Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 84 Human nature always prefers compromise and moderation.

Hazel was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to offer himself up.

She raised her hand as if to hit him, but stopped halfway through.

She reached out and realized that she couldn't quite reach it.

An Ruowang simply lowered his head, looking down at her with a deeper smile.

She bit her lower lip, getting even angrier: "Lower your head, or I'll bounce back!"

An Ruowang had no objection and obediently lowered his head, bringing his forehead close to hers, so close that he could see the slight trembling of her full chest with her breath: "Okay, you can play."

In Hazel, An Ruowang found the same kind of fun he had when he was in school, teasing his female classmate.

As the distance closed, Hazel looked at Aleister's forehead, which was almost touching hers, and then at his indulgent and doting smile, and his eyes that seemed to look at a dog with such affection, and her heart skipped a beat.

The afternoon sun shone down from behind him, as if casting a soft halo around his lowered eyelashes, handsome face, and wispy hair.

That excessively unfair face was now inches away from hers, his eyebrows relaxed, and a slightly mischievous smile playing on his lips.

The county is too close.

Hazel could even feel his breath lightly brushing against her face, tickling her like a feather, the tickling sensation reaching deep into her heart.

At the same time, his faint scent wafted into Hazel's nostrils along with his exhaled air.

It's clean, light, and has an indescribable scent. It's not perfume; it's something that's hard to define but makes your heart race.

Hazel raised her hand, extended her index finger, and pretended to flick it back, but the smell made her body go limp and she lost her strength. In the end, she only lightly touched his forehead, as if it were a dragonfly skimming the water.

It's more like flirting than revenge.

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An Ruowang kept her head down, feeling the slightly cool touch on her forehead, and raised an eyebrow at Hai Rou'er.

What does it mean?

Hazel's hand froze in mid-air, and she stammered, "You—why are you looking at me like that!"

Enraged, she withdrew her hand, took a few steps back, and turned her head away: "I'm done playing!"

An Ruowang straightened up, reached out and touched her forehead, as if savoring the fleeting sensation of the touch, then chuckled softly: "That's it?"

Hazel's ears turned red, both angry and embarrassed: "I—I'm just being magnanimous and won't hold it against you!"

"Then thank you for your magnanimity?" An Ruowang cupped her hands in thanks to Hazel.

Hazel was speechless at his appearance. She wanted to scold him but didn't know what to say, so she just snorted through her nose, "Good thing you know!"

Why pretend to be smug when you're clearly at a disadvantage? Hajihae, you bastard!

An Ruowang stopped teasing her and put away her mischievous expression, her tone becoming more serious: "Now I know that your teacher not only didn't teach you some basic knowledge of the occult, but also didn't teach you any role-playing techniques."

Hazel paused for a moment.

Role-playing?

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, but then remembered what had just happened and hesitated whether she should speak.

After all, asking a question is like bowing down and admitting defeat.

No, she didn't lose at all!

An Ruowang looked at her hesitant expression and said, "Just ask if you want to. You might not have another chance if you miss this one."

Hazel pursed her lips, unable to suppress her curiosity: "—What is role-playing? How do you know the teacher didn't teach me this?"

Seeing that she had captivated Hazel, An Ruowang calmly took a few steps back and returned to her seat.

He leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands together, and slowly said with a mysterious expression, "This is a closely guarded secret of the church."

Looking at An Ruowang's appearance, Hazel remembered that he had just asked her to smile at him.

She knew perfectly well that the other party was just playing hard to get again.

Reluctantly, she returned to her seat, crossed her arms, and adopted a "I knew you all along" attitude: "So, what's your demand now?"

An Ruowang thought for a moment, then held up one finger, a slight smile playing on her lips: "From now on, every time we meet, you must sweetly call me 'Brother,' until I'm satisfied."

He originally wanted to say "Dad," but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that their relationship hadn't reached that point yet, and it would be a bit too much, so he changed his address.

Hazel flatly refused, "Impossible! You're dreaming! More like a younger brother!"

Just by looking at An Ruowang's appearance, which was different from that of the Luen people, she felt that he was particularly young, like a teenager, and that he was not even as old as her.

An Ruowang readily agreed: "Sister, are you sure?"

This is truly a closely guarded secret within the church, unknown even to many within the church itself. Even if someone does occasionally learn of it, they must swear to Goddess never to reveal it to a third person.

All you get in return is for you calling me "brother" every time we meet; you've already hit the jackpot.

Heather felt flustered and her mind was in a mess when she was called "sister".

How did this person manage to call her "older sister" so easily?

She remained silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Could you please use a different form of address?"

Just what I wanted!

An Ruowang smiled: "It's not impossible, how about we change it to 'Dad'?"

Hazel was furious: "How dare you go even further?!"

An Ruowang blinked innocently: "It was you who suggested changing the way you address me; I was just providing an option."

People's nature is always inclined to compromise and moderation. For example, if you say that this room is too dark and suggest opening a skylight here, everyone will definitely not allow it.

But if you advocate removing the roof, they will come to mediate and agree to open a skylight.

Hazel found that the title "brother" was not so unacceptable as "father," and she was not as resistant to it as before.

An Ruowang could see her face visibly growing redder and redder, all the way to her ears, making one want to gently bite it.

Hazel bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she had finally made up her mind.

Then, she turned her head away, somewhat afraid to look at him, staring only at the cluster of brightly blooming flowers outside the pavilion: "————Brother~"

The two words were squeezed out of her mouth, sweet and soft like melted candy.

An Ruowang knew when to stop, understanding the principle that too much of a good thing can be bad: "Okay, good little sister, brother will now explain to you what role-playing is."

His tone became more serious: "Before you understand the method of acting, I must first explain to you why extraordinary individuals can lose control. When a person absorbs the extraordinary characteristics of an extraordinary race by taking a potion, they will be affected by the residual mental imprints within, accumulating madness."

An Ruowang paused, and seeing the pale pink on Hazel's face gradually fade and reveal her understanding, she continued, "The name of the potion is the key to mastering its power. You can digest the potion by playing the role represented by its name."

The role-playing method requires extraordinary individuals to summarize corresponding role-playing rules and act in accordance with them. Doing so can help extraordinary individuals bypass obstacles, disintegrate the residual mental influence within the potion, thereby reducing the risk of losing control, accelerating the digestion of the potion, and mastering extraordinary abilities.

For example, if you are a thief, then you have to try to play the role of a thief.

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Hazel nodded thoughtfully.