The original price seems to be too much of a loss for me, so I will buy it at the market price... The market price is also a bit... What's wrong with buying the goods at a 10% discount of the store's marked price!

Really, I was so stingy in my dream, a complete profiteer!