Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"What do you think..."

Samael slumped on the table, counting sheep, and answered listlessly.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get something to eat."

Aozaki Touko nodded, then put down her work and turned to walk outside.

Half an hour later, Samael's eyes lit up as he looked at the miso soup, tempura, and a bowl of teriyaki eel rice on the table. He immediately picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

After a whirlwind of eating, the table was a mess of cups and plates. The ancient snake let out a burp, rubbing its full stomach, and casually asked...

"You did it?"

"Hmm, what's wrong? Is something the problem?"

As Aozaki Touko tidied the table, she answered while looking up at the diners in front of her.

She has lived in the mountains for over a decade and knows a few basic cooking skills, but this is the first time she has ever cooked for someone else.

"It's nothing, it's fine."

Samael smacked his lips, then closed his eyes in blissful reminiscence.

To be honest, the meal wasn't particularly outstanding, but the basic taste was quite good, especially after stuffing myself with white rice balls and natto for seven or eight days, it was practically a delicacy.

After being stuffed with pig feed for so long, I've finally had some human food.

Recalling the fear of being dominated by natto and rice balls, Samael felt an urge to burst into tears. Overwhelmed with sorrow, he glanced wistfully at his landlord beside him.

"Since you can cook, why don't you just start cooking? Is it necessary to drag me along to eat rice balls with you every day?"

"Too much trouble, a waste of time."

Aozaki Touko threw the cups and plates into the sink, snapped her fingers, and used magic to clean the dishes. She opened her mouth to explain in a low voice, then hesitated for a moment, looked up at the dark window, and pursed her lips in thought.

"For a magician, wasting precious time on useless things is a desecration..."

"So why did you suddenly start cooking today?"

"Didn't you want to eat it?"

Aozaki Touko answered instinctively, then paused, adding an explanation.

"You've taught me a lot, and I don't like owing favors. To be fair, I should give you something in return."

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Upon hearing this, the ancient snake was first taken aback, then a smile bloomed on its face, and it nodded repeatedly, its dark eyes darting around and the corners of its lips curling up.

"However, since we've chosen to waste time, we might as well waste a little more."

"Ok?"

"Restoring Rune isn't something that can be done overnight. After working so hard for so many days, why not treat ourselves? How about we sneak out to the city for a stroll?"

Samael's eyes flickered, his magnetic voice held a hint of persuasive encouragement, and he uttered an interesting proverb in a light tone.

"If you only work and don't play, even smart kids will become stupid..."

"How do you browse? Do you use your hands?"

Aozaki Touko glanced at a plaster bust, rolled her eyes, paused, and then added a low explanation.

"Besides, Grandpa set up a protective barrier in the mountains so I could study in peace. You can't get out..."

Tsk, what a disastrous kidnapping attempt...

Samael glanced helplessly out the dark window, then looked down at his still-short right arm, feeling depressed.

Without the new landlord's assistance, it would be very difficult for him to find the pieces of his lost body in his current state.

According to my memory, there are quite a few troublesome characters in Misaki City at the foot of the mountain.

Forget it, let's wait a bit longer. At least my right hand needs to grow back before I consider acting alone to retrieve the body fragments.

Samael shook his head, lay down on the table, and continued counting sheep listlessly.

As night deepened and all was quiet beside her, Aozaki Touko hesitated for a moment, put down her rune research, rubbed her sore eyes, and turned to look at Samael, who was fast asleep to her side.

"Steamed lamb, whole roasted lamb, cumin lamb, boiled lamb, lamb spine, lamb intestines, lamb tripe..."

The man, muttering "counting sheep," was fast asleep, his head resting on his arm. He occasionally smacked his lips, a satisfied smile spreading across his handsome face, as if he were enjoying something else in his dreams.

The perfect lines, like a plaster statue, and the indistinct mutterings possess both a mysterious charm that transcends the mortal world and a heavy, down-to-earth quality.

These seemingly contradictory yet compatible traits, upon closer observation, are surprisingly...interesting...

Unbeknownst to her, Aozaki Touko, with her chin resting on her hand, had been watching for a long time.

It wasn't until the man slightly turned to the side, adopting a more comfortable position, that Aozaki Touko snapped out of her daze. She shook her head repeatedly to dispel the distracting thoughts that had accumulated in her mind. Her fair fingers hesitated for a moment before landing on Samael's face, touching the contours of the man's features, and then sliding down to explore the texture of his skin and the lines of his muscles.

"Ouch, it itches! Stop touching me..."

Suddenly, as if a sensitive spot had been touched, the sleeping man felt an itch from the outside world, and involuntarily twisted his body, trembling, and mumbled incoherently.

The sudden reaction caused Aozaki Touko, who was completely focused, to stiffen, and her right hand recoiled as if she had been electrocuted.

However, seemingly due to the intense work over the past few days, the man only shifted his body and continued to sleep soundly. Aozaki Touko tentatively poked Samael's cheek a few times, but failed to elicit a response from him.

His orange eyes swept over the broad record on the paper. He buried himself in calculations, but still couldn't get the result he wanted. His brows furrowed involuntarily.

No, the data is too rudimentary.

Standing in front of the table, Aozaki Touko shook her head, hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering, and her fair and slender fingers once again reached out to touch the man's body.

After re-evaluating the body data of a certain plaster bust, the perfectionist girl turned her orange eyes to... the clothes of a certain test subject...

After a rustling sound, the light flickered, and the two figures inside the room were intertwined and elongated.

This guy's physique is indeed different from ordinary people; his muscle density is dozens of times higher than that of an average person, and his head-to-body ratio seems to conform to the golden ratio...

So, let's verify that?

As she murmured more and more intently, what began as a simple rough estimate of collecting general data gradually evolved into a detailed calculation, and her eyes, brimming with curiosity, turned their gaze to the man's lower body.

However, the moment the pale fingers slid down, the "half-body plaster statue" lying on the table suddenly opened its eyes, its dark eyes lowering their eyelids as it gazed at its lower body.

At this moment, a pair of slender, fair fingers were resting on his waist and hips, while a pair of black shorts had been pulled down several inches, and the private area was about to be conquered.

In an instant, their eyes met, the atmosphere froze, Aozaki Touko's hand trembled slightly, her blood rushed to her head, and her fair cheeks turned bright red.

Samael hesitated for a moment, swallowed hard, and coughed as he pulled up his trousers to make his statement.

"Um, I'm not a casual person..."

"Shut up! Lie down!"

Seeing the man tugging at the edge of the table, quietly moving backward, Aozaki Touko steeled her heart, pressed the half-body plaster statue that was trying to escape onto the table, tightened her cheeks, picked up a piece of chalk, and roughly drew dividing lines on the fair skin.

"Haha, it itches, it itches so much..."

"Take your hand away! Don't move!"

"Ugh... Waaah... Ah... I can't take it anymore, Orange, stop for a second..."

"You rascal, don't make any strange noises!"

Aozaki Touko's forehead veins throbbed, and her techniques became increasingly violent.

At this moment, under pressure, Samael wriths restlessly on the table like a snake, his breathing becoming increasingly rough and disordered, and patches of rose-red appear on his newly formed, sensitive skin.

The scene became increasingly indescribable.

Finally, after three hours of back and forth, the man, who barely managed to retain his last shred of dignity, was stuffed into a large suitcase by Aozaki Touko with a gloomy face after she had finished with him.

Then, close it tightly and lock it!

No, I've already said I'm not human, and you still don't understand? Do whatever you want, okay?

The innocent, handsome young man, who was imprisoned by a high school girl, stared at his suitcase, which resembled a living coffin, and was on the verge of tears.

In the following days, Samael, who had just been unpacked from his suitcase, once again became a regular visitor to this living coffin, bored out of his mind all day.

On the contrary, Aozaki Touko seems to have become even busier. During the day, she studies runes, and at night she hides in the workshop, disassembling and reassembling a pile of old objects collected from the mountains, tinkering with something.

Basically, the girl was busy all day long, and even the time to communicate with Samael or rest was greatly reduced.

Finally, just as Samael, who was getting increasingly bored and whose right forearm had grown halfway, was thinking about whether to run away early, a figure rushed into the bedroom in the morning light. Without saying a word, the figure dragged the guest lying dead in the suitcase and carried him all the way to the magic workshop.

"Let's try installing it, I don't know if it will work..."

In the cluttered room, Aozaki Touko swept aside the miscellaneous items piled on the table and handed a forearm and two thighs with ball joints and a shape similar to a doll's limbs to the "half-body plaster statue" next to her.

"This was made especially for me?"

Samael was slightly taken aback, and then he understood what Aozaki Touko had been busy with these days.

"It was just something I did casually; I'm just interested in this topic."

Aozaki Touko answered casually, then urged the test subject next to her to try out the prosthetic limb as soon as possible.

Samael nodded in agreement and, with the landlord's help, put on his new prosthetics. His vertical pupils caught a glimpse of the figure patiently adjusting his prosthetics, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Just for convenience? Probably.

Chapter 77 Magic is the real love, I was just an accident? (5.1k)

In front of the mountain cabin, a strange figure, leaning on the fence and trees, swayed and staggered in the open space. His movements were very awkward and clumsy, like a toddler learning to walk again.

However, the man learned quickly and soon became more and more proficient, mastering his right hand and two legs, which had ball joints and resembled a plastic doll in appearance.

Hmm, I underestimated you, Orange. Not bad at recreating it.

"boom!"

However, just as Samael was admiring the landlord's skill, the runes on his knee joints exploded, sparking and emitting thick black smoke, nearly causing the victim, who had lost control of his lower body, to fall face-first to the ground.

I retract my previous statement, rubbish!

After being tricked into being a test subject, Samael immediately put on a show reminiscent of Ochumelov's art of changing faces, vehemently criticizing the defective product beneath him that had been used only a few times and was already ruined.

"It seems there's a problem with the connection between the magic transmission and the simulated neural circuits. I need to readjust it."

Aozaki Touko stepped forward, decisively removed the prosthetic limb embedded in Samael's body, and took it back to study.

The test subject, ruthlessly left standing there, watched the figure disappear into the room without looking back, decisively closing the door behind him. He twitched his lips speechlessly, feeling quite hurt.

Finally, after the poor snake had been left out in the cold for two whole hours, the door creaked open, and Aozaki Touko walked in with a cheerful expression, carrying the fully adjusted prosthetic limb, to begin a new round of experiments.

This time, the adaptation was even better than before, lasting for a full two hours. However, because Samael's power was sealed by Zhu Yue's magic sword and could not provide kinetic energy, the prosthetic limb became paralyzed after exhausting its own magical power.

Furthermore, because it uses mithril and other metals with more reliable magic conductivity, the prosthetic limb is very heavy after it fails...

Samael nearly scored a second goal after stumbling, landing face-first on the ground once again.

Aozaki Touko skillfully removed Samael's prosthetic limb, making her assessment as she turned and headed towards the Magic Workshop.

"Yes, we need to set up a magic internal and external circulation mechanism. Give me some more time."

"I said……"

"Okay, let's try this one. I added an energy-gathering magic circle on the outside."

"Could you...?"

"Tsk, still not working? Is the problem this time due to the materials? Metal has poor compatibility with magic arrays, and it's too bulky. Let's try using resin instead..."

"Give me a hand..."

"Tch, failed again. The joint is badly worn out and broken. Let's try increasing the cavity and filling it with lubricant..."

"First, get me..."

"Battery life is fine, compatibility is fine, and joint flexibility has been resolved. However, the neural connection between the prosthesis and the original muscles is still a challenge. I'll think about it some more."

"Carry it inside..."

"Phew! Almost done! It's mostly usable, just a few minor details to fix!"

In front of the open space, Aozaki Touko watched the figure hopping and moving smoothly, nodded in satisfaction, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and then, as if thinking of something, turned to look at Samael and asked casually.

"By the way, what were you trying to say to me earlier?"

Samael glanced at the fiery red sunrise rising on the horizon. The figure sitting cross-legged under the tree was like an old monk in a cassock, having attained enlightenment and entered a meditative state, without sorrow or joy, having achieved great freedom.

"It was there a moment ago, but now, the problem is gone."