Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After being tormented for a day and a night, he was completely numb.

"That's all? That's even better. I'll keep the items and make some minor adjustments later, and take good care of them."

Aozaki Touko nodded, skillfully stepped forward and removed Samael's prosthetic limb, which had just begun to feel a little better. She carefully placed it into the suitcase she carried with her, and returned to the Magic Workshop with her experimental results, satisfied, to record her research.

So, for you, magic is your true love, and I'm just an accident?

At most, add two more labels: "useful test subject" and "a living encyclopedia of extensive knowledge," right?

Samael, abandoned once again, sat there, his lips twitching violently. He had finally seen through the true nature of his landlord and was speechless with grief.

The emotion that had stirred within the ancient snake had vanished completely. After watching Orange's departing figure without a trace of lingering affection through its dark eyes, the snake looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, its face filled with melancholy and sadness, its inner voice silently voicing its accusations.

Pah, you scumbag, you deceived my feelings!

In the following days, after Samael shattered his illusions and realized his place, in order to use the renowned Orange Brand prosthetic limb in the future magic world as soon as possible, escape quickly, and go down the mountain to find his lost limb, he obediently acted as an experimental tool, assisting Aozaki Touko in collecting data.

However, compared to the test subjects, Aozaki Touko, who is responsible for designing, adjusting, and polishing the prostheses, is the busiest person.

Because she also had to analyze runes and practice the magic of the Aozaki family, Aozaki Touko's already limited rest time was further compressed.

Basically, every day when Samael opened his eyes, he would see an empty bed.

The next moment, Aozaki Touko, who had stayed up all night in the Magic Workshop, would rush over with her prosthetic leg in hand, pulling him to continue his experiment for the day.

This tedious process sometimes lasts half a day, sometimes it drags on into the night, and sometimes Samael is even dragged to stay up all night by his unscrupulous landlord.

In addition, due to long-term sleep deprivation and high-intensity study and research, Aozaki Touko's face was almost bloodless, the bloodshot in her eyes had not faded, and her head was getting closer and closer to the table. It seemed that she was having a hard time concentrating on observing tiny and delicate objects.

"Alright, there's nothing seriously wrong with it. Just make do with it."

After successfully completing the basic adjustments, Samael readily accepted his new limbs.

"No! The magical conductivity and flexibility are too poor. The feedback from the simulated neural circuits is several seconds slower than that of normal limbs. There is still room for improvement in performance. I need to try again!"

However, before Samael could escape, Aozaki Touko, standing nearby, righteously refused and rushed over, nimbly pushing someone down under the tree and skillfully stripping off their equipment.

Sister, please have mercy on me...

We don't have any grudge against each other, do we? Are you helping someone or trying to sabotage them?

Samael recalled the torment of the past few days, and was on the verge of tears: he was blown up five times, fell eighteen times, and his prosthetic limb went out of control more than twenty times...

If it weren't for his own tough luck, Gu She worried that if things continued like this, he might lose his other arm before the prosthetic limb reached its so-called ideal state.

"The human body is an extremely intricate creation. Even if artificial prostheses surpass the original human body in some aspects, theoretically they are still difficult to compare with the original human body parts. So, good enough is fine, I don't mind."

Left with no other choice, Samael earnestly advised Aozaki Touko, who was now inexplicably obsessed with doll research.

"In the forbidden realm of life, can human imitation replicate God's creation? Is that the conclusion of those old-fashioned magicians from the Middle Ages?"

The orange-haired, orange-eyed girl was confident and proud, her right fist clenched, her expression displeased.

"Tch, in my opinion, there are no unbreakable conclusions in the world, only one kind of failure: giving up. How can I be sure I can't do it if I haven't even tried?"

Immediately afterward, Aozaki Touko patted her partner on the shoulder and made a solemn promise.

"Don't worry, I will definitely create a perfect replica doll and give you the most suitable prosthetic limbs!"

The energetic young woman, without saying a word, turned around and went into the magic workshop for another round of adjustments.

It's not that I'm worried about you, it's that I'm worried about myself!

Samael was both amused and exasperated, but he was too exhausted to complain. He could only slip into the bedroom wearing a half-finished product he had prepared for himself, flop onto the sofa, and choose to slack off and soothe his wounded heart with sleep.

As the sun rises and sets, night deepens.

With a soft sound, a tall, slender figure stood in the courtyard, peering into the house through the dim light from the window.

The orange-haired girl at the workbench was cutting open a prosthetic limb, intently adjusting the dense network of simulated nerves inside, her carving knife constantly correcting the running inscriptions.

For ease of movement, Aozaki Touko's long, bright orange hair was simply pulled back, exuding a capable and mature air. Her sharp profile, which was angular during the day, was softened by the midnight lights, giving it a gentler look. A pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose added an air of intellect and elegance.

The gaze from outside the window fell on the slender figure elongated by the lamplight, and the person was unconsciously lost in thought.

It must be said that, regardless of gender, the posture of someone focused is always so attractive.

The only flaw was that the girl seemed to be observing the internal structure of the prosthesis, so her beautiful head was drooping very low, vaguely showing an unsightly hunchback.

Seemingly sensing the gaze from outside the window, Aozaki Touko adjusted a simulated neural circuit, straightened up, turned her head to look at the doorway, and stared at the person entering in the night.

"You're here? I need a little more time. You should go to sleep first."

"There's no rush for this. Have a cup of tea and relax first."

Samael, carrying a celadon teapot and several teacups he had salvaged from a pile of junk, poured a cup of dark gold tea for the busy Aozaki Touko.

Upon hearing this, Aozaki Touko took the tea, which was still warm but not too hot to drink, and took a small sip. However, her brows furrowed involuntarily, and she turned to look at Samael beside her.

"Bitter?"

“I found some wild cassia seeds nearby, dried them and added them in. This stuff clears the liver and improves eyesight, promotes urination and reduces internal heat, so it’s perfect for you.”

Samael pointed to Aozaki Touko's bloodshot eyes and explained irritably.

"It's bitter..."

Aozaki Touko reiterated, her tone inadvertently revealing resistance.

"If it's bitter, add sugar. Do you want one piece or two?"

Samael shook his head helplessly, went into the kitchen, and brought the sugar jar to the table.

"Three dollars."

Aozaki Touko frowned and thought for a moment before answering seriously, naturally raising her glass.

You have hands, why do you need a disabled person to do it for you? Don't you have any conscience?

While Samael secretly grumbled to himself, he didn't say much. Without pausing, he picked up the tweezers with his right hand and fulfilled Aozaki Touko's request.

After taking a few bites, Aozaki Touko frowned slightly, clearly still somewhat dissatisfied.

"It's still a bit bitter..."

"Good medicine tastes bitter, but it's good for you, so just bear with it."

This time, however, Samael did not back down. He decisively picked up the teapot and refilled Aozaki Touko's cup.

Seeing the cassia seed tea, which had been nearly empty, being refilled, a hint of frustration appeared on Aozaki Touko's face.

"You guy..."

But just as the girl was about to protest, a pair of fingers placed on her temples, silencing the words that were rising in her throat.

The man's unique massage technique seemed to incorporate the power techniques of martial arts, delivering both light and dark energy through the skin to acupoints and muscle junctions, clearing blocked meridians and bringing a tingling, comfortable sensation. This made Aozaki Touko's dry and swollen eyes feel refreshed.

Before she knew it, Aozaki Touko felt sleepy, her eyelids drooping, and she soon stretched out her body and fell asleep in her chair.

Samai extended his palm, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it down.

Although sleeping in bed is a more comfortable experience, Aozaki Touko is too alert. If you accidentally wake her up, this woman will definitely force you to work all night again.

Tch, she's just a high school student who should be enjoying her daily life, but she always forces herself to act like a mature adult, and she likes to push herself so hard. What a nuisance.

Samael pursed his lips, muttering to himself, then looked down at the pale, pretty face, a helpless smile playing on his lips. He reached up and removed the cumbersome glasses from Aozaki Touko's nose, placing them in the drawer.

Then, the ancient snake took a blanket from the next bedroom and gently covered Aozaki Touko with it. After making sure there was nothing missing, it turned off the light and carefully withdrew.

Go to sleep, get a good night's sleep. At least this time, don't carry too much burden. Let yourself be a little willful.

Samael glanced back at the small house filled with the quiet night, murmured for a moment, then, leaning on his discarded, half-finished prosthetic leg, he continued to walk unsteadily towards the bedroom in the moonlight, lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

"It's done! I've finally finished!"

The next morning, accompanied by a dull bang on the door, Aozaki Touko, who had once again made progress in her research, couldn't contain her excitement. She immediately took the finished product and rushed to the bedroom, intending to drag a certain truant student out of class to share this joy with him.

"boom!"

However, joy turned to sorrow. The hurried figure, just as he rushed into the house, bumped into the door frame and fell straight backward.

"Haha, you tripped on flat ground! Orange, you actually tripped on flat ground!"

At that moment, Samael, who had just gotten up while rubbing his sleepy eyes, saw this scene and his face twitched for a moment before he burst into laughter while clutching his stomach.

"Do not laugh!"

The once mature and composed genius girl raised her hand to cover her swollen forehead, her face turning from blue to purple, filled with embarrassment and indignation.

"Don't worry, I've received professional training, and I usually don't laugh in this situation."

Seemingly to be considerate of the landlord's feelings, the man immediately tightened his expression and solemnly promised.

"Unless, I can't help it... Ahahaha... I actually fell flat on my face, and I can't believe I saw that on you... I can't take it anymore, it's too incongruous, my stomach hurts."

However, before Aozaki Touko could even feel a little better, Samael's twitching lips erupted into an even more unrestrained and lewd laugh than before.

Instantly, Aozaki Touko felt the large bump on her forehead hurt even more, her teeth grinding together as a strong sense of humiliation welled up in her heart. Her orange eyes, which she slowly raised, gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

"puff!"

In an instant, the unrestrained laughter stopped abruptly. Samael stiffly turned his head, glanced at the carving knife that was only half a centimeter away from his head, and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Tsk, missed. Let's continue..."

A moment later, a slender, pale hand pulled a gleaming carving knife from the sofa, kicking up a wisp of fluff. Cold, orange eyes looked down at the man before her.

Samael swallowed hard. He was surprised to find that Orange seemed to be without his glasses today. His deep gaze, without the lenses, appeared unusually sharp and cold.

Aozaki Touko noticed the gaze fixed on her, slightly softened the chilling aura in her eyes, frowned, gave a light snort, and offered a faint explanation.

"I dozed off for a bit last night and didn't know where I put my glasses. After getting them adjusted this morning, I didn't have time to think about it and rushed over..."

"Glasses, I know."

Upon hearing this, Samael instinctively replied.

"You were sleeping so soundly, so I took it off and put it in the drawer..."

However, as he finished speaking, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped several notches. Samuelton felt a chill on his neck, his voice faltered, and he stiffly looked up to see those orange eyes staring at him with a chilling gaze.

You made me crash into the door, you made me fall flat on my face. It turns out, you were the one who started it all.

You were laughing so happily just now, weren't you!

Aozaki Touko grew angrier the more she thought about it, her face contorted with murderous intent.

"It seems your eyesight has deteriorated quite a bit recently..."

Amidst the sudden sigh, the man looked up and met those orange eyes, his gaze filled with deep concern and pity.

She's been found out. The secret she's been deliberately hiding has finally been discovered...

Aozaki Touko was slightly taken aback, then recovered and subconsciously avoided the gaze that contained a certain emotion. Her momentum weakened, and she turned her head and hummed softly.

"You don't need to meddle in my business."

"Therefore, you should cherish yourself even more..."

The man looked at her intently and offered her earnest advice.

"Tsk, so long-winded. Stop talking nonsense and come try out the finished product I just debugged. If there are any problems, let me know later!"

Aozaki Touko's heart softened inexplicably. She instinctively recognized the man's head, interrupted his speech, dropped her prosthetic leg, and rushed out of the bedroom in a hurry.

Because of her hasty movements and blurred vision, Aozaki Touko, who wasn't wearing her glasses, almost crashed into the door frame again.

On the sofa, Samael watched the fleeing figure disappear completely from sight, then breathed a sigh of relief, secretly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and muttered to himself.

Phew, I escaped with my life...

Sure enough, naive young girls are easier to fool. If it were that Red Mage from ten years later, and I dared to flirt with her like that, I would be dissected and studied in no time.

However, this is on the premise that she can beat her past self.

The shameless scum snake, recalling the somewhat charming and innocent reaction of a certain future mage, smiled with pleasure, treasuring this memory known as "Aozaki Touko's Dark History".

At that moment, the man completely forgot that just a few days ago, he had accused the other woman of deceiving him.

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A few minutes later, Samael, now equipped with his new limbs, stood in front of the dressing mirror, slightly moving his hands and feet, experiencing an indescribable sense of lightness and the nerve conduction connected to his blood vessels.

Ancient Serpent roughly estimated that although it couldn't compare to his original parts, it could at least exert 60-70% of its power.

This is incredible!