They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

He's right, it's just for better communication.

Career matters are important, career matters are important...

Long kept brainwashing himself in his mind before cautiously approaching.

However, the naive succubus was captured as soon as she got close.

Long let out a small gasp and instinctively tried to run away.

However, Char had already wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace.

The two pressed their bodies together, their posture very intimate.

Long had already realized what was happening, and was filled with grief and indignation; his face turned red.

"You, you, you..." That's too much!

She was about to reprimand him when Xia grabbed her manifested tail.

The boy's aura was too strong; as soon as Oboro caught a whiff of his scent, he instinctively revealed his tail.

At this moment, his weakness was exposed, and his body immediately went limp.

Char pinched his tail and revealed a triumphant smile.

Weakness identified!

Long's little face was gradually tinged with cherry blossom pink, her eyes were watery, and she turned into a puddle of soft mud.

Two horns have also grown on its forehead, completely under the control of its bad owner.

Tears were already welling up inside her.

Waaaaah, my master is so mean, he actually lied to me.

Oh no, I'm about to lose control!

The cat, which had been wary, was now curled up in a ball, nestled softly in Xia's arms.

The soft, pretty girl had rosy cheeks, was delicate and obedient, and made soft, whimpering noises that made one want to bully her.

The sun slowly climbed into the sky, warming the earth.

In the spacious and luxurious living room, the young man sat on the sofa, surrounded by the delicate fragrance of a beautiful girl, his heart filled with her tenderness.

The atmosphere was warm and cozy, and Char casually stroked the cat, enjoying the moment.

It feels great to the touch, and it's delicate and soft.

Well, aside from her figure, Oboro also inherited the characteristics of the succubus race.

The little girl in his arms had a flushed face, and a struggle flashed in her big, watery eyes as she moved slightly.

However, the struggle was brief; soon the struggles lessened and lessened until it finally ceased altogether.

It's warm, comfortable, and safe.

I feel so happy to be touched!

In the end, Oboro stayed in this comfortable haven.

Like a completely tamed kitten, it squinted its eyes and let Char pet it.

As she relaxed, thinking about the previous topic, Long felt a little worried.

Facing her master, whom she could rely on, she felt a desire to confide in him.

Although I have now found my career path, there are still many difficulties.

How difficult it is to create a new profession.

The essence of a profession is to represent a complete system of laws and logic, and the gods are undoubtedly the highest priority practitioners.

Now, if she wants to create a profession that didn't exist before, it means she has to re-implement a set of unsystematic rules.

The profession already exists, with divine guidance; there is the experience of countless people; and there are ready-made teachers to guide you.

But assassins—no one has ever considered it a profession.

To put it simply, different professions have their own skill trees, and the skill trees of other professions have already been figured out.

Just focus on what you need and what training you need, and work towards that goal.

But at this moment, Oboro needs to create a skill tree.

Everything was unknown, and she could only research and experiment on her own to choose the combination that best suited the assassin.

It's not that there haven't been successful precedents.

But as mentioned before, the gods were the earliest practitioners of creating professions.

Those who achieve professional success are all god-like beings.

As Long has been researching these past few days, his heart has grown increasingly cold.

"No ordinary person has ever created a profession."

"Jacob, the goddess of priests, created the profession of priest; Hill, the goddess of swordsmen, is one of the strongest gods..."

"I searched through a lot of materials, but couldn't find much useful information."

Even with all her perseverance, Oboro still felt frustrated when she compared herself to a god.

Clearly, compared to the gods who pioneered their professions, Oboro lacked confidence.

"Why would you think that? You've already done a great job."

Xia's voice carried a slight hint of surprise.

They had absolute and unwavering trust in him, without a single doubt about his ability to establish a career.

"But I don't even know what kind of training an assassin needs to do."

"Isn't this just the beginning? You say that gods created professions, but actually it should be that they created professions, which is why they became gods."

I believe in you; you will surely have a place among the gods in the future!

Char's expression was so serious, he even seemed a little proud.

What he needs to do now is not to give Long advice, but to give her enough confidence.

Because this is Oboro's personal development storyline in the game.

To create a profession unique to the succubus race.

As a player who has played the game many times, Char certainly knows what the succubus assassin is like in the later stages.

But if he guides them in advance, it will only be counterproductive.

Even without his prior spoilers, Oboro could still find a career path that belongs to the succubus.

But if she gets involved herself, will she still have the ability to solve problems when faced with more issues in the future?

Long is very talented, but her childhood environment made her lack self-confidence.

Lack of confidence?

He gave her confidence.

He has simply accelerated the implementation of this path.

Long looked up at Xia's face, her heart beating faster and faster.

The delicate succubus princess, her face flushed, revealed a radiant smile.

"Master, thank you... um, thank you."

Long frowned slightly and unconsciously let out a muffled groan.

Do we still need to say thank you to each other?

Char's smile was very refined.

Long had just smiled when he felt his heart was filled with joy.

But the next second, she frowned again, and her eyes became blank for several seconds.

I felt completely emptied out.

"Yes, I have to say it. If it weren't for my master, I wouldn't even dare to think about it..."

The voice was faint and intermittent.

Even so, she insisted on expressing her gratitude.

Despite such obvious abnormality, Char offered no words of comfort.

Because he was the one who started it all.

The owner, whose hands were a little mischievous, wore a kind smile.

His eyes were full of encouragement and hope as he looked at Long.

Long felt a little lost.

She was very grateful to Char, who not only gave her good advice but also encouraged her.

Although she wanted to forge a career path as a succubus, she lacked confidence in herself.