The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in with Sakura Dormitory

However, given Jiang Jing's past level nine professional skills in ink painting, his understanding and appreciation of painting, and his current physical qualities and control over his body that are beyond the imagination of ordinary people, achieving this can only be considered extremely simple.

Upon hearing this explanation, the simple-minded Shiina Mashiro simply nodded without giving it much thought.

"Alright, let's talk about TaeTae's problem, this person..."

Next, Jiang Jing modified the appearance, figure, and expression of each character drawn by Shiina Mashiro according to the requirements of the work, so that they conformed to the work's setting.

These original drafts are just initial models of the figures; many more steps, such as coloring, are needed later.

However, once the character model is finalized, the subsequent illustrations for scene interactions will not pose a problem for Shiina Mashiro, and Jiang Jing can completely let go of the responsibility.

After Jiang Jing finished revising the scene, Shiina Mashiro looked at it once, memorized it, and then started drawing again.

This time, Shiina Mashiro took a long time to draw. It took more than two hours to finish the portraits of the five characters, including the female lead. The drawing skills were similar to those of the ones Jiang Jing had just revised, but Shiina Mashiro had an added touch of spirit.

A unique spirituality belonging only to Shiina Mashiro's style; the drawing skills are astonishing.

Even Jiang Jing had to admit that Shiina Mashiro had an amazing talent for painting, and if she knew how to cultivate, she might be able to achieve enlightenment through painting.

……

In the early morning, warm sunlight streamed in through the window, scattering across the floor and illuminating the room with dappled light.

Jiang Jing slowly opened his eyes, his mind briefly blank. He lay there quietly, not wanting to think about anything, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of waking up in bed in the morning.

There was no constant sense of crisis threatening the soul, no mutual scheming and spying with opposing gods and demons, and no watchful gaze from behind.

Given Jiang Jing's current physical condition, he can meet his body's needs for ten to fifteen days by not sleeping or eating for several days and nights, or by sleeping for an hour. Ordinary people's lifestyle habits should gradually disappear from him.

However, in order to feel more authentically alive and experience the rhythm of life, Jiang Jing has always maintained the habits of a normal ordinary person in his daily life.

He eats three meals a day on time, and when it's time to sleep at night, he empties his mind and goes to sleep. He even hides the dark will that once belonged to the Great Demon God in his mind. His usual behavior and thinking are only a little more mature and steady than ordinary high school students.

After being lost in thought for a while, Jiang Jing looked down at Shiina Mashiro, who was lying on top of him, and said, "Shiina, get up."

After giving instructions to Shiina Mashiro last night, it was already past 2 a.m. Jiang Jing, feeling weak and exhausted, collapsed onto Shiina Mashiro's bed and fell asleep immediately.

He had no recollection of when Shiina Mashiro climbed up, although even while sleeping he instinctively emitted a faint spiritual energy to be alert to his surroundings.

However, people like Shiina Mashiro, who are familiar with his aura but have no malicious intent and do not pose a danger, will not react when they approach.

"Good morning, Kongtai."

Shiina Mashiro opened her eyes, stared blankly for a moment, and then sat up sleepily. Immediately, a white scene appeared before Jiang Jing's eyes.

Shiina Mashiro's pajamas were unbuttoned at some point, and she was still wearing light blue panties. She was almost sitting naked on Jiang Jing's waist.

"Hey Shiina, do you really not see me as a man?" Jiang Jing shook his head helplessly, admiring the scenery before him.

"Mashiro" Shiina Mashiro looked at the river view.

"what?"

"Call me Mashiro." Shiina Mashiro quietly looked at Jiang Jing.

“That’s not what we’re talking about right now. Also, do you know what it means to call someone by their first name?” Jiang Jing asked, looking at Shiina Mashiro.

At this moment, Shiina Mashiro's eyes were very serious: "I know, Rita said that people who are very close to each other can call each other that."

“Sorata and I are very close, so you can call him that.”

Seeing this, Jiang Jing didn't make a fuss and nodded: "Okay, Chui... Zhenbai, get up and change your clothes first."

Shiina Mashiro's lips twitched slightly, a rare smile flashing across her face. Instead of getting up, she leaned over and lay on top of Jiang Jing, holding him tightly with both hands.

A barely audible sound rang in Jiang Jing's ears.

"Sorata is a great artist, he won't leave me."

Jiang Jingna, who was about to push Shiina Mashiro away, paused and placed his hand on her waist, quietly embracing her. For a moment, neither of them made any further moves.

From those simple words, Jiang Jing clearly sensed the deep loneliness in Shiina Mashiro's heart.

It was a desolate feeling of walking alone in a vast, white world. The girl appeared very strong and indifferent to the outside world, but she was actually very lonely and sensitive inside.

She was exposed to painting from a young age, and her talent was so great that those around her could not withstand the pressure and criticism, and they all left her one by one, including her best friend who grew up with her.

Until yesterday, when she saw that the novel written by the boy who had been so kind to her was being valued by a major company, and that he had shown a talent for drawing that was no less than hers, Shiina Mashiro felt not surprise, but happiness.

In truth, Shiina Mashiro had always harbored a deep fear that Jiang Jing would end up like Rita, unable to bear the pressure of the talent gap and leaving her.

"Mashiro, I'm coming in."

"Wow... junior, Mashiro and I are developing so fast?"

"That's amazing."

"Junior, junior, tell me how you did it, I want to learn..."

The quiet atmosphere was instantly broken. Misaki Kamiigusa, who had just entered, stared wide-eyed at the scene on the bed, extremely excited.

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Chapter 24 Connor the Little White Dragon

Because of Misaki Kamiigusa, when Jiang Jing brought Shiina Mashiro down for breakfast, both Chihiro Sengoku and Jin Mitaka knew that he had slept in Mashiro's room the night before.

"Although I'm very cheerful, I still want to remind you that you're still just high school students. Be more restrained and don't cause any deaths," said Chihiro Sengoku, who was drinking beer early in the morning, with several empty bottles already in front of her.

As Mitaka Jin was about to leave, he patted Jiang Jing on the shoulder as he passed by: "Kanda is not bad. He won over Shiina without making a sound. I used to think you weren't interested in women."

"Hey... I was just discussing manga with Mashiro late last night and fell asleep. What's with that look on your face?" Jiang Jing said, speechless.

"And Ren-senpai, I've never said I'm not interested in women, have I?"

The mornings at Sakura-sou are usually noisy. Today is Sunday, so there's no school. Mitaka Jin has made plans with his nurse sister Noriko, and Sengoku Chihiro even goes to a mixer on Sundays.

However, it's unclear whether she was genuinely going to a social event or just looking for free food and drinks.

Misaki Kamiigusa seemed to be spurred on by the river view, and after finishing breakfast, she ran back to her room to continue working on her new work. Ryunosuke Akasaka, as always, stayed indoors and did not go out.

Similarly, after Shiina Mashiro finalized the character designs with Jiang Jing last night, she went upstairs after breakfast to officially draw the cover of "Toradora!"

Unlike the original comic artwork, this illustration features the distinct colors of an anime, and the cover, as agreed upon by the two, depicts the male and female protagonists facing each other from side to side, back to back.

So Sakura Manor immediately became quiet. Jiang Jing, whose bloodline transformation was successful and who no longer needed to cultivate, fed a few cats, changed into a set of casual clothes, and prepared to go out for a stroll.

As for writing a novel? No rush, I'll do it when the thought comes to mind.

"It's been so long since I woke up, and I haven't even had a proper walk around yet." With his hands behind his head, Jiang Jing strolled lazily down the street, aimlessly wandering along the road.

All sorts of people come and go, cars come and go, car horns blare, people talk—countless pieces of information come together to form this vibrant and lively world.

The sun blazed unrestrainedly in the sky, spewing forth endless matter and energy that dissipated into the dark void of the universe, bringing light to the gloomy world.

The warm sunlight, carrying immense energy, poured down from the sky, endlessly absorbing into Jiang Jing's body. His Kryptonian cells evolved rapidly, and the feeling of his physique constantly strengthening made Jiang Jing extremely happy.

As noon approached, Jiang Jing, who hadn't bothered to remember his way, had no idea where he was. However, judging from the surrounding buildings, he should be on the edge of a commercial street.

Jiang Jing found a bakery by the river and bought a pineapple bun that looked and tasted good. He sat on a roadside chair to have it for lunch.

Just then, Jiang Jing sensed a gaze fixed on the bread in his hand and immediately turned to look.

The source of the gaze was an alley between two low-rise buildings, but the other party was very alert, and just as Jiang Jing reacted, a figure flashed and disappeared.

However, Jiang Jing, with his amazing eyesight, still managed to see what she looked like. She was a cute little girl who looked only six or seven years old, wearing a pink and white pleated short skirt, with a slightly round face and long silver-pink hair.

What caught Jiang Jing's attention, however, was a pair of small white horns on the little girl's head, one curving upwards and the other downwards, near her ears.

An ordinary person might think it's just decoration, but Jiang Jing sees it as a pair of horns.

In the dark, deserted alley of "Dragon," Jiang Jing looked at the little girl in front of him and found her interesting.

"Evil and cunning human, how did you recognize me?" The little girl looked warily at the human who had suddenly appeared in front of her, her face showing a fierce expression, as if to say, "I'm very fierce and not to be trifled with."

The little girl's tail, which looked like a ball of yarn, swayed nervously behind her. She sensed a dangerous aura emanating from the human who had suddenly appeared before her, and the little magic she had left began to gather.

"You have dragon horns on your head and a tail, and you exude a strong dragon aura. Aren't you just blatantly telling everyone that you are a dragon?" Jiang Jing found this question, which sounded like a villain's entrance, quite interesting.

He wasn't particularly interested in the extraordinary creatures of this world, but since they had appeared before him, he didn't mind coming to take a look.

By this time, he had already guessed who the little girl in front of him was: Kanna Kamui, also known as Kanna Kamui, a character from an anime he had seen before called Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid.

What a chaotic world.

The little girl Connor's face was serious, and she said with a tough demeanor, "You are not human. Tell me, what are you? How could a human smell the dragon aura on his body?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jing sneered slightly, his demeanor instantly changing, and a terrifying and evil aura began to spread: "Alright, I will tell you, I am the supreme Lord of Chaos and Nothingness."

At this moment, Jiang Jing's eyes were extremely cold, and a faint golden light flickered deep in his eyes, as if it could freeze the soul. "This is a wisp of my avatar. Since you have seen through me today, I have no choice but to send you to the deepest darkest hell."

The moment that evil aura appeared, Connor's hair stood on end. He felt himself enveloped by an immense evil and terror, an aura even more terrifying than the abyss demon king he had once encountered with his parents.

Crackle!

Stimulated, Connor's remaining magic surged violently, his entire body enveloped in blue lightning. Following his instincts, he charged towards Jiang Jing with astonishing force in his small fist.

Snapped! !

"Ah...what an evil aura."

"Master Toddler, come save me!"

"You wicked creature, I will not submit to you..."

Connor, whose head was being held down by Jiang Jing with one hand, glared and yelled, fiercely swinging his fists, but his arms were too short to reach...

"So weak, are you really a dragon?"

Feeling the impact of several tons of force coming from the front of his hand, and seeing that Connor was no different from an ordinary little girl except for releasing weak lightning, Jiang Jing couldn't help but wonder if the little girl in front of him was a fake dragon.

At this moment, Jiang Jing, who had just scared the little girl, had withdrawn his aura and was looking at her suspiciously.

Connor suddenly took two steps back and said fiercely, "Hmph, don't underestimate dragons. If I weren't hungry and the mana here wasn't too low in purity to restore my magic, I could definitely defeat you."

"Is that so?" Jiang Jing nodded, then turned and walked out of the alley.

"You're not going to kill me?" Connor was taken aback.

"Why would I kill you?" Jiang Jing turned around and smiled.

This little white dragon poses no threat to him, nor is it ferocious or tyrannical. Most importantly, he is no longer in the Nightmare Space, and there is no need for him to let darkness surface in his heart.

"Why are you following me?" Sitting on a bench by the roadside, Jiang Jing looked at Connor, who had come out with him, with a strange expression.

"Who...who followed you? I was just going that way." The little girl at least denied it, but her big eyes couldn't help but dart towards the pineapple bun in Jiang Jing's hand.

"Want some?" Jiang Jing held up the bread in his hand.