Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

This guy is so cute...

"Hey, what are you doing? Help me up!"

Cheng Cheng struggled unhappily after being toyed with by Sylvia.

"Wait, wait! Let me play a little longer!"

Damn it! How could Freya be so cute...wait, Freya?!

Isn't that the princess's name?

After getting rid of the label "cheating cat" in her mind, the little face in her arms looked more and more familiar, and Sylvia couldn't help but compare her to the princess when she was a child in her memory...

Really similar.

Why didn't I notice her name before?

Name, name...

With his mind racing, Cheng Cheng struggled to escape from Sylvia's embrace, kicked off his slippers, and prepared to leave.

Just as I reached the door, Sylvia's voice suddenly came from behind me:

"Cheng Cheng!"

Cheng Cheng turned around instinctively: "What's wrong?"

Sylvia stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, sunlight streaming in and gilding her silvery-white hair with a faint golden edge.

The girl in the white sailor uniform gave a slightly mischievous smile, then pursed her lips, put her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and blinked her light red eyes that seemed to hold the scent of falling peach blossoms.

"nothing."

Then she hummed a song and walked toward the training room.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the living room fell silent. Cheng Cheng stared at Sylvia's retreating figure, somewhat bewildered, but relieved.

After switching to Freya, Cheng Cheng realized that he was enjoying Sylvia's lap pillow.

A faint fragrance surrounded him, his thighs were supple and elastic, and the soft, youthful body of the girl was so close that she didn't even hesitate to hug him and press her lips against his. Her soft, cherry-like lips were only centimeters away from his body—if Cheng Cheng hadn't used his strong willpower to hold back, the following scene would not have been able to be broadcast.

"Freya, thank me, I helped you preserve your cyber virginity."

"Huh?" Freya was stunned for a moment.

Cheng Cheng didn't explain further, but stretched Freya's petite body a bit, and then—

thump.

He plopped down on the carpet.

“Come, come,” he patted the carpet beside him and called to the maids waiting outside the room, “bring all the things you can play with here.”

Maid: "...?"

"Game consoles, cards, chess, mahjong, poker, anything is fine," Cheng Cheng counted on his fingers. "Also, can the kitchen make desserts? Make a few and bring them up."

The maid stood frozen in place, unsure whether she should move.

"Go on," Cheng Cheng waved his hand. "What are you standing there for?"

The maid seemed to wake from a dream, bowed, and hurriedly withdrew.

Ten minutes later.

The living room carpet was covered with things—a deck of cards, a chess set, a handheld game console, a plate of freshly baked cookies, and a cup of hot chocolate.

Cheng Cheng sat in the middle of this pile of things, picked up a cookie, and put it in his mouth.

sweet.

It has a strong creamy flavor.

He squinted, a satisfied expression on his face.

"Experience +50"

"Experience +50"

"Experience +50"

System prompts kept popping up in front of me.

Cheng Cheng picked up the game console again, opened a racing game, and started playing.

"Experience +30"

"Experience +30"

This is the right way to upgrade! Why bother with the tedious dungeon crawling?

Cheng Cheng was having a good time, and Freya initially let Cheng Cheng control her, silently watching everything.

She finally couldn't hold back when she saw Cheng Cheng crash into the wall fifteen times in the racing game: "Drifting! You can't even drift!"

"You can do it yourself?!" Cheng Cheng angrily put down the controller. "Don't pretend to be a gaming expert, okay?"

"Then give my body back to me?"

"do not want!"

"Then let's play a game that the two of us can play!" Freya insisted on proving her skills. "Chess! You help me place my pieces, and we'll see who wins!"

"Is that so? Freya, I wonder who gave you the courage to challenge me..." Cheng Cheng sneered, "Before you competed with me, your vision was narrow, and you saw me as a frog in a well looking up at the moon; after you competed with me a couple of times, you'll see me as a mayfly looking up at the blue sky!"

"Let me show you just how valuable a gaming expert truly is!"

Ten minutes later.

"Best of three! In Teyvat, everything is about three, so if we're going to play, it's best of three!"

Twenty minutes later.

"I've figured it out! Best of seven! I know your tricks! Freya, the next round is your death knell!"

Thirty minutes later.

"How about we play Connect Four?"

"..."

Freya suddenly realized that Mr. Mambo didn't seem like an omniscient and omnipotent primordial demon.

Chapter 44, Starting with the Queen's Election: A Rule That Lasts Forever

evening.

The restaurant at 13 Mink Street isn't large, but it's very clean.

A white tablecloth covered the long table, on which lay a few simple dishes—a whole roasted chicken, cream of mushroom soup, a vegetable salad, and freshly baked bread. Deep red juice was poured into tall glasses, replacing wine.

Sylvia sat to the left of the main seat, holding a glass of juice and sipping it slowly.

Cheng Cheng sat in the main seat, poking at a roasted chicken leg with a fork.

Freya's consciousness shrank deep within her mind, and she dared not utter a sound.

Her current situation is very delicate.

Her body was being controlled, and she could only watch helplessly as "Mr. Mambo" ate with her mouth, held a fork with her hand, and even grabbed a chicken leg and put it in his mouth without any table manners—but none of that mattered.

What's more, the way Sylvia looked at her was like she was looking at her own pet, the tenderness almost overflowing, and she even offered her a piece of cake every now and then... Being treated like a treasure by a woman who had wanted to kill her just hours before, Freya became increasingly suspicious that Sylvia might have contracted some kind of unpredictable illness...

I am not sick.

After all, it's Mr. Mambo who's currently occupying Freya's body.

Sylvia watched as Cheng Cheng stuffed a piece of cut cake into his mouth, chewed it, and squinted his eyes.

"It tastes good." Cheng Cheng nodded. "Where did you buy it?"

Sylvia smiled and said, "This was made by a legendary chef. I spent a full 50,000 credits on it."

Is this...is this someone complaining about themselves to Mr. Mambo?

Mr. Felix, you've really put me in a terrible situation...

Freya was so frightened by what she said that she dared not make a sound.

"Don't spend money so recklessly in the future."

Cheng Cheng took another sip of mushroom soup, and just as he was about to say something, the TV in the corner of the restaurant automatically changed the program.

"...Next, we have an important news segment."

In the video, a host dressed in a suit is facing the camera, speaking with great enthusiasm:

"The highly anticipated Queen's General Election has finally welcomed its first official candidate! Tonight, she will deliver a nationally televised address outlining her governing philosophy! Let's turn the camera to the scene—"

Cheng Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly and turned his attention to the television: "The Queen's Election?"

“Speaking of which, it’s about time.” Sylvia gave Cheng Cheng a deep look. “After all, news of the Queen’s serious illness came out a few days ago, and a certain irresponsible princess has gone missing. The whole kingdom has been working on this for a long time.”

Freya remained silent, her consciousness nestled within Cheng Cheng's mind, refusing to speak.

At this moment, the TV screen switches.

A huge studio appeared on the screen.

The lights were dazzling, and the theater was packed. Below the stage was a sea of ​​people: businessmen in suits, scholars with glasses, reporters with notebooks, and many ordinary citizens, each with an expectant expression on their face.

In the center of the stage, a woman is walking out from backstage.

She wore a sharply tailored white suit, her shoulder-length black hair meticulously combed behind her ears, revealing a pair of exquisite jade earrings. Her makeup was delicate yet not heavy, her eyes and brows carrying a just-right gentleness, and the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, adorned with a friendly smile.

She walked to the front of the podium, gently placed her hands on the edge of the podium, and looked straight ahead.

Her name and slogan appeared on the large screen behind her.

"Liu Ruyan: For the Kingdom's Tomorrow".

"Good evening, citizens of the kingdom. I am Liu Ruyan."

She paused, then smiled slightly:

“Many of you know me because of my shopping mall, my company, and the jobs I’ve created for the kingdom over the years. Yes, I am a businessman. A businessman who immigrated from the Elven Empire and has lived in the kingdom for twenty years.”

Sparse applause rang out from the audience.