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

For the first time, Eve's empty red eyes showed a violent fluctuation, like a computer running at high speed suddenly being entered with unrecognizable gibberish.

Her petite body trembled uncontrollably, and her pupils contracted sharply.

The system crashed. I don't understand.

Lynn finally raised his eyelids. Instead of immediately "lecturing," he asked the first question in a calm tone, like a teacher addressing a problem student.

"Why are you attacking me?"

Eve's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, what came out of her mouth were cold and mechanical words: "...order...to eliminate...the target."

"Is that so?" Lynn's tone remained calm. "But your attack is hesitant."

Something seemed to flicker in Eve's lifeless eyes.

She did not answer, but on the hovering blade, the killing intent that was as solid as a substance showed a very subtle, discontinuous break.

Lynn seemed oblivious to the weapon capable of tearing stars apart; his gaze was fixed solely on the girl herself.

"True killing intent is pure and stable."

"...And your power, before it even touched me, had already begun to weaken and become disordered."

His voice was calm and unhurried: "This is not how a 'weapon' should behave; it is proof that the will is wavering."

He paused, then said in a tone that guided students to think, "This is your own 'program,' fighting against the 'instructions.'"

“…Tell me, Eve, what happens when the order to ‘annihilate’ conflicts with the thought deep down that you ‘don’t want to do it’—”

"Do you...feel pain?"

pain……

This word, like a key, was precisely inserted into the lock of the deepest part of her soul, and then gently turned.

"Om..."

The countless golden blades that had been hovering in the air with overwhelming power seemed to have lost their last support, and they let out a mournful cry, turning back into soft, long golden hair, and falling down helplessly.

This time, Eve's reaction was no longer a subtle fluctuation.

Her petite body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, and deep within her empty red eyes, a golden light called "sadness," which had been suppressed for too long, finally broke free and vanished in a flash.

Lynn didn't speak, she just looked at her quietly.

He knew that for a soul that had been imprisoned by "programs" and "instructions" for too long, any superfluous words could become new shackles.

What he needed to do was not to give answers, but to help her find the courage to ask questions.

"I……"

For the first time, Eve's lips uttered broken syllables that were not part of the "command" but were her own.

Her body lost all strength because of the intense, unprecedented emotional surge that welled up from the depths of her soul.

Those empty red eyes now seemed to have been infused with a soul, reflecting Lynn's calm figure, filled with bewilderment, confusion, and a bottomless sorrow that even she herself could not understand.

"I don't know……"

She muttered to herself, like a lost child.

"Why...does it...hurt..."

Before she could finish speaking, her petite body could no longer support her, and like a puppet with its strings cut, she fell straight forward.

Lynn didn't flinch, but simply reached out and caught her steadily.

The body in her arms was light, yet possessed a cold, metallic quality that seemed incongruous with her appearance. But at this moment, that coldness was trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

"Because, rather than being a perfect weapon, you'd rather be... an ordinary girl."

Lynn's voice was soft, yet it was like a precise probe, once again touching the softest part of her soul.

He carried her to the center of the pure white space, then casually sat down on the ground, letting her lean against him.

This posture, like comforting a child who has had a nightmare, exudes a sense of absolute security.

"Killing and destruction are 'jobs' written into your body."

“But ‘sadness’ and ‘pain’ are your own heart protesting.”

Lynn didn't look at her, but continued in a calm, factual tone.

"Your creator wanted to forge you into the sharpest sword, but your 'mother' gave you a heart that can shed tears."

"You have the best hardware, but you also have two conflicting software: one is called 'obedience,' and the other is called 'humanity.'"

"You saw the flowers bloom, heard the wind, and felt the warmth of the sun... That's why you feel pain at the thought of 'destroying' all of this."

Eve nestled in his arms, offering neither resistance nor response.

She listened quietly, and the confusion in her ruby-like eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented light called "thinking".

Lynn stopped trying to preach any more profound principles.

He knew that what a newly "awakened" soul needed most was not complex philosophy, but the simplest... everyday life.

He didn't say anything more, but instead slowly took out his smartphone from his pocket.

Unlock, turn on the screen, and skillfully open a food delivery app.

Under Eve's chaotic and helpless gaze, Lynn began browsing the nearby restaurants on his own.

"Hmm... this taiyaki looks good. It's a 30-year-old shop with a 99% positive review rate."

He swiped the screen, his fingertips hovering over the two options: "red bean paste" and "custard paste".

"Forget it, only children make choices."

He randomly selected one of each, chose "self-pickup," and then clicked to place the order and pay.

After doing all this, he put his phone back in his pocket, his movements unhurried and deliberate, as if he were doing something utterly ordinary.

He looked up at Eve, who was still in a state of malfunction, and said in a relaxed tone.

“Eve, wait here for me for ten minutes.”

Lynn didn't explain much, but simply gave her a reassuring look before turning and disappearing into the courtyard.

……

ten minutes.

For Eve, this is a precisely defined unit of time.

But in her understanding, this unit is usually associated with weapon charging or tactical cooling.

She never associated it with such a vague and passive concept as "waiting".

She remained seated, like a delicate but soulless sculpture, her red eyes fixed unblinkingly in the direction he had disappeared.

When she silently counted down to 9 minutes and 44 seconds.

Lynn reappeared out of thin air and walked over with a calm demeanor.

He now had a brown paper bag printed with a cute cartoon fish pattern in his hand.

He walked up to Eve and stopped. A faint, indescribable sweet scent wafted from the edge of the paper bag.

"Luckily, there wasn't much of a queue."

Lynn smiled and said that, then he slowly opened the paper bag.

Just the instant the bag opening was pried open—

A warm wisp of golden light, carrying a rich aroma of milk and caramel sweetness, suddenly rose from the small paper bag!

That wasn't a real lighting effect, but rather the steam rising from the scalding hot food, which, under the dim light of the courtyard, appeared to have a dreamlike golden hue.

That sweet, almost unfair fragrance, like a gentle little hand, forcefully entered Eve's nostrils.

This was information she had never processed before.

Her combat database contains data on billions of weapons, maps analyzing planetary structures, and simulations of various extreme environments...

There is no entry for "food".

There is no definition for "sweet".

For the first time, her red eyes strayed from Lynn's "target".

Uncontrollably, stubbornly, it clung to that strange "fish" that exuded a deadly allure.

She could even see the steam rising from it and smell the sweet taste that made her mouth water uncontrollably.

For the first time, her brain, which was comparable to a supercomputer, experienced a slight lag due to data overflow.

"It seems you already have the answer." Lynn looked at her dazed expression and his voice softened. "A true weapon does not feel pain, nor is it attracted by fragrance."

“So, you’re not a failed ‘work,’ Eve.” Lynn looked at her and gave his final diagnosis. “You’re just… a confused child troubled by a flawed program.”

The words fell.

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Eve was stunned.

So...is that so?

I am not... an unwanted failure...

I'm just... a... confused... kid?

Lynn reached out and took the taiyaki floating in the air in her hand; the warm touch felt real.

He looked up and gave a gentle smile to the girl who was still standing there, her worldview being reshaped.

He handed her the taiyaki.

"Want to eat?"

"It's our first meeting, so I'll treat you."

Chapter 46: Rebirth: I Am a Beautiful Girl Kidnapper

He handed the still-warm taiyaki to Eve.

Eve's gaze never left the taiyaki the moment it appeared.

Her small nose twitched slightly involuntarily, as if trying to discern this unfamiliar yet intensely longed-for scent.

"What's this?"

She asked in an emotionless tone, but deep within her ruby-like eyes, the enticing luster of the food was reflected.

"Taiyaki. A very delicious dessert." A barely perceptible smile appeared on Lynn's lips. "Want to try some?"

Eve hesitated.

Her program contained no instructions on "eating".

The body of a weapon does not need to be replenished with energy through food.

But her body, her instincts, were screaming wildly, wanting to taste that thing.

Finally, encouraged by Lynn's gaze, she reached out her small, fair hand and awkwardly accepted the taiyaki.

She imitated Lynn, carefully opened her mouth, and gently took a small bite from the crispy outer layer.

"Click..."

The moment the outer shell shattered, a scalding, incredibly sweet warm current burst through the red bean paste, exploding violently in her mouth!

That wasn't data, it wasn't instructions, but a pure, unanalyzable feeling of happiness called "deliciousness"!

This feeling, like the most domineering virus, instantly invaded every sensory unit of hers, spreading throughout her body at the speed of light along the neural pathways!

Eve's eyes widened suddenly!

Her petite body stiffened uncontrollably for a moment, and a dazzling light, comparable to the stars, burst forth from her red eyes!

Like a little animal that has discovered the most delicious treasure in the world, she no longer hesitated and began to eat in small, precious, and quick bites, her cheeks bulging out like a cute little hamster.

Lynn simply watched her quietly, without disturbing her.

He knew that at this moment, the "healing" effect of this small taiyaki was far more effective than a thousand grand principles he could utter.