I became the King of Ryukyu

Those unaware of the inside story might mistakenly believe that Motobe Mioko is a kind-hearted capitalist's daughter.

Only Zheng Yi knew that her beautiful, fair face, which looked like a pure sycamore flower, was actually a deadly poppy.

It is incredibly alluring, yet it makes one's life seem as worthless as grass.

In short, tonight is Zheng Yi's last shift; from now on, he will be a glorious shark scrubber.

Hopefully, Miss Shark can accept his sweet words like the female students at Shuri Girls' High School, and then be gentle and easy to get along with.

"What a pity." The male colleague sighed, feeling a little reluctant to part with this hardworking and capable partner who had increased sales and commissions by a third.

"The next one will be better," Zheng Yi said with a smile, his expression sincere and sunny.

The male colleague's lips twitched, as if he was thinking of something he didn't want to recall.

Zheng Yi returned to the staff rest area, folded his red and white apron into a square shape, placed his hat on top, and then took his backpack from the cabinet.

Around the long table, several young faces were rushing to finish their homework under the lamplight.

They were all high school students working part-time.

"The future belongs to us, and to them, but ultimately it belongs to us. Keep going, everyone!"

Zheng Yi waved goodbye to his colleagues, whom he was not very familiar with, with a carefree air about parting ways after a long journey.

It's all acting; there's no emotion.

Unfortunately, no game prompts were triggered.

Zheng Yi's expectations were dashed, but he wasn't disappointed. It seemed that Game Master also knew how powerful Tekken was, and there wouldn't be any strange settings or developments.

As he passed the shelf, he picked out a seaweed and pork floss bento box—the owl meat soup that Liu Gong had given him in the game warehouse looked too much like a culinary disaster, and Zheng Yi had no interest in trying it.

The fast food bento boxes from the supermarket taste pretty good; they have an industrial aesthetic and are good for filling your stomach.

Moreover, because the food cannot be kept until the next day, it will be continuously discounted at night and given to the employees as a benefit when the store closes, which Zheng Yi likes very much.

However, it was still early, and Zheng Yi prepared to pay.

"Jung Yi-jun, no... no need!" The young woman at the cashier said timidly, her head bowed. "I'll treat you, consider it a parting gift."

"Oh, how can that be, Miss Keiko?"

"I...I'm called Lu Yao." She lowered her head even further, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"I'm so sorry!" Zheng Yi apologized awkwardly.

During his month-long part-time job, Zheng Yi worked hard and was absolutely worth every penny of his salary, but he was severely lacking in interpersonal skills.

He only remembered that the girl in front of him was also a part-time worker, probably a high school student who was still underage, because she always finished before ten o'clock. He didn't know much else about her.

Despite his reluctance to accept the money, Zheng Yi could only thank him repeatedly before saying goodbye and leaving.

You have a new email.

Walking down the street as night fell, Zheng Yi couldn't help but feel moved. Although life was full of hardships, the kindness of strangers always brought warmth and healing unexpectedly.

I also want to pass on this warmth, you genius boy from Kumejima!

he thinks.

Then open the new game email.

[At the instigation of Princess Benbu, you finally escaped Handan. From then on, you roamed the vast ocean like a dragon and returned to the mountains like a tiger. The world is vast and boundless, and you can explore it to your heart's content.]

You have received a "Father Adoption Card"

Headquarters Princess?

Zhao Ji?

Miko Motobu?

So, does the gamer also think she's a dangerous woman?

The girl reappeared before Zheng Yi's eyes; her delicate lips were as soft as sycamore flowers, making one want to touch them with one's fingers.

Speaking of fingers, Zheng Yi, a pure-hearted young man, thought of the Records of the Grand Historian.

That's what happens when you get great grades; your thinking becomes divergent, and you're constantly sparking flashes of brilliance.

According to Sima Qian, a eunuch, Marquis Changxin, Lao Ai, was able to [walk by inserting a sash into a tung tree wheel].

Zheng Yi couldn't help but ask, "Can this lousy game be even a little more reliable?"

What is the purpose of the "Dad Adoption Card"?

Hopefully, the next time the Qin King storyline appears, the reward will be the [Lao Ai Amplification Card].

He clasped his hands together and bowed devoutly towards the void.

It wasn't that he had any lewd thoughts; it was mainly because he had never seen [Yin Guan Tong Lun Er Xing] before and really wanted to broaden his horizons.

It was already seven o'clock when I got back to Ichishin Izakaya.

Zheng Yi found a completely safe corner and released the bicycle from the game's storage.

Through the polished, reflective glass, you can see Yuki sitting in front of the cashier, her small hand supporting her cheek, her head nodding slightly, half asleep.

Tiptoeing, trying not to make a sound on the old spiral staircase, Zheng Yi made his way upstairs without any trouble.

If Yugi catches him, she will definitely force him to taste those dishes that look 90 points but taste 0 points.

Upon opening the door to the third-floor room, Tetsuya quickly spread out his workbook.

As someone who's been through it all, Zheng Yi knows this all too well.

"Give it to me!"

"Lord! Please forgive me no matter what!"

Under the chubby boy's pleading gaze, Zheng Yi ultimately couldn't bring himself to confiscate his game console.

Zheng Yi had long seen that the chubby boy had no talent for studying, and believed that it was the right path for him to follow the path of sports like Miyagi Yuichi.

My impression is that sumo wrestlers seem to have a high status in Japanese society.

By the time he was in fourth grade, he weighed over 180 pounds, had a large stomach, and could still run and jump without any pathological conditions such as acanthosis nigricans.

Isn't this also a kind of talent?

Zheng Yi plans to ask Gong Cheng about this when he has time, as he himself knows nothing about sports.

Back in the attic, he took a proper bath and then laid out the straw mat that Liu Xuande had woven himself on the bed.

[Handmade Straw Mat: A straw mat woven by Liu Bei himself. Comfort +5]

Zheng Yi lay on the straw mat for a while, and his fatigue slowly subsided like the receding tide.

Zheng Yi had walked a lot today, and his calves were so sore they didn't feel like his own. He had to admit that his 21-point strength might not be a bug in the game.

But all of this is about to change.

The top talent of Kumejima will make up for the last shortcoming in his destined success.

"Isshin Shonen" was placed on the dining table.

The book is bound in the traditional thread-bound style and is a handwritten version, which can be considered a family heirloom of Rugu, but it is not exactly a top secret.

Before I, like Koyuta, became a vegetable, I established the Isshin Dojo and accepted many disciples. I had no intention of keeping my own knowledge to myself.

However, Zheng Yi felt that my ancestors were probably just copying others' ideas and were not the original authors of the martial arts, so they didn't have such a deep attachment to any particular school.

The game identifies it as the Southern Shaolin Taizong Fist Technique (Fragment). Zheng Yi's understanding is that Lin Yuantu created the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual based on the Sunflower Manual. Although it is incomplete, it is still quite powerful.

This is not surprising, as Ryukyu culture is closely linked to Fujian and Zhejiang, and it is reasonable that Isshin Shinsho-ryu is a branch of Southern Shaolin martial arts.