Life is not easy, Silver Wolf sighed.
Compared to her nervousness, Stark didn’t think too much of it; he simply climbed upstairs to take a shower, with the landlady watching him from the doorway with a smile.
“You performed quite well; there was no need for me to step in.”
“Oh, by the way, remember to make breakfast tomorrow morning.”
“And what about you, Ms.
Nihilux…”
“I am responsible for looking beautiful and being eye candy.”
Indeed, her black stockings appeared even more mysterious under the dim light; Nihilux had long, slender, and toned legs.
Just like in a manga.
She curled up, propped her sketchbook on her legs, and drew earnestly, her eyelashes fluttering gently, while her deep purple, star-like eyes reflected colors…
When she wasn’t speaking, she was truly a beauty.
“Still not leaving?
Do you want a reward?
Sorry, this shop doesn’t pay wages, or perhaps you want to stay and discuss Aeon BL doujinshi with me.”
“No, I was just wondering why someone would work so hard, drawing for hundreds of years, yet still be such a flop…”
“…”
Nihilux finally raised her eyes.
How was this person like those gossiping guys at the tavern?
Men, did he think he could attract her attention this way?
Interesting…
“You think you can do better?
My little assistant.”
“Is there a reward?”
Nihilux narrowed her eyes slightly, pondering for a long time.
“If you can do it, I’ll acknowledge you’re impressive.”
“Fine, just wait.
Remember to leave me paper and a pen…
I’ll make you admit defeat wholeheartedly.”
“…”
The two childish ghosts made a pact right then and there.
One continued to work frantically, with an editor calling from across the galaxy to rush the manuscript, while the other returned to the basement to continue sleeping with his daughter.
“Did you run into the landlady?”
“Yeah, we chatted for a bit.
Are you jealous?”
To this, Silver Wolf chose to ignore him.
“You, you need to work hard, Stark…
Um, if possible, I want a little sister.”
“Huh?
You don’t have a fever.
Stop talking nonsense and go to sleep.”
“Having you is enough.”
Silver Wolf’s opinion was ignored.
In all honesty, Stark didn’t even dare to hesitate for a second; he loved Wolf Cub so much…
Why would Wolf Cub harm him?
Click.
Stark turned off the light, plunging the utility room into pitch darkness.
The soft, thick quilt covered them both, just as Silver Wolf had imagined…
After he got into bed and crawled under the covers, he rubbed her head.
He pulled her into his embrace.
“Mmm…”
Wolf Cub couldn’t help but whimper, then clamped her mouth shut, absolutely not wanting to make such an embarrassing sound, but…
The sensation of his chest and skin was firm.
She smelled nice, and Stark smelled nice too, because they used the same shampoo and body wash…
So, the scent was the same.
This made one feel very at ease.
But just as she was thinking this, a not-so-skilled singing voice rang out, and Silver Wolf couldn’t help but shiver all over.
“Sleep, sleep, my dear baby.”
“…Are you treating me like a three-year-old?”
“Sigh, have you passed that age already?
Then let me tell you a story about the great Wolf Lord?
No, that’s a bit too early.
Let’s tell the story of Xiao Huohuo instead.”
“Chapter One: The Fallen Genius.”
“…”
The long night stretched on.
As Stark narrated, Silver Wolf’s small worldview suffered a massive impact—Heavenly Flames, mysterious old men…
So cool!
Nihilux and Aha were also listening with great interest.
Of course.
Nihilux was just experiencing writer’s block and had come downstairs for a walk, happening to hear this father and daughter telling stories inside the room.
She sat there for a good long while.
Could this guy actually have something special?
Interesting.
Even until Wolf Cub was held as she drifted off to sleep, she still wanted more.
“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river”—what happened next?
What’s the follow-up!?
You cliffhanger-addicted dog, keep telling the story…
Don’t pretend you don’t know she’s at the door!
Stark really didn’t know; he only caught a glimpse of the system panel flashing that Nihilux was going crazy, but as for why she was going crazy…
He was sleepy and didn’t want to know.
Sleep…
[Warning: Nihilux has come to your bedside.
High-risk entity.]
[Nihilux wants to strangle you.]
[Nihilux gently stroked Silver Wolf’s cheek, treating the underlying illness left behind, and drew graffiti on your face.
Warning cleared.
History record deleted.]
…
The rain in Punklorde wouldn’t fall forever.
Stark discovered the traces of the prank left on his face early in the morning.
He didn’t even need to think about who did it; how childish…
Just because he called her a flop last night?
Can’t a person even speak the truth!?
If you’re bad, just practice more!
She actually got angry from embarrassment and cruelly laid hands on him.
The enemy was strong and he was weak, so in a fit of rage, he got angry for a moment.
He walked into the kitchen and found new ingredients, along with a small note: “For groceries, please find Uncle Wang next door, phone number…”
[It’s all up to you, my dear~]
“This rascal is going too far!”
“…”
Stark angrily slapped the table, but then discovered a mobile phone and a bank card in the corner, with the password 888888.
[Nihilux’s only bank card, holding the owner’s entire net worth: 154,632 Credits.]
Down to the last digit…
“???”
Seriously, sister. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
He admitted his voice was a bit loud just now, but what was the meaning of this?
Stark muttered to himself, was she planning to raise him like a Death Soldier?
But in reality.
Nihilux’s manuscript fees were far higher than this.
She had money; she had been in the industry for so many years, after all.
Even if her manga and novels were only lukewarm, they could still be published.
She could earn at least something.
However, there were too many places in the world that required money, so only a small portion of her manuscript fees was transferred to her private account each time.
She might as well leave that little bit of money for Stark to manage.
It’s not like someone would be bored enough to make a trip to Punklorde just to steal the hundred thousand or so in her card, right?
This was money for raising her daughter and running the shop.
This guy’s cooking was truly delicious…
She couldn’t let poverty limit her meals.
[The pens and sketchbook you wanted are on the table.
They are creations of little Aha, capable of providing infinite pigment and paper.
Looking forward to your masterpiece…
Also, the story of “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river,” I want all of it!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!]
[Iron fist warning: You better not leave this unfinished.]
[Lastly, I’m hungry.
Thanks…]
The long-winded words in the latter half were written on the back of the paper.
As soon as Stark finished reading, it turned into a ball of flying fire and burned away, as if it had never existed in the world.
The power of an Emanator was truly terrifying.
But you have to say, she was actually quite polite.
He laughed for no reason, scratched his head, and felt a bit at a loss.
This really left him with no temper…
“Sigh, no, look at how this turned out.”
“What else is there to say?”
“We’re all brothers…”
Thus, an alluring aroma slowly wafted from the kitchen.
It was no longer just egg fried rice, but steaming hot dishes on plates.
Cauliflower with twice-cooked pork, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a pot of porridge.
Eating like this in the morning seemed a bit greasy, but there wasn’t any shrimp or fish anyway.
Let’s make do.
This was the first official meal since coming to Punklorde.
A lazy Nihilux walked out, stretching in her pajamas.
Her figure was indeed very graceful.
She greeted him with a smile.
Seeing the food on the table, her eyes lit up even more.
She quickened her pace, trotted over, leaned against the table, and narrowed her eyes with a happy expression.
Bright eyes and white teeth, lips as red as cinnabar.
It nearly gave Stark the illusion that she was truly his wife.
Illusions—they were all tricks of the Fools!
“My dear, can we eat now?”
“I…
am going to call Wolf Cub…”
“Why are you blushing?
Seduced by my beauty?”
“…”