Love, Gun, Cupid

I have several hundred years left to live, and a few hundred years is a time when humanity has countless possibilities, from the best to the worst.

The black cat blinked: "It seems that the Greeks are nothing more than expendable goods or allies that can be discarded at any time. I don't understand, I am also a Greek cadre, why are you so honest with me?"

"Because you are a true monster, and so am I. The Greeks are not your allies, and you didn't think about any organizational interests when you spoke to me."

Monsters are all solitary creatures; they pretend to be like everyone else, but their true nature is only revealed when they are alone or facing another monster.

Ragnar pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one with a flame shooting from his finger, took a puff, and continued, "If there's any other reason, well, as I said before, when you take human form, you look somewhat like my daughter."

"You love her very much?"

"Of course, just as Agamemnon loved Iphigenia, I certainly love my offspring, but sometimes, the other self I am is greater than the father self, so even with family, I will sacrifice."

“I can’t understand…because I’m the one being sacrificed,” the black cat said.

"Are you just going to accept your fate like this? I think if you take a gamble, you might have a chance to usurp the original owner's place and thus continue your own life."

"However, my life is essentially illusory. Rather than relying on brute force to try and increase the probability of turning illusion into reality, it is better to live in reality as a shadow. Reality remains, the shadow endures, and my life continues in the same way."

Therefore, I cherish the time I have to live, but I can also calmly discuss my inevitable end... and rebirth.

I think it would be great if a person, or even a monster, could decide how they die.

“How do you want to die?” Ragnar asked.

"Heroes and monsters, their deaths will be remembered, but I can no longer be a hero, so I want to be a monster... I don't want to die in obscurity, even though my existence is illusory, I want people to remember me."

Where is Mr. Ragnar?

Ragnar scratched his head: "Unlike you, I've never thought about death, because my race has a superstitious belief: when a dragon thinks about death, he's really not far from it."

"Do you believe this claim?" the black cat asked.

"I don't believe it. After all, I studied with humans for twenty years. I have to say, the reason why this short-lived, physically weak race was able to dominate the planet is because they have an awe-inspiring enterprising spirit."

They sometimes follow the past, but their main drive is always to move forward, constantly discarding the past, looking ahead, and not letting experience and tradition bind them.

I believe that even if I were to die suddenly, it wouldn't be because I imagined my own death and thus incurred some inexplicable and illogical retribution; there must be a cause to it.

After saying that, Ragnar stared blankly for a while, the cigarette in his hand already half burned out. He said, "If I could choose to die, I would want to die in my family's arms."

"Your family..."

"My father and mother have died of old age. I am their child at the age of four hundred years old—the limit of the white dragon's reproductive age. Therefore, I am not close to my older brothers and sisters who have lived for over a hundred years."

I got married as soon as I came of age. My wife is lovely. She doesn't speak the Imperial Commons very well, and we have a lot of human guests, so she just smiles when she sees them. Whenever she smiles, her cheeks turn rosy.

Later, we had children, and life became even happier. After she put the children to sleep, she would put on my coat, sit on the sofa, and do needlework while watching TV programs that she didn't quite understand.

This is how she passes the time, and I let her do it. Whenever I come back, she excitedly runs over to give me a hug and then heats up my food.

Then one day, when I came home, my wife didn't greet me. She was just sitting there, and I went to call her..."

Ragnar's voice trembled slightly: "She sat there, head bowed, as if asleep...if it weren't for the knife pinning her to the sofa stuck in her chest."

Blood flowed from her wound, leaving dried marks on her clothes, the sofa, and the floor.

If I ever possessed even a shred of humanity, it vanished the moment I witnessed my wife's brutal death.

"And then, did you get married again?" the black cat asked.

"You know my preference for women's body types, it's not that easy. Besides, when I took revenge on my family, although I got what I wanted, I also lost my fertility."

In that case, there's no need for marriage.

Ragnar's cigarette had reached the filter, which he casually tossed aside. He waved to Iphigenia and said, "Goodbye. If you die, I'll build you a grave next to your wife's, my lovely little cat."

Chapter 59 Jealousy (Bonus Chapter)

On the evening of January 24, Jianlan rarely came home, and Jasmine "generously" gave up the right to sleep with Lin Jiade that night, but unexpectedly, Jianlan only wanted to sleep with her.

"You've developed strange sexual desires again?" Jasmine asked warily. "We all have pent-up desires, but that doesn't mean our desires need to be satisfied by the same sex."

"On the contrary, I know you're not sexually interested in me, and I'm interested in you but not sexually... How should I put it, I'm very, very mentally exhausted and need my child to heal me, and in this respect, Jasmine, you're much more suitable than Lin Jiade."

"Hey!"

Jianlan's words infuriated both of them, prompting Lin Jiade and Jasmine to protest involuntarily. She put her arm around Jasmine's shoulder and waved to Lin Jiade, "That's how it is. You'll sleep alone tonight."

Lin Jiade went to sleep on the sofa again. Usually at this time, Wei Ying would be sitting on the other side of the sofa, unceremoniously putting her legs on his lap to play games.

This girl is quite calculating. If she wins this round, she won't mind if he plays with her calves, but if she loses, it will definitely be Lin Jiade's fault, and she will kick him without hesitation.

With her gone, darkness and silence descended after Lin Jiade turned off the lights, and the young man thought it was nice to have a few peaceful nights like this.

Okay, starting today I'll abstain from sex, releasing only once every nine days. The time saved can be used to build muscles that aren't pretty but are useful. He thought.

However, not long after, his phone vibrated. Jianlan sent him a photo. In the background, Jasmine was facing away from Jianlan, wrapped tightly in the blankets, with only her red hair hanging out.

Gladiolus was wearing pajamas with the collar unbuttoned. On her pale, suffocatingly large chest, she had drawn a seductive red lip. As she pulled her elbows inward, the red lip on her chest was squeezed out of shape.

In the darkness, Lin Jiade's breathing became rapid. Unaware of Jasmine's presence, photos of Gladiolus were sent one by one, getting closer and closer to Jasmine. Finally, she quietly rested her head on Jasmine's pillow, took a picture of the two of them together, and sent it with the caption "Mother or daughter?"

Lin Jiade knew he shouldn't look at the first picture, but he couldn't help himself. As a result, he couldn't sleep.

He got up to drink some water and calm himself down, but the door opened at that moment, and Mu Mian and Wei Ying returned. They bumped into Lin Jiade. Wei Ying sneered at Lin Jiade's messy hair in the upper house, while Mu Mian took a step back when she saw Lin Jiade's energetic lower house.

Lin Jiade immediately launched a ruthless pursuit, sliding into the toilet in a zigzag motion. He opened the toilet lid, intending to unleash a penetrating holy light from the House of Representatives to cool himself down, but Wei Ying flashed into the toilet after him, her wicked smile making it seem as if she was forcing him to use his ultimate move, Holy Lance Baptism.

“Hey,” Lin Jiade turned around embarrassedly, “You’ve done it before, haven’t you? Last time you were even cursing at me while washing your face, why bother?”

The answer he received was not from the reed warbler, but from a passionate embrace. The kapok tree's face pressed against his back, its cheeks burning, its breath condensing on his skin, making the surrounding area moist.

"Kapok... what happened?" Lin Jiade asked.

“You brought this on yourselves, I mean the two of you,” said Wei Ying. “You gave her three marks at once, causing her pain, pleasure, and submission, turning her into a puppy in heat.”

And she, because she hated her female identity, had endured it all, until now she'd reached her limit and become like this, so I had no choice but to bring her back to solve the problem.

Before leaving, Wei Ying closed the door and said, "You were the one who put the mark on her, so you should take responsibility for it."

After she finished speaking, she disappeared. Lin Jiade said to Mu Mian, "Didn't she used to hate you? Why is she speaking up for you now?"

However, Kapok could no longer answer Lin Jiade's question. She rubbed against Lin Jiade, and Lin Jiade admitted that he should be responsible for Kapok's current situation. So he grabbed her hand, turned around, cupped her face, and kissed her.

An hour later, a refreshed Mu Mian sat on the sofa wearing Lin Jiade's shirt and trousers. Her hair was still wet, and Lin Jiade used a towel to press it down and dry it. Lin Jiade also entered a kind of ethereal state.

“I hate you, Lin Jiade,” Mu Mian said. “I feel nauseous when I think about how I fawned over you like a shameless bitch.”

"After you finish speaking, you're all tough. Kapok, you're actually quite lecherous. The mark only changes your choices under certain conditions, but it doesn't change your constitution."

“Yes, I was originally designed to please men and be used as a reproductive tool,” the kapok tree said. “What about the bell and the ground peach?”

"I had them monitor the situation in the neighborhood to ensure the safety of the area."

"I mean, how you treat them."

“Used as tools. If you want to ask me if I’ve ever done that to you, no. You turn them into cats and dogs, and just admiring their appearance satisfies my desire for revenge.”

Lin Jiade wiped Mu Mian's hair clean, touched her cheek and said, "You've lost weight. Take care of yourself. Your figure is beautiful, and I don't want to see it shrink. This is an order."

The Submission Mark lit up, dissuading Mu Mian from her plan to have breast reduction surgery. Mu Mian looked at Lin Jiade: "Didn't Jasmine want a nice figure? Using supernatural power for surgery, I can fill her in with my own fat. You don't know how awful it is to have a pair of heavy things hanging in front of your chest when you swing your sword!"

Wei Ying nodded: "That's true. When I teach Lin Jiade your tricks, it sometimes goes wrong when I teach her. Jasmine wants to grow bigger, and Kapok wants to grow bigger. You see, their needs complement each other."

Lin Jiade glared at Wei Ying: "Whose side are you on?"

Wei Ying retorted, "You broke the agreement first, hanging out with some boring woman, always busy with their affairs."

Lin Jiade asked tentatively, "So, you're jealous?"

Wei Ying didn't speak. The moonlight shone in at this moment, and she transformed into the appearance of Jasmine. She climbed onto his lap, sat down, grabbed his shoulders, and touched his nose with hers. Her gaze left Lin Jiade with nowhere to escape.

“I am Jasmine now,” she said domineeringly.

"you are not."

"I am!"

She pushed Lin Jiade down with brute force, causing him to lean against the cotton tree. Just as the young man tried to get up, she gave him a small bite on the shoulder.

"You're supposed to be a god-like figure, can't you have some dignity?" he muttered.

The warbler's response was deeper teeth marks. Once she was satisfied, she moved her head away, examined her unblemished prize, and buried her face in his chest.

“Stupid Lin Jiade,” she whispered, “like an idiot.”

Chapter Sixty: The Forgotten Dragon (Part 1)

On the morning of January 25th, when Hehuan saw Kapok, she let out a joyful laugh and hugged Kapok. Kapok also turned around and hugged her good friend.

The two of them went to whisper to each other, and when they came back, Hehuan's expression was not good. Then, Mumian took Lin Jiade and Jianlan to a room and took out some documents.

"What is this?" Lin Jiade asked.

"According to the information we have on Hehuan's case so far, her family has been accused of having ties with a cult. The cult does exist, and the arrested cult members have admitted to having dealings with Hehuan's parents and diverting their investments to the development of the cult."

Because there wasn't enough solid evidence to prove whether Hehuan's parents acted intentionally or were victims of deception, the resulting financial losses were putting increasing pressure on them.

"They can't hold on any longer?" Jianlan asked.

"After all, it's impossible for someone at their level to be without any messes behind them. They're very afraid of being kicked while they're down, turning things that weren't problems in the past into problems."

Jianlan read for a while, then called Bingdong over. Mumian looked at her with some surprise, while Bingdong avoided Mumian's gaze.

"Look here, here, and here," Jianlan pointed out several key locations in the material. "Does this give you a sense of déjà vu?"

Ice Cave looked closely, nodded, and said, "The monsters cultivated by these cults are exactly the same as what the guardians of the Holy Land have been fighting against."

However, I'm not entirely sure. Could you help me get a piece of the monster's remains? That way I can be sure.

Kapok shrugged: "I'm not so powerful that I can get the evidence held by the prosecution."

"If the monsters they cultivate are of the same origin as what the Holy Land guardians fight against, does this mean that a similar organization exists on the dark side of the Holy Land—perhaps the cult that Hehuan's parents were involved in, which continuously creates monsters while also operating in the real world?"

Ice Cave shook his head: "I don't know. I was never told that there were any evil organizations lurking in the darkness of the Holy Land."

"It seems I have to meet with Henrietta; hopefully she's in the know. Also, the one at the hospital is a crucial lead; we must tighten security."

“I’ll do it,” said Kapok. “I’ll bring some trustworthy people from the Hart family.”

Gladiolus nodded: "I'll go and study it some more. You'd better send someone to keep an eye on Ragnar Sigurdsson."

Lin Jiade pointed to himself: "And what about me?"

"You? Together with Miss Ice Cave, take good care of Jasmine, Hehuan, and your teacher, and appease that one (Reed Warbler). By the first of next month, you will be able to securely advance to the intermediate level and then learn level two magic."

"What kind of magic?"