Dragon Raja: Back from Tiling, My Mother Lu Mingfei

In the world of Dragon Raja, most battles are fought with melee weapons.

The agents in the Japanese branch's executive department were all wielding katanas and hacking people around. The veteran mixed-race members of the Secret Service primarily carried katanas as their ancestral alchemical weapons.

As for those cunning old men who lack martial ethics, or those Dragon Kings who casually unleash AOE attacks, they are indeed a minority.

Moreover, the term "slashing attack" is too broad.

A knife is for chopping, a sword is for chopping, and an axe is for chopping.

A scythe is for slashing, a claw swinging over is also for slashing, and even some incantations released in the form of "cutting" are considered slashing.

In other words, his ability works in the vast majority of cases.

You want to cut me? I'll catch it.

You want to cut me again? I'll catch you again.

You want to cut it ten thousand times? I'll take it ten thousand times.

Isn't that fucking invincible?

But the problem is that I can't hold anything in my hands...

Huai Xu turned over and looked at his empty hands.

In other words, he cannot use weapons when he fights.

When others rushed at him with knives, he could only catch the blades with his bare hands.

What happens after you catch it?

What if the other side stops slashing and starts punching him instead?

Or should I pull out my gun and fire a burst at him?

He read the entry description again and discovered a problem.

[When triggered, your hands must be free (i.e., not holding any items). If your hands are occupied, the effect will not apply.]

In other words, he cannot hold anything in his hands.

Holding a knife is not allowed, holding a cell phone is not allowed, and holding chopsticks is not allowed either.

"So, when I'm fighting, do I have to throw what I'm holding down before I can catch it?"

Huai Xu thought about that scene.

The enemy swung his sword, but he threw it away and caught the blade with his bare hands.

"..."

Why does it feel a bit stupid?

But then I thought, he doesn't know how to use a knife anyway.

If you throw it away, you throw it away.

Moreover, this limitation is not entirely unsolvable.

In the future, find a mother and get an attribute that enhances physical strength. Once your physical body is strong enough, you can catch a blade bare-handed and immediately counterattack.

perfect.

He rolled over, turned on his phone, and went into Chen Wenwen's QQ space.

Chen Wenwen updated her social media with a new post.

"I met a very strange person, but it didn't seem... that strange."

Huai Xu commented below: "Goodnight, Wenwen's mom."

Three seconds later, the comment was deleted.

Five seconds later, Chen Wenwen sent a QQ message.

Chen Wenwen: Can you please stop calling me "Mom" on my social media?!

Huai Xu: Okay, Wenwen's mom.

Chen Wenwen: ...

Chen Wenwen: If you keep doing this, I'm not going to talk to you anymore.

Huai Xu: No, I wrote a poem for you. Do you want to see it?

Chen Wenwen: What poem?

Huai Xu opened the notes app on his phone and started typing. With the help of "the youthful thoughts of a literary girl" and his memories from his past life, he could write this kind of utterly meaningless stuff with ease.

To Wenwen's Mother

You are the wind of March

The wind blew across my eyebrows

I thought it was spring.

I only understood later.

That was my mother's embrace.

You are the rain in June

My school uniform got soaked

I thought it was summer.

I only understood later.

That's the taste of mom.

……

There are several more paragraphs with the exact same format. The main approach is copy-pasting, with only minor changes to the keywords.

send!

After the poem was sent out, Huai Xu waited for about three minutes.

The QQ message notification sound has been activated.

Chen Wenwen: ...

Huai Xu: How is it? Is it well written?

Chen Wenwen: When...when did you write this?

Huai Xu: I just wrote this specifically for you.

Chen Wenwen remained silent for a long while.

Huai Xu could imagine the scene on the other side of the screen: Chen Wenwen was holding her phone, her face flushed, staring at the poem several times, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say, and in the end she could only type a string of ellipses.

Chen Wenwen: It's not bad, is it...?

Chen Wenwen: But could you please stop calling me Mom...?

Huai Xu: What should I call you then?

Chen Wenwen: Just call me Wenwen.

Huai Xu: Okay, Wenwen's mom.

Chen Wenwen: ...

Chen Wenwen's approval rating rises to 15%.

Huai Xu glanced at the system notification and grinned.

The poem was much more effective than he had imagined.

Although he himself thought the writing was utterly worthless, Chen Wenwen couldn't resist it.

That's just how artistic girls' aesthetic sense is.

Just as he was about to send something else, Chen Wenwen sent another message.

Chen Wenwen: You should go to sleep early, you have class tomorrow.

Chen Wenwen: Good night.

Huai Xu: Goodnight, Wenwen's mom.

[Acceptance rate rises to 16%]

Huai Xu rolled over, lay face down on the bed, opened the system panel and studied it for a while, and saw this message.

[The entry's level is determined by the mother's approval rating and the depth of the emotional bond between both parties.]

This means that entries are not static.

As recognition increases, the entry will also be upgraded.

White turns blue, blue turns purple, and purple turns gold.

The gold color changes to various colors.

When both the mother's approval rating and the depth of their emotional bond reach 100%, there is a 0.01% chance of increasing the level of the original gold-tier attribute.

0.01%...

Huai Xu felt that his luck had never been very good.

But then he realized that he now had a system.

The system is already bound to it, how bad can my luck be?

Huai Xu closed the system panel and began to think about tomorrow's plans.

As for Chen Wenwen, she can just continue using cheesy pickup lines and lame poems to fill her daily life.

This girl is soft-hearted and easy to please.

Take it slow with Lu Mingfei.

What he needs is not Lu Mingfei's recognition, but Lu Mingfei's sincerity.

This person is too guarded; you can't rush him.

After thinking about it, Huai Xu decided to continue playing games with Lu Mingfei tomorrow.

Playing games is the easiest way to bridge the gap between people.

We curse our teammates together, we criticize the opponents together, we lose together, we win together.

This shared experience is more effective than a thousand kind words.

What about Su Xiaoqiang's side?

I got scolded by her today, and my approval rating is only 4%.

Not high, but not low either.

This shows that although she verbally abused him, she didn't really hate him in her heart.

This is the advantage of being a sucker for good looks.

Being handsome means you can get forgiven for anything.

After thinking about it, Huai Xu decided to try a different approach tomorrow.

Instead of calling her "Mom" directly, she now takes a more subtle approach to showcasing her charm.

Show her his good qualities and make her curious.

Once she starts initiating conversations with him, his level of acceptance naturally increases.

With the plan set, Huai Xu closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

My phone vibrated again.

He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen: Are you asleep?

Huai Xu: Not yet, what's wrong?

Chen Wenwen: It's nothing... I just think your poem is quite good.

Chen Wenwen: It's a bit strange.

Chen Wenwen: But it's pretty good.

Huai Xu smiled and typed a reply.

Huai Xu: Whatever you like.

Chen Wenwen: Hmm... Goodnight.

Huai Xu: Goodnight, Wenwen's mom.

Chen Wenwen's approval rating rises to 18%.

Huai Xu turned off his phone and closed his eyes.

A question suddenly popped into my head.

If he recognizes more and more mothers, will he have to call many people "mother" in the future?

Fortunately, his thick skin is one of his few virtues...

the next day.

Huai Xu got up very early.

He wants to write poetry.

Written for Su Xiaoqiang.

Although the poem I recited yesterday was a bit rough, it had a good effect.

This shows that writing poetry is an effective means of social interaction in this era.

As Huai Xu strolled to school, he began to conceive his ideas.

The poem I wrote for Su Xiaoqiang cannot be the same as the one I wrote for Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen likes that gentle, artistic style.

Su Xiaoqiang is different.

Su Xiaoqiang is a rich girl with a strong personality. She likes to be praised, but she doesn't like the kind of soft, flattering praise.

It needs to be written in a more grand and ambitious style.

Huai Xu thought for a moment and then began typing.

To Su Xiaoqiang

You are a fire in a septic tank...