Rebirth of the God Hunter Legend

Chapter 94 Weird
75%?

Ling Chuan was stunned. How did it increase? It was only 15% before, but after one battle, it increased by 60%?

"Unknown system..."

"Let's look forward to it then," Lingchuan thought, and clicked "Log Off."

Back in his room, Ling Chuan removed his helmet and connection device, glanced at his phone—it was 4:20 AM. He considered taking a shower, but felt too exhausted. Torn between these thoughts, he eventually drifted off to sleep.

Downstairs in the living room, Ling Feixue and Yi Han, having finished washing up, sat together, one looking at her phone and the other at her computer, both browsing forums.

"The headlines are all about Xiao Chuan."

After midnight, most of the purchased pinned posts expired, and the forum shifted from promotional topics to game discussions. However, after flipping through two pages, hundreds of posts all pointed to one person: her younger brother, and his past and present lives. The content was all over the place: questioning, praising, admiring, exploring, and so on.

"It's not hard to understand. The commotion he caused today was just too huge. The competition for this treasure alone affected tens of thousands of players, spanning countless newbie villages. It would be strange if it didn't cause unrest."

Once out of the game and back in reality, Yi Han, in a serious state, possesses a composure and restraint that is unmatched by ordinary people.

"I believe there will be more posts like this tomorrow, but I hope Xiaochuan won't be affected."

As he spoke, he looked up at Ling Chuan's room, then closed the forum and softly called out, "Fei Xue."

"Ok?"

Ling Feixue was still browsing the posts, her expression shifting between displeasure and pride, completely absorbed in them.

A few seconds later, seeing that Yi Han didn't say anything, she was slightly taken aback. When she turned her head, she saw a serious and solemn face.

Realizing her oversight, Ling Feixue breathed a sigh of relief, closed the forum, put down her phone, obediently moved closer to Yi Han, placed her hands on her phone, and replied again, "Yes! Please speak, my husband."

The word "husband" caused Yi Han's carefully maintained expression to crumble instantly, his face turning red. "What era are we living in? Still calling me 'husband'? Besides, I haven't even married you yet."

Ling Feixue chuckled and reached out to wrap her arms around Yi Han's neck. "So what? I like to shout, and you don't like it?"

"Of course I'd love to! I was just worried that Xiao Chuan might hear it and feel bad." Yi Han grinned, looking a little embarrassed.

Ling Feixue leaned close to Yi Han's chest and smiled, "This time is an exception. Even if I hear it, no, even if I see it, I won't let go."

"...I don't want to let go either."

He wrapped his arms around Ling Feixue, resting his chin on her hair, his gaze incredibly gentle. Actually, he and Ling Feixue weren't a newlywed couple; they'd been together for so long, and everything that could happen had happened. Yet, his feelings for Ling Feixue hadn't faded with time; instead, they'd grown stronger with each passing moment, so strong that he felt he couldn't live without her for the rest of his life.

In the tender moment, after an unknown amount of time, Ling Feixue's breathing gradually became steady, but the hands encircling his neck still unconsciously tightened their grip.

Yi Han opened his slightly closed eyes, smiled indulgently, picked up the phone she had left behind, put his arm around her legs, and carried her back to her room.

He pulled the covers up, tidied his hair, gave her a fleeting kiss, and then reluctantly left. Only after closing the door did he suddenly remember that he had called Ling Feixue to discuss the matter of recruiting members. After waiting in the village for three hours and checking many people, he finally stopped at two familiar figures. He had originally intended to offer his suggestions to Ling Feixue, but he had completely forgotten about it while lost in their tenderness.

Forget it, let’s talk about it tomorrow.

Quickly abandoning his thoughts, Yi Han returned to his room.

After hesitating for a moment, I set an alarm for 10:30 and went to sleep.

……

At W University, Xiao Ran, lying on her dorm bed, hugged a fluffy pillow and browsed a game recording. In the recording, a figure dressed in a demon bear suit stood among a horde of beasts, giving an incredibly narcissistic self-introduction to thousands of players.

"I never expected you to be such a top scorer."

After saying this with a smile, she recalled her lonely figure returning with the beasts in the moonlight, and her laughter stopped abruptly. She turned the video back to the time when it was facing Lingchuan, paused it, and zoomed in, but unfortunately, she could only see a ferocious bear head.

"Past lives and present lives...past lives and present lives...what a strange person."

After silently repeating the words twice and giving her evaluation, Xiao Ran slowly closed her eyes.

……

In the capital city, at the Dongsheng Club, Zhang Tiangui, shown on the video projection, frowned deeply and said in a deep voice, "Without the support of any other force? He destroyed a battle involving tens of thousands of people all by himself??"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang." "Hiss... Continue the investigation."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang."

Such scenes occur at the bases of every top-tier power.

……

At 11 a.m. the next day, Ling Chuan suddenly sat up in bed, glanced at the time on his phone, and lay back down. It is said that people don't dream when they are tired, but he had experienced a bunch of messy dreams for six and a half hours, so much so that his mental state was as if he hadn't slept at all.

After staring blankly for a few more minutes, he got out of bed, found a few changes of clothes, and went into the bathroom.

In the past, I could just let it slide if I didn't wash for a day, but now that I've inherited such a beautiful appearance, it would be a terrible sin not to take care of it.

After washing up and tidying himself up, Ling Chuan looked at the incredibly handsome young man in the mirror and pushed open the door with satisfaction.

"Yo!"

Downstairs, wearing an apron and carrying bowls and plates, Yi Han said with delight, "You've come at the perfect time, let's get ready to eat."

He wasn't surprised by Yi Han's condition. In the merged memories, Yi Han was also good at managing household affairs. Whenever Ling Feixue was busy, he would take on the household chores. He was a truly good man.

"I'm here to help."

After walking down the stairs, Ling Chuan took over the rest of the work. There were two grown men in the family, and he couldn't expect his older sister to do everything. The previous owner had made Ling Feixue a brother-supporting demon for so long. If he continued to follow the same practice, wouldn't he be too scummy?

After serving three bowls of rice, Ling Chuan sat back down in his seat, looking at the four dishes in front of him, his appetite aroused.

Braised bok choy with oyster sauce, shredded pork with green peppers, braised chicken wings, and a bowl of steamed eggs—none of these are fancy dishes, but they are a well-balanced combination that is visually appealing, fragrant, and delicious.

"Xiaochuan is awake."

At this moment, Ling Feixue, who had finished tidying up, also came out of the room. Seeing the dining table with all the food, she sat down opposite Ling Chuan with a happy expression.

"Thank you for your hard work," she said, looking up at Yi Han.

Yi Han threw off his apron and chuckled softly, "What's the hard work? Try it, Xiao Chuan too, eat it while it's hot."

Ling Chuan naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony; he was already starving, so he started with a braised chicken wing.

"Is it tasty?"

Across from him came Yi Han's voice. Ling Chuan was about to praise him, but before he could even speak, Ling Feixue's response came through. It turned out that Yi Han wasn't asking him at all.

Everything you cook is delicious.

"That's good. Eat more."

"okay."

Ling Chuan stopped eating the chicken wing, staring expressionlessly at the two lovers, and couldn't help but raise his hand.

"How about a kiss?"

Ling Feixue and Yi Han glanced at him. The latter realized that Ling Chuan wasn't just saying it out of anger, so he asked, "Really?"

"Of course! We're an old married couple, and I'm not a minor, so don't worry about me."

嘬。

That's right, Yi Han actually kissed Ling Feixue on the cheek, right in front of him.

Snapped.

The chicken wing fell into the bowl, the chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and the half-eaten chicken suddenly didn't taste good anymore.

(End of this chapter)