I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

It is a plucked string.

His appearance was so abrupt, yet so natural, as if he had always belonged to this scene.

Mingxian stood quietly in front of Xianjuanxin, their eyes meeting in the night, as if a thousand words were unspoken.

They exchanged a knowing smile, understanding each other without words.

With a heart full of joy and excitement, like a flower just beginning to bloom in spring, her voice overflowed with undisguised happiness.

"Wow, that's amazing! With just one call, Xianxian came running over like a spring breeze!"

The words were like the clear chirping of birds in the forest, melodious and pleasant, making the surrounding air seem to cheer up.

Mingxian responded calmly with a single, yet resounding, word: "Excuse me, let me pass."

After all, being on the third floor, standing in the midst of nothingness, felt a little strange.

Upon hearing this, Genjuro's smile widened, shimmering like a lake illuminated by warm sunlight. She gladly stepped aside, making way for Mingxian.

Mingxian slowly stepped in, passing through the window lattice and entering Xianjuanxin's boudoir.

Looking around, it perfectly matched all his imagination of the residence of a wealthy family's daughter—elegant yet warm, with every detail revealing extraordinary taste and style.

The light inside filtered through the delicate window frames, casting a soft golden glow on the antique furniture and draping the entire room in a veil of light.

The occasional rustling of leaves outside the window and the faint fragrance of flowers in the distance make this tranquil space feel more vivid and real.

Mingxian glanced at the clock, then took out his phone to check it.

"Has it been two weeks already?"

Xian Juanxin closed the window: "Yes, I call out to Xian Xian every day."

"Thank you so much for your hard work."

"I'm so happy!"

"happy?"

Xian Juanxin hummed in agreement and said with a smile, "I look forward to it every day, wondering if Xian Xian will suddenly appear, which makes me happy."

Mingxian said, "But you'll be disappointed when you find out I didn't show up, won't you?"

"No!" Genjuu Shin smiled and opened her arms, her whole being shining like a little sun. "If Genjuu doesn't show up, it means that Genjuu must be doing something very happy. Just thinking about Genjuu's smile makes me happy too."

Mingxian: "..."

In that instant, Mingxian felt as if he was about to be evaporated.

I am sorry.

The timeline was disrupted by moving the Temple of Infinite Time back to the desert, resulting in a two-week delay.

I've had a really happy time lately.

If it's just about fighting and hunting, then you can hold your head high.

but……

Mingxian couldn't help but recall what she had done in World 608; it seemed that every day was sticky and decadent.

After defeating the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, he gave many girls the "method of immortality," and the "elixir of immortality" he provided was so plentiful that Ophelia could directly attain immortality.

Mingxian forced a smile.

The smile held a hint of barely perceptible shame, which made it all the more tender.

"Me too! Just thinking about Xin Xin's smile makes me happy too."

"Right."

Xian Juanxin's eyebrows curved into crescents, her face radiant with happiness, as if the whole world had become more vibrant because of her smile.

Seeing this, Mingxian quickly and skillfully changed the subject to avoid the heavy atmosphere from returning: "Actually, I went to a wonderful parallel world and met a group of travel companions with very different personalities, but equally wonderful experiences."

After speaking, he gently took out his personal terminal from his pocket, flicked his finger, and a flash of light appeared. A lifelike virtual window slowly unfolded in front of the two of them, as if opening a window to another world.

"Look, this is a gift I brought from afar."

"Wow, so amazing!"

"These are melodies from World 608, and there's also a very exciting martial arts tournament. Let's watch together!"

"Ok!"

Without hesitation, Genjuan agreed. She didn't even have time to change her clothes, still wearing her soft pajamas, and nestled against Mingxian's broad thighs.

The two figures stood close together in front of the virtual screen, watching the peaceful and prosperous world of World 608 and its excellent films.

As the scenes unfolded, the atmosphere in the room gradually became warm and harmonious, as if time itself slowed down at this moment, just to preserve this rare tranquility and happiness.

……

The next morning.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, gently caressing the tranquil room of the Stringed String, Mingxian slowly emerged from this small world.

Her steps were light, as if she didn't want to disturb the tranquility of her dream.

The moment I stepped out of the room, a solitary figure came into view.

Wearing a well-tailored suit, Hikaru sat alone on an old wooden stool opposite the door, his eyes bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night.

Upon seeing Mingxian appear, Xianjuanguang suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a complex light, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Mingxian spoke first, saying directly, "We didn't do anything."

These words, like a leaf falling in the morning breeze, are light yet enough to touch the heartstrings.

Upon hearing this, Hikaru Tsurumaki felt a weight lifted from his heart, only to be replaced by another emotion.

Regret? Helplessness? Or acceptance?

His expressions were like a kaleidoscope, ever-changing, each moment painting a different picture, which made Mingxian stop and watch with great interest, savoring this silent emotional drama.

Finally, Mingxian chuckled softly, breaking the silence: "I'm getting a little tired of this."

This sentence, like a stone thrown into a lake, creates ripples.

A look of surprise flashed across Hikaru Tsurumaki's face, followed by an incredulous gasp, and his expression instantly became serious and solemn.

"In this case……"

He spoke slowly, each word sounding as if he had thought it through carefully.

"You should take a concubine first."

Mingxian: "..."

How did you come to this conclusion?

Why did the topic suddenly shift like this?

This turn of events was so sudden!

Seemingly realizing that the topic had jumped a bit too far, Hikaru Tsurumaki coughed lightly and pointed upstairs: "Let's go upstairs and talk."

The zither nodded.

The two entered the study on the upper floor.

Hikaru Tsurumaki handed over a thick folder. "Your parents have been found."

Mingxian: "..."

Didn't my parents spend five years searching for their missing selves in another world, only to give up and choose to have another child, living an ordinary but happy life?

It's as if we've forgotten each other in the vast world.

However, the human trafficker who took her from the hospital was found and immediately executed.

His grandfather had already given him the gift of family affection.

It would have been even better if he hadn't gone out to drink his homemade wine after eating too much, but instead grabbed a hunting rifle and went to fight a brown bear and got shot to death.

Wait a moment……

Mingxian was a beat slow to realize that the system seemed to have assigned him an identity in this world, and that he was also an orphan.

So, Hikari Tsurumaki found her parents in this world?

Thinking of this, Mingxian took the document handed to him by Xianmaki Hikaru and began to carefully flip through it.

After reading it, Mingxian was speechless.

What is this?

Because he felt that handing power over to artificial intelligence was too absurd and cold, and believed that if things continued, the country would one day become a "dystopian" country, he wanted to cause trouble and didn't want his own child to be involved, so he sent him to the doorstep of an orphanage...

A classic development.

If he hadn't killed the god, would he have discovered his origins, inherited his parents' legacy, become a cyber hacker, rebelled against Lotu One, and ultimately established a free world?

They're all just bored and have nothing better to do.

Sending him to his original world for two days—no, sending him to world number 608 for two days—will make him behave.

"so what?"

Mingxian asked a question.

They're already dead, aren't they? Why are they still looking for me?

Mitsuru Tsurumaki said, "Although I don't agree with their ideas, I respect their choice. Do you want to change your surname back?"

What are their last names?

Mingxian flipped to the front and looked at the two people's surnames.

Too ordinary.

I don't feel there's any particular value in changing my surname.

Moreover, since it was their choice, there was no need for me to shamelessly fawn over them.

Hikaru poured himself a cup of black coffee and added some red wine, using the caffeine to perk himself up. "Your nationality is still in the West. I brought you here under the guise of adoption."

"However, your officials are strongly requesting that you be given a surname."