Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"...Seven new believers joined this week, all veterans. Three of them have already undergone the ritual and are in stable mental condition..."

Luke stood three steps in front of the sofa, standing straight with his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"...Regarding the procurement of supplies, as you instructed, we have stockpiled enough dry rations and water to feed fifty people for three months..."

Cheng Cheng nodded.

"What about training?"

“Every morning, we do a five-kilometer weighted run, followed by basic physical training in the morning, weapons training in the afternoon, and doctrine study in the evening.” Luke paused for a moment, “Two of them have made rapid progress and have already reached the threshold of entry.”

"good."

Cheng Cheng casually agreed, glancing at the doorway out of the corner of his eye, and saw Freya being led in by a maid.

The skirt was very short, just covering the top of her thighs, revealing two slender legs wrapped in white stockings. The maid outfit had an off-the-shoulder design, revealing her snow-white shoulders and chest. A sapphire necklace covered her collarbone, and the snow-white headband on her head made her small face even more adorable.

Cheng Cheng's eyes lit up.

The maid bowed to Cheng Cheng and then left.

"come over."

Freya trembled, her hands twisting together as she shuffled forward, wishing she could bury her head in her chest.

"look up."

She looked up.

The previous fear and resistance were gone from those light blue eyes; in their place was a cautious dread.

Like a dog that has been beaten by its owner several times, it's hard to tell whether the hand reaching out this time is to pet its head or to hit it again.

No, who did this? They messed up my game character's appearance!

What? It's me?

That's fine.

"sit down."

She immediately sat down obediently, placing her hands on her knees and keeping her back straight.

"Great!"

Cheng Cheng smiled slightly, raised his hand, and gently patted her head.

It's fluffy, small, and still a little damp after a bath. It even trembles when you touch it; it's so cute.

Freya froze, her eyes widened, and a blush instantly spread across her face as she looked up at him like a cat being petted by its owner.

Even though I'm in close contact with a terrifying being like a primordial demon, what's with this sudden sense of security?

Will He... not continue to punish me?

Why does He look so happy? Is it because I'm being obedient right now?

Does being obedient mean you won't be punished?

A strange emotion surged within her, and she couldn't quite place what it was. All she knew was that her eyes suddenly stung, and something seemed to want to well up inside.

She lowered her head and whispered, "Th...thank you..."

Cheng Cheng withdrew his hand, said nothing more, turned to Luke, and continued listening to the report.

This scene was witnessed by someone else.

In Cheng Cheng's mind, Sylvia's eyes had turned cold again.

She watched as Cheng Cheng raised his hand to touch the fluffy head, and Freya's face turned slightly red. She sat obediently on the edge of the sofa, her hands on her knees, not daring to move.

steal.

fishy.

Cat.

Pink hair is so annoying, it's nothing like my smooth white hair; light blue eyes are annoying too, you're clearly a horny, philandering cat, why are you pretending to be innocent?!

White stockings, maid outfits, dresses... I hate them all.

Sylvia squinted.

I hate it so much, I hate it so much, I hate it so much.

Why is she allowed to sit next to Mr. Mambo? Why is she allowed to have her head patted by him?

I was here first! I was the first one!

I clearly...

After Luke finished reporting his work, he bowed to Cheng Cheng and turned to leave.

The living room fell silent.

Cheng Cheng leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and began to think about his next plan.

Freya is level 37, at the peak of Silver rank.

Sylvia is level 28, a late-game Silver rank.

The next task is simple—upgrade, upgrade hard!

At the same time, we need to raise Freya's and Sylvia's favorability ratings—although I don't know why, Sylvia's favorability rating has risen really high today, but Freya's is about to plummet.

We need to comfort her.

Thinking this, Cheng Cheng beckoned Freya to sit next to him.

Before Freya could react, she felt a hand press on her head, and then with a gentle force, her body tilted to the side, her cheek slapping against a pair of fleshy thighs.

After forcing Freya to use her lap as a pillow, Cheng Cheng nodded in satisfaction and gently stroked Freya's face like petting a cat.

Sylvia: "..."

Ughhhhh, how can there be such awful human babies in the world?!

Kill her! She must be killed!!!

“Sylvia,” Cheng Cheng suddenly spoke.

Sylvia's mind went blank for a moment, then she immediately realized: "I'm here."

"For the rest of today, go find a room and work out properly," Cheng Cheng said. "Push-ups, burpees, sit-ups, keep doing them until you're exhausted. If you don't know how to do any of the exercises, you can ask Luke and the others for help."

It's inconvenient to control Sylvia to kill monsters in the dungeon right now, so the only way to gain experience is through training. Fortunately, Sylvia has the Baki talent, which increases the experience gained from training by 1000%, so the effect shouldn't be too much different.

Sylvia paused for a moment: "Why do we need to exercise?"

"Of course, it's to become stronger."

"But if I want to get stronger, can't I just go to the dungeon?" Sylvia was still puzzled.

“I don’t have time to fight monsters right now,” Cheng Cheng said, raising an eyebrow.

"I've never fought any monsters before," Sylvia said, confused. "Didn't you always have to go back and reward me with a huge amount of power as soon as we got to the first level of the dungeon? Why don't you just reward me like that from now on, Mr. Mambo?"

Cheng Cheng: "..."

Forgot that this guy doesn't remember anything from before the rollback.

Fighting alongside the elf team, outwitting and outmaneuvering demons, facing dangers and sacrifices together with chickens, tigers, bears, wolves, and dogs—those thrilling past experiences, adventures intertwined with laughter and betrayal, ultimately leave only a memory in Cheng Cheng's mind.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help but feel a little lonely.

Cheng Cheng sighed softly and stopped explaining: "Just do what I'm told to do. This is a test."

“Okay…” Sylvia said, a little disappointed. “And what about you?”

"Next, I'm going to take control of Freya," Cheng Cheng paused, "and then go have some fun."

"what?"

“Yeah, I can’t just force you to exercise and let her play by herself.” Cheng Cheng shrugged. “Although exercising with you isn’t tiring, it’s not as fun as playing games.”

No.

She and I are both geniuses chosen and controlled by you.

So you're making me exercise until I'm exhausted, and letting this philandering cat play with you?

Why! Why, why!

Sylvia gritted her teeth in anger, staring at Freya in her arms, feeling her breath on her thighs, her killing intent surging.

Just then, Cheng Cheng switched control characters.

Sylvia trembled slightly, but regained control of her body.

Freya, who was on his lap, trembled slightly. Then she turned around, looked calmly at Sylvia, and raised her chubby hands to order, "Help me up."

Sylvia: "?"

"Freya's back is a little numb from being in that position for so long, she can't use her strength," Cheng Cheng explained with a blank face. "So I helped her up."

Sylvia hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Looking at the tiny figure in her arms, she suddenly felt those unpleasant emotions slowly dissipate like the receding tide.

After all, what I'm holding in my arms now isn't a philandering cat, but Mr. Mambo.

It wasn't the person occupying his body, but Mr. Mambo who controlled someone else's body, who fell into his arms and made contact with him...

Wow--

Sylvia's lips slowly curved into a shallow, gentle arc, and the more she looked at Freya, the more pleasing she became.

The thought that Mr. Mambo is in my arms makes me not feel disgusted at all.

Hehe, and I didn't expect this little guy to be so cute. He's tiny and soft, like a fluffy baby animal.

so cute.

So cute.

She suddenly reached out and ruffled the little pink head, poked the chubby little face, then leaned down and pressed her face against it tightly—