An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

Actually, most of my time is spent on housework and taking care of three young children.

"Linda, can we still be normal friends in the future? There won't be a situation where we have to leave once a secret is discovered, right?" Betty asked tentatively.

Ilsa smiled helplessly: "Of course, as long as you don't mind, we'll still be best friends."

The three girls exchanged a glance, then stepped forward together and hugged Ilsa.

The young princess sighed and reached out to hug them.

"It's so nice to be friends with you, Linda..."

"It would be even better if Betty stopped making those jokes in the future."

Ilsa said casually, but then she saw Betty suddenly blush and turn her head away, as if she had been told something embarrassing, and she looked shy.

"Oh... I know..." Betty said softly, her demeanor much more restrained than usual.

Ilsa opened her mouth, sensing that something was off about her...

Chapter 144 A Beautiful Yet Ordinary Evening

At night, at home, Ya Feng looked at the light screen in front of him and tallied up the results of the week's prayers.

"By Saturday, we had collected a total of 510 Wisdom Points. We used them all up when we killed that calamity beast, but after rescuing the tourists and those three girls... Betty gained the most, a whopping 150 points in one go? Saving lives really does give that much... And Momoo's... 60 points, hmm... that's about right... And that curator, helping him solve such a huge problem also increased our Wisdom Points considerably..."

Finally, after resolving this calamity beast incident, the total number of Wishes he received was...

"640 point."

Aside from the 500 points needed to obtain intelligence, the rest can be used by oneself.

It's true that saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda; resolving one crisis earns him more than he does a week of good deeds.

Why don't you just become Spider-Man yourself? Officer Ingberg, your good neighbor, the Silver Moon Dragon Knight.

However, the crime rate in the royal city is still too low; even spending a lot of time might not yield any such crisis events.

Hmm... What if I created some crisis events myself, and then appeared as a hero to save everyone?

For example, they could dismantle a small section of the railway and then rescue the passengers when the train derails...

Ya Feng's face gradually darkened, and he chuckled.

Seeing Ya Feng laughing, Xiao Guang tilted his head. Although he didn't understand what Ya Feng was laughing at, he also chuckled along.

Looking at Xiao Guang's silly grin, Ya Feng sighed, patted her head, and his smile turned somewhat helpless.

Forget it, once you start doing this, your character will be gradually eroded. I don't want to be a hero anymore, but I don't want to be a demon king either.

Moreover, he mustn't set a bad example for children.

"Master, the talent resets in two hours," Xiao Guang reminded him.

Ya Feng glanced at the time; the talent update time was every Monday at 1 AM, and it was already 11 PM.

"Oh right, the wishing ability hasn't been scanned yet. Xiao Guang, scan the chip first and put it into your storage station."

"Received!" Xiao Guang saluted, then his blue eyes lit up, and he froze completely.

Ya Feng glanced at the progress bar and realized that it was a bit slow this time, and it would take a while longer, so he decided to go downstairs to get something to drink.

When they got downstairs, they found Ilsa in the kitchen, cooking noodles.

"You're still awake?" Ya Feng approached her.

"I just woke up. I was so tired when I got back that I fell asleep. I just woke up and was starving, so I came down to get some noodles," Ilsa said, then added:

"Want some? It's just been put in. If you want some, I'll put some in for you too."

"Okay, I'm a bit hungry too, add more chili."

Ya Feng sat at the dining table, watching Ilsa, wearing an apron, busy at the stove on a small stool.

This scene is something I see every day, but for some reason, it looks exceptionally beautiful in the quiet night under the bright lights.

Would you like some pickled cucumbers?

Ilsa turned to look at Ya Feng, only to find him propping his chin up and grinning foolishly at her.

"What are you spacing out for?" Ilsa said helplessly when she saw his expression. "I'm asking you if you want some pickled cucumbers."

"Oh, let's add some," Ya Feng said, finally realizing what was happening.

Sigh, only seeing this scene can confirm that I haven't lived in vain.

Two steaming bowls of pork bone noodle soup were served.

Because Ya Feng loves noodles, Ilsa had previously cooked a large pot of pork bone soup and frozen it in portions. She could then simply take it out and boil it for breakfast or a late-night snack.

The stewed meat was tender and juicy, with sesame oil, chili oil, soy sauce, chopped green onions, half a runny hard-boiled egg, and pickled cucumbers to cut through the richness. The aroma was irresistible, and just smelling it made my stomach rumble.

Ya Feng picked up his fork, but then Ilsa added a few more pieces of boiled greens to his bowl.

“I don’t want this,” Ya Feng said, frowning.

“You can’t be picky about food.” Ilsa raised her chin, looking utterly unquestionable.

Ya Feng sighed. Better a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one. He soaked the vegetables in the broth, then gulped them down in one go, finishing them all.

"You..."

Seeing him shake his head, Ilsa sat back down and started eating her noodles.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, ate in small bites, and sipped her soup with a small spoon.

"Ya Feng, is it really okay for Betty and the others to know about those things?"

She suddenly said this while she was eating.

"Well..." Ya Feng swallowed a mouthful of noodles: "Actually, I should leave this decision to you. They are your friends. If you don't want them to know, I can find a way to make them forget about it now."

Ilsa paused for a moment, then shook her head: "Forget it. I'm just worried that something might happen in the future and they might get involved too. After all, with their personalities, if something happens to me, they'll definitely want to get involved."

"Then you've really made a good friend," Ya Feng said.

"No...it's just because they're kids, they always like adventure and stuff," Ilsa said softly.

"Don't worry, they're not from ordinary families. I remember they're at least daughters of a Supreme Court judge, right? Any trouble they might encounter won't affect them. Besides..."

Ya Feng smiled slightly and raised one arm, flexing his muscles:

"I'll take care of all the trouble, your old man."

"Mmm, thank you for your hard work." Ilsa said in a tone that sounded like she was coaxing a child.

“Oh, and there’s more.” Ilsa suddenly glared at him:

"Betty seems to care about you a little more this time, but you absolutely mustn't take advantage of this to make a move on her!"

"So you still see me that way... She's such a young child, and I'm not a lolicon, how could I possibly do something like that?" Ya Feng sighed.

"Hmph..." Ilsa simply raised her chin and snorted twice at his words.

“Besides,” Ya Feng chuckled, looking at Ilsa.

"I have Ilsa, and that's enough for me."

Ilsa paused for a moment, then her face flushed red, her eyes darted around, and she immediately lowered her head.

"Fool..."

She glared at Ya Feng with a look of embarrassment and annoyance: "I'm starting to feel like I owed you something in my past life, and now I'm here to pay it back."

"Maybe that's it?" Ya Feng chuckled.

They were chatting under the light when Zehita came downstairs, clearly having just woken up and was looking for something to eat.

"I'm so hungry... What smells so good..."

As if drawn by the aroma, she tilted her head and followed the scent into the kitchen, where she saw the rich broth of pork bone noodles, and her eyes lit up immediately.

"I want some too!"

“We’ve already run out of noodles… I’ll make you something else to eat, Zeshita,” Ilsa said.

"But I just want to eat noodles."

Ya Feng chuckled, then pushed his bowl forward slightly:

"Zehita, if you call me 'husband,' I'll give you a bite."

"Bring it to you!"

Without a word, Zehita snatched the bowl from him, grabbed his fork, and started slurping down the food.

"You evil dragon... Hey, leave some for me!" Ya Feng shouted.

Zeshita quickly finished eating, took a sip of soup, and then pushed the bowl back to Ya Feng.

"Here, I've left you half a bowl. Are you satisfied now?" Silver Dragon said, wiping his mouth.

Ya Feng looked down and saw that he had indeed left half a bowl, but the dragon had eaten all of his soft-boiled egg and stewed meat!

"I was planning to save the meat for last, but you didn't leave me a single bite!" Ya Feng said angrily.

"I thought you didn't like it because you left so much, so I ate it all for you." Zeshita waved his hand.

"You evil dragon, don't you understand the essence at the bottom of the bowl?!"

"Who cares about all that? I'm full and sleepy, bye-bye." Zehita said, patting his behind and leaving.

"This girl... really needs to be disciplined properly, and taught some principles of being a dragon," Ya Feng said through gritted teeth.

Ilsa looked at him and sighed, then pushed her bowl in front of him, put the stewed meat and the soft-boiled egg into his bowl, and added a few more bites of noodles.

Is this enough?

Looking at the meat and eggs in his bowl, Ya Feng felt a warmth in his heart.

"My mom still loves me the most..."

Even after having a wife, one shouldn't forget their mother.

"Idiot, hurry up and eat. And remember to brush your teeth before bed after you finish eating," Ilsa said to him, then sat back down and started eating her half-bowl of noodles.

...

After finishing his meal, he returned to the study, just as Xiao Guang had finished installing the chip.

Ya Feng took a look and found that this was not like the previous Ma Liang's magic brush, which had limitations. After installation, it was no different from the current one, and Xiao Guang did not need to consume computing power to use it.

"That's quite convenient," Ya Feng said.

Now that he has received many more wishes, he plans to fulfill some of his family's wishes as well.

"Xiao Guang, what is your wish?" he asked.

"Hmm..." Xiao Guang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then grinned:

"Xiao Guang wants to stay with his master forever."

"Silly girl, you don't need to make that wish." Ya Feng patted her head helplessly.

Chapter 145 Zeshita's Crybaby Form

He had half an hour left, waiting for the moment his talent would be refreshed.

When the time came, Xiao Guang opened his eyes.

"Master, the talent has been refreshed!"

"What is it?" Ya Feng asked immediately.

A glint flashed in Xiao Guang's eyes, and a moment later, a gun landed in her hand.

At the same time, a light screen unfolded:

[Reversal Gun: Can reverse the properties of an object (excluding material properties) for 48 hours. It only works on a single object, and an object cannot be reversed again during the effective period. It cannot be used for overly complex things (such as world laws or mathematical logic)].

"Reverse the gun..."

Looking at the cartoonish little pistol with its spiral-shaped front end, Ya Feng felt as if it had stepped out of the Rick and Morty movie set next door.

However, just by listening to the sound, it feels like it's on the same level as the previous ones.