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

I do not want!

I don't want him to leave!

She absolutely, absolutely could not lose this warmth that she had finally received, this light that had saved her from the abyss of despair!

Driven by extreme fear and anxiety, all the girl's rationality, restraint, and aristocratic manners completely broke down at this moment!

She didn't know where she got the courage from; it was as if her body was following the deepest instincts of her soul.

She suddenly stood up from the ground, and because she moved too quickly, she tripped over the basin of water, let out a cute cry of surprise, and stumbled towards Lynn.

His clumsy and flustered appearance was like a frightened kitten desperately trying to crawl into its owner's arms.

She stretched out her arms, which were cold from nervousness, and hugged Lynn's waist haphazardly and tightly.

She buried her tear-streaked, burning face deep into his chest, uttering a tearful, incoherent plea.

"Don't go...please...don't go..."

"I...I can do anything! I can do anything for you!"

"I...I can wash your clothes, clean your room, for you...for you..."

She looked up, her peach-colored eyes, reddened by tears, filled with a humble plea.

Then, as if using her last bit of strength, she clumsily tiptoed, closed her eyes, and crookedly pressed her soft, trembling lips, which were slightly damp and carried the fresh scent of a young girl, onto her lips!

This kiss lacked skill and was filled with the girl's panic and helplessness.

It was less of a kiss and more of a desperate, pleading, animal-like touch, begging not to be abandoned.

Lynn could clearly feel the arms wrapped around her waist trembling violently, and she could taste the faint sweetness on her lips caused by fear.

He didn't move, but quietly endured this clumsy yet sincere and heartbreaking emotion.

He could sense a terrifying power called "nothingness" originating from the depths of her soul, which was growing wildly with her intense emotional fluctuations.

This power is strong and pure, but also extremely dangerous; it feeds on possession and devouring.

'So that's how it is... Is this the true nature of "nothingness"?'

'What a heavy and troublesome love.'

When their lips parted, Louise still didn't loosen her arms around him; instead, she hugged him even tighter, as if he would vanish into thin air if she let go.

She buried her head in his chest, suppressing sobs coming from her, her small body trembling with each sob, making her look pitiful.

Lynn didn't push her away; instead, she raised her hand and gently patted her slender back, one pat at a time, as if soothing a frizzy kitten.

He didn't rush to explain, but waited until her crying subsided a little before using his unique, languid, magnetic voice, which seemed to soothe all anxiety, to whisper in her ear.

Do you remember what I said in class this afternoon?

Louise stiffened for a moment, but did not answer. She simply buried her face deeper, as if in silent protest, or perhaps in acquiescence.

Lynn began to speak to himself, his voice calm and distant, as if he were narrating an ancient legend.

"Legend has it that there is an indestructible holy sword."

"But most of the time, it stays quietly in a unique scabbard that was made specifically for it."

"The scabbard is very distressed. It feels that it is binding the holy sword, preventing it from shining its light at all times."

His voice was soft, yet it possessed a strange magic that gradually calmed Louise's violently trembling body.

The metaphor of "sword and scabbard" gave her a strange sense of familiarity and peace of mind.

"Until one day, the scabbard asked the holy sword: 'Why don't you leave me and seek a more magnificent home?'"

The holy sword trembled only slightly, replying: 'Fool, you are not my constraint, but my peace. It is you who have tempered my sharpness and allowed my power to settle. Without you, I am but a cold piece of steel; with you, I have found my home.'"

Upon hearing this, Louise trembled slightly, as if her words had touched the softest part of her heart.

"Sometimes a sword needs to be drawn to cut through the evil and injustice of the world. But every time it is drawn, it is so that it can return to the only scabbard where it can rest in peace as quickly as possible."

Lynn paused for a moment, but her hand continued to pat her back gently.

“Every brief departure it makes is not an abandonment, but a way to protect this peace, and... to let the world know what a priceless treasure this seemingly ordinary scabbard is guarding.”

The story is over.

The room was silent, save for the girl's gradually calming, nasal breathing.

Lynn lowered her head, looking at the little head in her arms that had stopped trembling violently, and softened her voice even more.

“I am not that indestructible holy sword, and you, Louise, are not an ordinary scabbard.”

"You are my only home. Now, this sword just needs a little time to go outside and deal with some troublesome little things."

The sobbing in her arms stopped completely.

After a long while, a faint, barely audible muttering, filled with sleepiness and grievance, finally came through.

"Then...then come back quickly...don't...don't let it smell like any other sword sheaths..."

After saying this, her nerves, which had been taut all day, finally snapped in Lynn's moment of gentleness and tranquility, after experiencing the tension of the duel, the joy of victory, and the immense panic of being abandoned.

She held him like that, and in his warm embrace, with traces of her tears still wet on her skin, she fell into a deep sleep.

[System Notification: The contractor's emotions have stabilized, the amplification of the "Void" power has ceased, and the world barrier has stabilized.]

Lynn felt the even and long breathing coming from her arms, and listened to that cute sleep-talking, and sighed with a mix of helplessness and amusement.

He carefully, in a perfect princess carry, lifted the girl who was sleeping like a little pig and gently placed her on her soft princess bed, then pulled the blanket up for her.

Under the moonlight, the girl's sleeping face was serene and peaceful, with glistening teardrops still clinging to her long eyelashes.

Chapter 41: Rebirth: I'm the Ultimate Girl-Chaser

When his consciousness was pulled away from the cold moonlight of the continent of Halkkinia, Lynn found himself standing once again in the pure white space of the "Safe House of the Myriad Worlds".

The surrounding air was so quiet that you could almost hear the passage of time.

He slowly raised his left hand.

The skin that once displayed countless mysterious runes has now returned to its smooth state, showing no signs of abnormality.

But Lynn knew that something had changed forever.

"God's Left Hand - Gandalf".

This ability, which sounds incredibly childish but is practically a bug in the system, has been completely ingrained in his soul, like a piece of underlying code.

He closed his eyes and savored the experience.

An unprecedented sense of control began in my left hand, spreading along my nerves and throughout my entire body.

It was as if, if he so desired, he could grasp the "principle" and "way" of any object in the world that could be "held in his hand," from a tree branch to a legendary holy sword, and unleash a power that transcended its material limits the moment he touched it.

This is not all.

When the external laws of "God's Left Hand - Gandalf" collided with his own "Perfect Combat Intuition," a strange and almost terrifying chemical reaction occurred.

If "God's Left Hand - Gondaruff" is the top-tier cheat driver...

Then, "Perfect Combat Intuition" is like a supercomputer with unlimited performance, which begins to perform a silent and revolutionary optimization on his "hardware" - that is, his body itself.

He could clearly "perceive" the changes taking place inside his body.

Every cell seemed to be awakened from its slumber, possessing an independent "will" and transforming into the most elite warrior.

Every breath of oxygen and every meal of food is redistributed and utilized by this supercomputer with the utmost efficiency.

Like the most efficient engineers, they meticulously tempered his muscle fibers, strengthened his bone density, and optimized his nerve reaction speed.

This is an evolution starting at the cellular level, toward the "perfect life form".

Under such a terrifying internal transformation, Lynn had no doubt that his current physical abilities had probably reached the so-called "human limit" in this anime crossover world.

The high school student named Saito in the original work, although also "God's Left Hand - Gandalf", is essentially just an ordinary person who has obtained the right to use a god-level weapon.

He, Lynn, not only possessed god-level privileges, but also upgraded his operating system and hardware to god-level versions.

The difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

……

"It's troublesome..."

Lynn muttered to himself, his tone devoid of joy, instead carrying a hint of his signature lazy, aversion to trouble.

He pulled open the collar of his shirt and glanced at his chest.

The muscle lines beneath the skin are not the exaggerated, bulging shapes developed in the gym, but rather an incredibly smooth, coordinated streamline that exudes a visible, explosive sense of power.

He's undeniably handsome, but he's also far too eye-catching.

……

This "guidance" mission is special; there are no phased rewards like those given to Shinobu Kocho, and everything needs to be discovered by himself.

The world called Halkkinia seems to have a strange connection with the anime/manga world he inhabits, a connection that is closer than with other worlds.

The spatial barriers are extremely weak, causing modern objects to frequently fall into the space inexplicably.

During a solar eclipse, a "gate" may even briefly appear connecting the two worlds.

"The Four Great Cheat Codes of the Halkkinia World..."

"God's Left Hand - Gandalf", a master of wielding all weapons.

"The Right Hand of God - Vendaru," the master who controls all magical beasts.

"The Brain of God, Misnitniren," a master who controls all tools.

"Heart of God - Reeves Lasher", an ability amplifier.

Lynn stroked his chin, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Weapon Master, Beast Master, Item Master... and the most mysterious "Heart of God".

Unfortunately, the Right Hand of God already belongs to someone else...

The remaining two are the "gift packages" that he needs to collect.

Thinking of that pink-haired girl Louise, who hugged him in the end, crying her eyes out, and even in her sleep muttering "Don't let it smell like any other sword sheaths," Lynn's lips involuntarily curled into a helpless yet amused smile.

In the original story, that boy Cai Ren was treated like a dog, made to wash clothes, sleep in haystacks, and be whipped at the drop of a hat.

It wasn't until the middle of the story that Louise slowly revealed her true self.

It took only two days from the time he arrived at his place.

That seemingly arrogant but actually insecure and stubborn noble lady has almost been completely won over by him and turned into a clingy little cat.

Indeed, men still need to be more reliable.

……

After sorting through his loot, Lynn glanced at the clock in the corner of the safe house that was synchronized with the real world.

Five p.m.

School has been over for a while now, but club activities should be coming to an end soon.

He decided it was time to return to his normal routine.

By the way, I'll give the little girl at home a surprise, and I also need to properly thank that overly enthusiastic, silly girl named Yui Yuigahama.

……

It's a few minutes from the entrance of Sobu High School, on the boulevard lined with beech trees leading to the station.

Lynn, dressed in a simple white casual shirt and black trousers, leaned lazily against a tree with her hands in her pockets.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow of him, and the golden halo outlined his slender figure and handsome profile, making him look like a top model who had stepped out of a fashion magazine.

Without exception, every female student who passed by him would subconsciously slow down.

Their gazes, like iron filings drawn to a magnet, clung uncontrollably to him.

Whispers rose and fell.

"That...that person...is he an idol from some agency?"

"His body proportions are amazing... he's even more exaggerated than the models in magazines..."