I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

It is essential to do it every time: after waking up in the morning, after returning home from school, and before going to bed at night.

Each time, it takes a full five minutes.

This is no longer just a simple kiss; it's a confirmation, an anchor, an essential ritual that Sora uses to confirm "Onii-chan is still by my side, and this world hasn't collapsed."

If it weren't for Hiratsuka Shizuka, who could share the firepower, Lynn seriously suspected that he would have gone crazy from holding it in for too long.

After dinner, Qiong, like a contented cat, curled up on the sofa and watched a boring 8 PM drama.

Just then, Lynn's phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Hiratsuka Shizuka.

The information was very simple, consisting of only an address and a room number.

There was another sentence following it.

I bought some new beer, wanna come over for a drink?

Lynn pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on.

He finally understood that women in love, whether they are teenage prodigies or nearly thirty-year-old iron-fisted teachers, are essentially the same.

They wished they could turn into glue every minute and every second, sticking themselves firmly to each other.

"I'm going out for a bit, I have something to take care of," Lynn said to Qiong on the sofa.

Qiong's gaze shifted from the television to the phone in his hand. His gray eyes revealed no emotion, but the temperature around him seemed to drop several degrees out of nowhere.

"Ah."

She simply responded softly and turned back to watch TV.

But Lynn knew that behind that single "hmm" lay countless entries in her notebook.

He sighed, put on his shoes, and went out.

……

Two hours later.

On the hotel's large bed, Hiratsuka Shizuka slept soundly, her breathing even.

That face, which always carried a heroic air, was now filled with a sense of peace and contentment as he let his guard down, with a hint of satisfied flush at the corners of his eyes.

Lynn carefully slipped out of her octopus-like embrace, picked up her clothes scattered on the floor, and put them on.

He looked at the woman who was still unconsciously frowning even in her sleep, and shook his head with a smile.

At school, she was a violent teacher who wielded an iron fist and instilled fear in all the delinquent students.

Here, she is just an ordinary woman who longs to be loved, blushes at a sweet word, and gets upset over trivial matters.

He leaned down and kissed her smooth forehead.

"As a good family man, you can't stay out all night."

He muttered something to himself and then quietly left the room.

……

When I got home, the living room light was still on.

Qiong sat on the sofa with her knees drawn up to her chest, like a sculpture waiting for its owner to return, the light from the television screen dancing on her silver-white hair.

She looked up when she heard the door open.

"Onii-chan."

"Well, I'm back."

"that……"

Lynn walked over and then expertly bent down.

Another solid five minutes passed before the slight dissatisfaction in Qiong's eyes completely dissipated. She wrapped her arms around his neck and fell asleep in his embrace.

After carrying her back to her room and covering her with a blanket, Lynn returned to the living room, sank into the sofa, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He felt his body being gradually hollowed out, physically, by something called "happiness."

If this continues, I really won't be able to keep up with my back strength...

If a few more came...

Just as he was seriously considering whether or not to buy some supplements, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

[Warning: A violent fluctuation has been detected in the current world rules; the world barrier has begun to dissolve.]

The merging of multiple worlds is now inevitable.

The first phase of integration is expected to be completed in fifteen days.

[The following is a compilation of global information:]

[World ID 731: Jujutsu Kaisen. Threat Level: Low. Primary Threats: Cursed Spirits, Cursed Masters.]

[World ID 488: The Visible Girl. Threat Level: Medium. Primary Threat: Wraiths, Unspeakable Beings.]

[World ID 144: Tokyo Ghoul. Threat Level: Low. Primary Threat: Ghouls.]

[World ID 952: Gabriel's Fall. Threat Level: ??? Primary Threats: Degenerate Angels, Scoundrel Demons.]

The weariness and languor on Lynn's face vanished instantly.

He sat up abruptly from the sofa, his eyes sharp.

Fifteen days?

So fast?! Are you kidding me?!

One cursed spirit and one vengeful spirit are enough to make one's scalp tingle, and then there's a ghoul as a bonus?

And what's with that last one, "Gabriel DropOut," whose art style is clearly off? Angels and demons?

Outrageous!

It’s so outrageous!

"In half a month, a ghoul might appear at my doorstep rummaging through a trash can, or a cursed spirit might crawl upside down on a telephone pole?"

Based on data analysis, the probability of this scenario occurring is 37.4%.

For a fleeting moment, he even had a thought—to use the safe house and his current influence to establish an organization similar to the "Hero Association" to deal with the impending crisis.

But the thought only lasted for 0.3 seconds before he dismissed it.

Just think of the endless meetings, the never-ending reports, the overwhelming interpersonal relationships, and the astronomical funding gap...

trouble!

This is the most troublesome of the worst!

Just thinking about it gave him a splitting headache.

But when I think of Sora, Yuihama, Hiratsuka Shizuka, and even the others...

Lynn's brows were furrowed tightly.

He may not care what the world becomes, but he cannot tolerate his "daily life" being messed up by all this nonsense.

More importantly, he is very clear about his current strength.

While both "God's Left Hand - Gandalf" and "Perfect Combat Intuition" are incredibly powerful, they are essentially the same thing.

Ultimately, his strength depends on his own "base number".

He needs greater power.

Whether it's a more resilient physique or more lethal weapons.

His thoughts drifted involuntarily to those visitors from another world.

The girl he guided, who transformed anger into power and reforged the blade—Shinobu Kocho.

Louise, the nihilistic witch whom he pulled from the abyss of despair and rebuilt her confidence and self-esteem.

And then there's Eve, the cosmic strategic weapon whose "emotions" were awakened by him using taiyaki, but who is essentially devoid of emotion.

How are they doing now?

Where have we gotten to?

Lynn slowly stood up and walked to the window.

The cool moonlight shone on him, casting his long shadow on the ground.

Looking at the familiar moon outside the window, he felt for the first time that his small safe house, which existed solely for "protection," was...

Perhaps it's time to take the initiative and open the door.

……

The next day, Zongwu High.

An unreal, lively atmosphere filled the air, as if the entire school had been injected with a stimulant.

The crisis at the school festival was resolved in a way that no one could understand.

Moreover, it was at an astronomical price of 150 million yen.

This number spread like wildfire in students' chat groups, spawning countless outrageous versions.

"Have you heard? That advisor teacher in the Service Department, Teacher Lynn, is actually the young master of a yakuza family in Hokkaido. He's back to experience life as an ordinary citizen!"

"No, no, I heard from a director at my dad's company that Teacher Lynn is a young bureaucrat secretly sent by the Ministry of Finance to inspect the country, and that 150 million is a special education fund from the state!"

"You guys are all so old-fashioned! My cousin heard some gossip at a club in Ginza. She said that Teacher Lynn is the long-lost illegitimate son of some Middle Eastern oil prince. This time, he was found by his family, and that 150 million is just pocket change!"

Rumors and gossip fermented in the corridors, in the classrooms, and in every corner.

Overnight, Lynn's name was shrouded in a legendary aura even more magical than that of the "lazy god."

……

Inside the service department's activity room.

The atmosphere today is unusually strange.

Yui Yuigahama was still in a state of blissful excitement, hugging her Shiba Inu plush toy and occasionally giggling to herself.

Then, with a look of utter disbelief, he secretly glanced at the teacher duty roster hanging on the wall, found the name "Lin En," and gave a silly grin.

Hachiman Hikigaya's dead fish eyes seemed even more lifeless than usual today.

He held his MAX coffee, silently observing everything, his mind already churning with a storm of complaints.

(150 million... Ha, that's a pretty good number. If you turned that money into coins, it could probably fill this activity room and then smash Yuihama's brain even emptier.)

(However, the most interesting one is Yukinoshita.)

His gaze swept over Yuihama, then over Hayama Hayato, who was also silent on the other side.

Today, the king of social interaction looked somewhat stiff with his signature sunny smile.

He sat there, seemingly flipping through a magazine casually, but his eyes, which always seemed so at ease, were completely unfocused.

Hachiman Hikigaya knew exactly what he was thinking without even having to guess.

(This guy's worldview has probably been reshaped. His once-proud social skills and network of relationships are as fragile as paper in the face of the rules that man casually drew.)

(Right now, he's probably struggling with whether to maintain his ridiculous pride or humble himself and ask that 'demon king' for advice on how to play this more advanced game.)

(However, the most interesting one is Yukinoshita.)

His gaze finally fell on the ice queen who had remained seated since entering the room, without ever turning a single page of her book.

Yukino Yukinoshita was staring blankly at the cup of black tea in front of her, which had long since gone cold.

Her mind was still racing because of that "SY".

From "Sister, Yano" to "Shinomiya," two completely different possibilities, like two venomous snakes, were tearing at her mind, keeping her awake all night.

She felt that her pride in her rationality was as fragile as a sheet of paper in front of that man.

Anyone who gets even a little too close to him will be torn to shreds by the unfathomable attraction emanating from him.

"Um...Xiaoxue?" Yui Yuigahama finally snapped out of her reverie and looked at her with some concern. "Are you alright? You haven't said a word since just now."