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

It made her realize that besides destruction, this world also contains such simple and pure beauty.

As Eve reluctantly swallowed the last bite of taiyaki, she even stuck out her pink tongue to lick the crumbs from the corners of her mouth clean.

That lingering, unsatisfied look was irresistibly cute.

Then, she raised her head and looked at Lynn with a gaze that held a hint of longing and expectation.

Lynn smiled and took another one out of the bag.

After eating five in a row, Eve finally stopped, satisfied.

She leaned against Lynn's chest, the languid feeling of contentment allowing her body, which had been tense all the way, to completely relax, and she even let out a soft, comfortable nasal sound.

"Alright, first assignment." Lynn's voice rang out again.

Eve stiffened slightly, looked up at him with some confusion.

What is that? A new instruction?

"After returning, I forgot the 'instructions' and temporarily forgot the 'pain'."

Lynn looked into her eyes and spoke in an unquestionable, mentor-like tone.

"Just do one thing—find something that you genuinely 'like' and want to 'protect', besides taiyaki."

He paused, then added, "It feels like you don't want anyone to take the taiyaki from your hand."

"It could be a book, a flower, a landscape, or even a living thing—like a cat."

"This is the first 'instruction' you've given yourself."

Eve nodded, seemingly understanding.

She felt that the "instructions" given by this man were completely different from the cold commands she had heard in the past.

This instruction made her feel... at ease, and even a little bit expectant.

"Come back here and tell me when you find it."

"At that time, I will teach you how to become a real 'person' instead of a 'weapon'."

"It's almost time." Lynn stood up and gently patted her head. "Remember your homework."

Eve's figure began to become transparent.

In her final moments before leaving, she looked at Lynn and, in a very soft yet incredibly earnest voice, asked her first question since "awakening."

"what do you want?"

Lynn paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

He thought for a moment, then replied in a half-joking, languid tone, "Me? I want a... peaceful weekend without being bothered by any troubles."

Eve wanted to ask something more, but the pure white space around her had begun to dissipate like sand paintings scattered by the wind, turning into countless tiny specks of light.

She instinctively clutched the small happiness in her hand that still held a lingering warmth.

The last thing I saw was the man's calm and gentle face.

The last words that echoed in her ears were that promise that made her soul tremble.

When her consciousness returned to the cold, real spaceship, Eve found herself still standing in the same spot, as if she had never left.

But she knew that something had changed forever.

She opened her palm and looked at the half-eaten taiyaki that she had squeezed and deformed. The sweet taste seemed to still linger between her lips and teeth.

……

Almost the instant she disappeared, a warm current flowed through Lynn's body and eventually gathered in his eyes.

A pale blue stream of information unfolded directly in his mind.

[Ding! Initial contact and guidance with "Golden Darkness" completed!]

Rating: Perfect!

[Reward]: The passive talent "Biological Structure Insight (Beginner)" has been awarded!

[Ability Description: Your eyes will be able to see through the surface of all carbon-based life forms, discerning subtle defects in their energy flow, muscle fibers, skeletal structure, and even at the cellular level. Whether used to heal the sick and save lives, or... to find weaknesses, it will be invincible.]

Lynn slowly raised her hand.

When he concentrated, the world before him changed.

The skin texture disappeared, replaced by the fine, spiderweb-like capillaries of the subcutaneous tissue, and the slowly flowing, glowing red energy within them.

He can even "see" each muscle fiber, how it works together to exert force and how it moves the bones when his five fingers move slightly.

This is a perspective akin to that of a "creator," completely deconstructing the most sophisticated instrument of life into countless parts.

"Tsk."

Lynn looked away and rubbed her temples.

With this skill, if used to perform bone-setting massage, she could probably become a top-notch technician.

Of course, it can be used to find someone to fight, and you can tell at a glance which joint has an old injury or which muscle is weak. The effect may be more significant, but it conflicts with "perfect combat intuition" and does not improve combat power much.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these chaotic thoughts.

The pure white, eternal courtyard receded like the tide, and the familiar room scene once again filled his vision.

The living room remained quiet.

Qiong remained in the same position, curled up on the sofa, but the book in her hand had slipped onto her lap.

She fell asleep.

On that delicate little face, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were worried about something even in her dream.

Lynn walked over and was about to bend down when his newly acquired ability unconsciously activated.

"Understanding Biological Structure (Beginner Level)"

In his field of vision, he "saw" the slight muscle tension beneath Qiong's slender body, and her spine, which, due to her lack of security, could not fully relax even in her sleep.

It was a most genuine physiological response stemming from the unease deep within the soul.

Lynn paused for a moment, her eyes softening considerably.

He bent down and gently lifted her up in a standard princess carry.

The girl in his arms was very light, and her body was incredibly soft.

"Seriously... they're all more troublesome than the last."

He muttered a complaint under his breath, but his footsteps were extremely light as he carried Qiong back to her room, carefully placed her on the bed, and pulled the blanket up for her.

Looking at the girl's peaceful sleeping face, Lynn sighed helplessly.

Another formidable problem child has been added to my student list.

And judging from his appearance, he's an ultimate problem child who could dismantle a planet with his bare hands.

"My peaceful weekend..." He shook his head, closed the door, and wore a doting smile that he himself did not realize.

……

late at night.

The sky over Tokyo seemed to have been ripped open with a huge gash, and icy rain poured down, pounding against the windows with a dense "pitter-patter" sound, like the restless beat of a drum.

In the living room of Lynn's apartment, only a dim floor lamp was on.

He was slumped on the soft sofa in a near-liquefied state, holding a thick book of folk tales and ghost stories, reading it with great interest.

He was a seasoned reader before he transmigrated, and he remained so afterward.

The air still carried the faint, warm scent of the shower gel that Qiong had used after her bath.

Everything seemed so peaceful, so ordinary.

As Lynn turned the last page, she stretched with lingering satisfaction, a sudden longing rising in her throat.

I want to drink.

He lazily got up, opened the refrigerator door, and the cold white light illuminated his impeccable face.

The refrigerator was crammed full of milk, juice, and cola.

There was no wine, though.

"Tsk."

Lynn clicked his tongue, indicating "trouble".

He glanced out the window at the torrential rain that seemed to be swallowing the whole world, and struggled internally for 0.3 seconds.

Ultimately, the craving for alcohol triumphed over the aversion to trouble.

He took a hooded black jacket from the coat rack, casually put it on, stuffed his phone and wallet into his pockets, and pushed open the door to walk into the cold rain.

……

It rained harder.

The dense rain curtain turned the neon lights on the street into blurry halos, and the whole world seemed to be seen through a layer of frosted glass.

The cold rain slid down the edge of the hood, bringing a chill.

Lynn pulled his hood down low, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly toward the 24-hour convenience store on the street corner.

···Requesting flowers··· ···

Just as he was about to walk out of the alley where the apartment building was located.

"Om-!"

An invisible alarm, one that only he could sense, suddenly sounded deep within his soul!

Perfect combat intuition!

That wasn't a sound, but a feeling.

It was like a drop of scalding oil falling into calm ice water.

Next, in the field of [emotion perception].

The air, which was originally flowing smoothly, was violently disrupted by a murky atmosphere mixed with greed, fear, and violence.

Lynn stopped walking almost imperceptibly.

His eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness, calmly turned towards the end of the alley.

That should have been the exit leading to the main road.

At this moment, however, they were blocked by a black Rolls-Royce Phantom, which looked like a steel behemoth.

The front of the car even crashed into a roadside trash can, clearly indicating that it was forced to stop.

Several men wearing black raincoats and clown masks were gathered around the back door of the car.

The crowbars in their hands gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the dim streetlights.

"Young Miss, stop struggling! Come with us!"

A hoarse voice rang out, filled with undisguised malice.

"We're only after money. As long as the Shinomiya family cooperates, we guarantee we won't harm a single hair on your head!"

The car door was roughly pulled open.

A slender yet stubborn figure was forcibly dragged out of the car.

That's a girl.

She was wearing a well-tailored, dark blue Shuchiin Academy uniform. Even in such a disheveled state, her back remained straight, like a plum blossom in the snow that would rather break than bend.

..... .... ....

Her long, smooth, black hair was soaked by the rain and clung tightly to her exquisite, flawless, and icy face.

Those eyes, which should have been as bright as rubies, were now burning with a flame called "anger" and "humiliation" that could freeze a person.

Shinomiya Kaguya.

Even when she was in dire straits, the chaebol heiress showed no fear on her face, only pure, aloof coldness.