An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

Reverse things...

However, judging from the description, it cannot reverse the laws of matter; otherwise, a sweep anywhere would directly annihilate matter and antimatter.

So what were the actual results?

"Xiao Guang, are there any restrictions on its use?" Ya Feng asked.

"This gun needs to be charged. It charges one round every 24 hours, and can hold a maximum of three rounds," Xiao Guang said.

"Hmm...it's full of ammunition now," Ya Feng said after glancing at it.

Ya Feng held it and thought for a moment, then noticed a half-empty bag of potato chips on the table.

He raised his gun and fired at the potato chips.

A fluorescent green laser beam shot out and hit the potato chip with a "plop," but nothing happened. The potato chip was still there. He thought it would turn back into a potato or something.

"No change?"

He picked up the potato chips, but when he looked at them, he was both amused and exasperated.

This bag of spicy potato chips has now turned into a sweet one...

"So this is the plot twist..."

It seems that the effect of this gun is based on reversing the concept and logic of an item.

But it doesn't seem to have any practical use...

Ya Feng took a bite of the sweet potato chip and wondered what he could do with it.

Hmm... Could you turn those unfinished novels and comics on the bookshelf into happy endings?

Or turn mature woman erotic images into loli erotic images...

Sigh, now that I've opened up my mind, it suddenly feels like it's actually helping.

Then he saw the painting of Zeshita that Xiaoguang had drawn a few days ago hanging on the door. It was the worst painting she had done in a while. She had been learning from Lucia for so long and still managed to draw it like this. Ya Feng hung it up so that she would take it as a lesson and look at it carefully every day!

Could you use a reverse-type camera to correct this painting and fix the mistakes?

He also wanted to test whether the gun could work on images and words, so he raised the reverse gun, aimed it at the painting, and fired.

"Hey, Ya Feng, where's my comic book...?"

But to his surprise, the door opened immediately after the launch, and Zeshita was standing right in the doorway. The fluorescent green ray struck her directly, causing her to fall backward onto the floor.

"Zechita!"

Ya Feng was stunned; he never expected someone to pull such a stunt on him.

Oh no, what will happen if I shoot a real person? Will it turn her back into a dragon?!

Ya Feng quickly dropped his gun and ran forward, and Xiao Guang also rushed over.

"What happened? What happened?!"

Ilsa, who was in the room, heard the noise and quickly opened the door, only to find the silver dragon lying on the ground.

"This, this is..."

Ya Feng quickly stepped forward to help Zeshita up and checked her over.

Fortunately, she seemed to be fine, with no changes in her body, and she even sat up on her own, groaning in pain while clutching her head.

"It hurts..." Zeshita whispered, clutching her head.

"It's not my fault! You just suddenly opened the door and came in!"

Since she was alright, Ya Feng took a step back, ready to pounce on the evil dragon and seek revenge at any time.

But then Zeshita raised her head, her golden eyes now filled with fear and a pitiful look, like a frightened fawn.

"Yes, I'm sorry, it's my fault... I, I didn't mean to open the door... Next time, I'll never do it again..."

Zeshita's soft, even slightly sobbing voice rang out. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at him cautiously, her neck hunched, as if she were afraid that Ya Feng would hit her.

Looking at her like this, one might think she had been subjected to long-term violence by Ya Feng.

"No, no... what's wrong with you...?"

"This is... Zeshita? This... this is Zeshita, right?" Ilsa's eyes widened as she looked at the silver dragon in disbelief.

The arrogant Silver Moon Dragon King, who was usually the domineering and unreasonable Zeshita, was now like a soft little girl, sitting on the floor like a duck, her neck tucked in, her eyes red, her head lowered timidly, and her tail tightly tucked in, as if she would cry for a long time if she were punched.

Looking at the reversing gun in his hand, Ya Feng realized that it was the effect of the reversing gun.

In other words, does this gun reverse Zehita's personality?

Did they just turn the Dragon King into a kitten?

"Ya Feng, what exactly happened?" Ilsa asked him, hands on her hips.

"This... I was testing Hikari's new ability, and I accidentally hit Zeshita... causing her personality to reverse..."

"Personality reversal?"

"Yeah, it's probably because she was so domineering before, that's how weak she is now," Ya Feng said, twitching his lips.

"Then, then..." Ilsa became anxious, "What should we do? She's the Dragon King! In this state..."

"Don't worry, it's only valid for a maximum of 48 hours, or two days, after which it will return to normal," Ya Feng said.

Ilsa finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really... you should be more careful."

They both looked at Zeshita, and the silver dragon immediately shrank its neck and sobbed.

"I...I was wrong. I'll never open the door to anyone again..." she said softly, her head bowed.

They exchanged another glance, and then Ilsa stepped forward, knelt down beside Zeshita, and smiled gently:

“We didn’t blame you, Zeshita, you don’t need to be so scared…” Ilsa comforted her like an older sister, calming her down.

"Really...really won't hit me anymore?" the silver dragon said pitifully.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Who in this family has ever hit you?" Ya Feng couldn't help but say.

"Well!"

Even so, the silver dragon was startled and immediately hid in Ilsa's arms, trembling.

Seeing the usually proud silver dragon now so soft and cuddly, Ya Feng felt a surge of excitement. He leaned closer and poked at her dragon horns.

"Hey, not so arrogant anymore? Now you know who's the boss in this house? Still dare to steal my meat? Hmm?"

"Waaah! Yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I won't do it again!" Zeshita actually started sobbing.

"Ya Feng!" Ilsa glared at him, then quickly patted Zeshita's shoulder to comfort him.

"Fine, it's my fault..." Ya Feng sighed, rubbing his head.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. Luckily, she's only become a little softer, not more violent. Just be careful what you say to her these next couple of days and treat her well, and everything should be fine," he said.

“That’s the only way…” Ilsa said.

"Zehita, shall I take you back to your room to sleep?" she said to Zehita, who was nestled in her arms.

Zeshita nodded, tears still in her eyes, then cautiously probed further:

"Um... I'd like to have a glass of milk before bed... is that okay...?"

Ilsa lowered her head.

"I'll... I'll go heat it up for you..."

...

After half an hour,

Ilsa emerged from Zehita's room with a weary sigh.

"Finally asleep..."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mom."

Ilsa glared at him, "It's all because of you!"

"I can't help it... it wasn't intentional." Ya Feng shrugged.

"Sigh...it feels like Zeshita's mentality is like that of a two- or three-year-old child now...she was terrified by the slightest noise from the window just now...it took a long time to calm her down," Ilsa said, rubbing her head.

"This will continue for two more days, and we all have to go to school tomorrow... How can we leave her alone at home then?"

"What should we do then..." Ya Feng said, then seemed to think of something else:

"Should we take it to school with her?"

Chapter 146 They can bully me at will.

Early the next morning.

Ya Feng yawned as he walked downstairs and saw Ilsa preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

"I'm so sleepy, I was up until after 2 a.m. last night..." He sat down at the dining table, dozing off.

As soon as she sat down, Ilsa said:

"Ya Feng, go check if Zeshita has woken up yet."

"What? Doesn't she usually wake up very late in the morning?" Ya Feng said nonchalantly, picking up the newspaper.

“Didn’t I already say? Her personality has changed so much now, we need to keep a close eye on her,” Ilsa said.

"She's just changed her personality, she's not a child anymore. Do you expect us to dress her and give her a bath every time she gets out of bed..."

Ya Feng stopped there, then immediately put down the newspaper and went upstairs.

"I gonna go see!"

“You rascal…” Ilsa said, gripping the spatula tightly.

Ya Feng went upstairs and knocked on Zeshita's door first.

"Cough cough, Zeshita, are you awake?"

There was no response from inside.

He hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and went inside.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was dark. Zeshita was still curled up in bed, fast asleep.

He first drew back the curtains to let the sunlight in, then went to the bedside.

The silver dragon girl on the bed was curled up, hugging her tail, sleeping soundly in a small ball.

Ya Feng had heard before that sleeping posture can reveal a person's personality.

The sleeping postures of Zeshita that we saw before were all very casual, with her legs spread wide and sprawled out. This is the so-called sleeping posture of a strong person. She has enough confidence and does not care about exposing her weaknesses. It is a manifestation of having great power.

The fact that she's curled up like this, hugging her tail, is a sign of complete insecurity, just like those small animals that are constantly worried about encountering predators.

They're quite cute.

"Zehita, it's time to get up." Ya Feng patted her tail.

"Huff...huff...um..."

The silver dragon's eyelids twitched, it opened its eyes, released its tail, and sat up. Its long silver hair slid down its cheeks, and its loose pajamas draped over its shoulders, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin on its chest.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, murmured as she looked at Ya Feng, then lowered her head timidly, pursed her lips, and whispered:

"Good morning..."

Ya Feng was momentarily stunned; it was truly the first time he had ever seen such a... delicate and soft Zeshita.

If he were to wake Zeshita up early in the morning under normal circumstances, the dragon's explosive morning grumpiness would probably have ripped his house apart, and he would never have seen such a beautiful sight.

He has turned the evil dragon into a kitten.

"It's time for breakfast, get up quickly!" Ya Feng said to her, and then went out first.

"Hey!"

Unexpectedly, Zeshita suddenly rushed up and grabbed him, her weak eyes pleading: