NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

There was a soft click from the door lock.

Having experienced so many defeats, the woman, who had neither soup nor meat last night, no longer cared about the confidants working outside the door. She tore off her previous serious facade, put her arm around the shoulder of a philanderer, and stood on tiptoe to kiss the man's thin lips.

Several tens of seconds later...

The sweet girl, still wanting more, finally tilted her head back slightly, licked her lips, and said in a cloying tone:

"Dear~"

"Keep asking your questions~ It's not bothering you~"

Chapter 305 What to do when you have too many distracting thoughts?

The lieutenant is terrible.

Looking back at his past records, his only victories in bed were by cheating, twice in total. Once, he defeated Yuni with Anick's help; the other time, he defeated Mihara with Yuni's assistance.

The lieutenant was very stubborn.

As the saying goes, "He may be bad at fighting, but he's addicted to it." Even though most of the time his side surrendered, the lieutenant never backed down and never missed a chance to go when it was his turn.

then,

Spring colors drifted into the small conference hall, followed by the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, one after another.

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Clang, clang, clang—!

Kendo field.

The two sword blades, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, crossed each other, but the footsteps of the sword-wielding individuals were not frequent, and one could even sense that they were intentionally controlling their range of movement.

"Concentrate, you have too many distractions!"

Clang——!

With a low shout from Rose, the long sword in Crimson Lotus's hand flew out of her grasp, then spun upwards and instantly embedded itself in the roof of the kendo dojo.

Immediately, the older sister, who had won the sparring match as usual, sighed softly, glanced meaningfully at her younger sister, and shook her head, saying:

"If you keep going like this, you won't be able to beat me in the future."

"..."

Faced with her sister's words, which seemed both provocative and persuasive, Honglian pursed her lips, turned her head away like a sulking girl, then lightly leaped onto the ten-meter-high rooftop with her toes, and gripped her long sword in her palm again.

To be honest, she didn't know why she felt empty inside, with a sense of unease as if she were being secretly plotted against.

The feeling was vague and elusive, lingering in my mind and causing me restlessness.

"Let me practice breathing exercises for half an hour, and then we'll fight again," Honglian said. She then sat cross-legged on the ground with a sullen face, intending to adjust her state through breathing meditation.

But no sooner had she closed her eyes and sat down than her older sister spoke up again:

"This isn't about whether my mind is calm or not, my silly sister."

Hong Lian: "...Then tell me, what kind of question is this?"

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"It's a matter of efficiency, dear."

Inside the council chamber, Viper casually draped her coat over herself, revealing glimpses of her chest, nestled like a kitten in her husband's arms, and explained with a beaming smile:

There are generally seven types of emotions that can make people willingly die: family affection, love, friendship, morality, hatred, faith, and ideals.

Of these seven emotions, faith and ideals are actually the most extreme and fervent.

Family ties can fade due to conflicts, romantic love can become mundane over time, and friendships can be severed due to differing ideologies. Morality and hatred, too, will both compromise when faced with reality.

But faith and ideals will not.

Faith may change the object of one's faith, but the emotion will only grow stronger.

Even if ideals are buried by the environment, they can still bloom again as long as there is an external force willing to dig them up.

As the viper slowly explained, he gently stroked his beloved's chest with his smooth, soft fingers, and continued:

"Darling, it's very difficult for someone to have ideals."

Especially in this indifferent society rife with egoism and opportunism, expecting most people to develop ideals and be willing to die for them in just three or four years is worse than praying that the Leicester will disintegrate internally in three or four years.

But

Religion is acceptable.

Give me two years, and I guarantee I can gather a following of tens of thousands of fanatical followers who will willingly die for you, my beloved, for your ideals.

Rounding up, they could be considered to have sacrificed for their ideals, couldn't they?

The femme fatale's words had some merit, but also contained a lot of sophistry.

But Phoenix must acknowledge one thing—change requires a supportive environment.

If we want to change this messy place, both in terms of its concepts and ideas, we probably have to start with the next generation of children.

That's a massive project that will take a decade or two to complete, with too many variables involved. Even if humanity and Lecher could wait, Phoenix, who lacks foresight and a God's-eye view, wouldn't dare to wait.

So, after recognizing the reality of the situation, the man, with his venomous wife in his arms, finally nodded in agreement:

"Then you should be careful not to go too far, or you'll end up like a cult and get attacked."

"Follow your orders~"

Having received the hand-off manager's personal promise, the second-in-command, whose power had been further enhanced, smiled sweetly. Her fox-like eyes blinked mischievously, and then she tilted her head up and whispered sweetly in her husband's ear:

"Then~"

"Where's their reward?"

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Snapped--!

The single magnetic door of the conference room was forcibly pried open.

After her sister's extensive psychological counseling, Honglian, now aware of the source of her distracting thoughts, solemnly glanced at the adulterous couple discussing politics inside the room, her keen senses almost fully activated at that moment.

First, the air smells fresh, but the humming of the air purifier suggests it's working at full capacity.

Secondly, regarding clothing, although it may appear neat and clean, there's no rule that you have to be completely naked to do unspeakable things.

The swordswoman, who strongly suspected her house had been burgled based on her sixth sense, did not find any evidence of the theft immediately. Instead, she carefully observed every detail of the house, acting as if she were the mistress of the house and catching a mistress.

Seeing her arrogant and domineering demeanor, the venomous snake, having just finished its meal, couldn't tolerate it any longer. It immediately frowned and said:

"It's working hours now, can you please stop causing trouble?"

"Adding to the trouble? I came to discuss matters with you, young master. How could that be adding to the trouble?"

The swordswoman responded without hesitation. Apart from last night, she had never backed down in front of anyone in the past few decades, so why would she give a damn about a venomous snake?

She continued calmly, "Does the young master remember our agreement?"

"Promise?"

Pretending to be handling official business, Phoenix subconsciously repeated the question, and the first thing that popped into his mind was the invitation that Honglian had made when she was on top of him.

That passage that I secretly copied, modified, and stole.

However, the man, driven by a strong will to survive, quickly realized that the statement was by no means the correct answer.

The agreement that Honglian was referring to was probably the huge bamboo hat that was forced to be temporarily stored in the underground passage of the H District.

He had indeed promised the girl that they would go back to the H region together to retrieve the bamboo hat when they had time. For this, Honglian even took off her hairpin, which appeared to have a positioning and sensing system, and gave it to him.

"Now?"

Having guessed the answer, the lieutenant instinctively made a polite remark. To his surprise, Honglian nodded in satisfaction, seemingly oblivious to the hesitation in her tone, and replied with lightning speed:

"Very good."

Chapter 306 What else can we do? Go and deal with these distracting thoughts.

How good is that?

What's so great about it?

Someone felt that their kidneys were in poor condition after two consecutive high-intensity matches.

Ultimately, we're all adults. Who would believe that this impulsive, spontaneous trip was really just about picking up a straw hat in Region H?

There has to be some kind of skirmish, right?

If it turns out that his physical condition is indeed unhealthy, given Honglian's strong-willed and competitive nature, the lieutenant doesn't even dare to think about the consequences...

bulibuli! m-boer~