Nihilux ruffled Stark’s hair.
“What is my little brother thinking about?
Is little Aha punishing her, wanting to be a rebellious child?
Her head was bitten off by the Voracity, and she’s still being cheeky…”
So who was she running around for?
She just sat beside Stark and began to work, chatting as if it were casual.
“Because of your appearance, the script of His game has undergone a major change.
If you keep giving Wolf Cub cheats and boosting her progress like this…
watch out, the game’s difficulty might increase.”
“After all, when a mysterious old man shows up to deliver a golden finger, the next step is bound to involve hardship, like suddenly losing someone important and embarking on a lonely path to power.”
This sounded like lines from a story script.
But stories always originate from reality; becoming prominent invites jealousy, climbing to higher steps leads to encountering more crises and tougher bosses…
This wasn’t Aha messing around.
He never manipulated anything; it was just the way the Order of the world worked.
“Then thanks for the warning, but what does Aha know about games?
I’m raising my daughter, so I definitely want her to have a blast from start to finish.
Leveling up, slapping faces, and getting stronger is the only way.”
“He really knows how to spoil the fun.”
Nihilux smiled.
Based on her understanding of her own Aeon, who loved nothing more than chaos, He wouldn’t harm anyone, but if Stark became too overpowered…
Who knows, there might be a grand separation between father and daughter, or a forced descent of a god to whisk Stark away someday—that’s how it’s written in novels!
That’s the only way their protagonist, Silver Wolf, can embark on her journey…
As for Aha, what bad intentions could He possibly have?
He just wanted to see what kind of smiles would erupt when the father and daughter reunited after enduring all sorts of hardships.
Of course…
These were all just Nihilux’s guesses.
It was quite interesting.
She thought so too.
“By the way, A-Yun, I drew a doujin.
Do you want to see it?”
“???”
Stark didn’t stop his hand, but his head froze for a second.
He looked at Nihilux strangely.
Wait, what are you doing?
A man and a woman looking at a doujin in the middle of the night?
“The kind I’m thinking of?”
“For sure…
wanna see?”
Stark thought for two seconds.
This was definitely a trap!
He wouldn’t fall for it.
“Not looking…
I’m busy.
Hurry up and finish today’s quota so I can go to sleep.”
“No…
I can’t draw anymore.
Look at it for a bit, otherwise I won’t have any inspiration.”
“…”
For an artist…
Other than work, she could probably handle carrying bricks at a construction site, but she just didn’t want to rush her manuscript.
Nihilux forcefully leaned in beside Stark, pulled a printed doujin from under her skirt, and invited him to enjoy it together.
She grinned mischievously, winking at him.
Stark’s Adam’s apple bobbed…
“Ahem, let’s get this straight, I’m only appreciating this from the professional perspective of an artist.
“Come on~ Have a taste.
I guarantee you’ll like it.”
“…”
Stark’s hand trembled slightly as he opened the first page.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen doujins before—as an artist, he’d seen plenty—but enjoying a doujin drawn by a female artist with her right there…
That was truly a first in his life…
He flipped to the first scene.
On the page, Ruan Mei had Ms.
Herta pinned to the ground, asking if she had anything else to say.
Ms.
Herta turned her head away, her face a mix of shyness and cold arrogance.
[Nothing left to say.
Please, do it quickly.]
The narration added, What a pair of star-crossed lovers!
Stark threw the doujin away as if it were a reflex.
“Take your star-crossed lovers and go eat a big serving of nothing!”
“Hey, don’t be so excited!”
“My doujin!”
Nihilux hugged the doujin that had almost flown away, feeling heartbroken.
She was preparing to publish this thing and had wanted Stark to critique it beforehand.
“Promise me, look through it first, okay?”
“You need to pay me for emotional damages…
Is this what you called a doujin?
This is fraud.”
“Keep looking, I promise there’s more!”
“…”
Stark exhaled and took back that piece of shit.
He absolutely didn’t want to tarnish Ms.
Herta, it was just that Nihilux’s drawing skills were indeed excellent, and he wanted to admire Ms.
Herta’s peerless beauty.
That was all.
The subsequent content was, without a doubt, complete fraud.
It was called a doujin, but it showed nothing, instead using classic shoujo-style flower petals and pool ripples as substitutes.
In between, there was also Ruan Mei feeding Ms.
Herta pastries…
As for how she fed her, don’t ask.
Later on, it got melodramatic, with Ms.
Herta and Screwllum collaborating, and Ruan Mei getting jealous and tying up both Screwllum and Ms.
Herta.
Poor Screwllum.
“How is it?”
“Do you want the truth?”
“Of course, isn’t it great?”
“Aside from leeching off Ms.
Herta and Ruan Mei’s popularity, it’s just a pile of trash.
And you’re pulling a fraud by calling it a doujin.
Let me ask you, do you even know how to draw a doujin!?”
“Watch closely, this is what a real doujin is!”
Stark’s anger flared.
He picked up his pen and began to draw.
With a few quick strokes, he sketched out a woman’s graceful figure—white hair, purple eyes, wearing glasses, looking slightly arrogant, with her legs crossed and wearing a pleated skirt…
The camera angle came from below, focusing on the black stockings.
“She” had a playful and disdainful expression.
Some images have vitality; he believed that even without text, readers could grasp the theme the artist wanted to express.
As for what a doujin is…
Just sketch a few lines and it’s formed, right?
Even if the universe has laws, one must still dance freely while wearing shackles.
Otherwise, how would the readers enjoy it!
“See that?
This is the minimum requirement for a doujin, right!”
“If you pull another fraud, I’ll beat you to death!”
“…”
Stark was filled with righteous indignation.
Perhaps because it touched on his professional field, he was a bit too excited, shoving the drawing board right in front of Nihilux’s face.
Nihilux was silent…
Even though an Emanator of an Aeon is knowledgeable and experienced, her face was slightly flushed at this moment.
Why?
Because the character in the drawing was none other than Nihilux herself.
And Stark had drawn her so vividly.
He must…
look at her quite often, right?
“She’s so pretty!”
Nihilux cupped her face and smiled, but her eyes weren’t fixed on the drawing; instead, she was staring straight at Stark.
Drawing a doujin of her right in front of her face—what did that mean?
“…”
Under her gaze, Stark felt guilty.
He coughed twice and slowly sat back down.
He had almost mistaken Nihilux for his old friend.
He quietly clicked to clear the screen…
But Nihilux reached out and stopped him.
“Don’t delete it.
You’ve already drawn it, so send it to me to save.
This is the first time someone has drawn this kind of thing for me; it’s worth commemorating.”
“By the way, your picture doesn’t match the reality.
One-star review.”
“I…”
Does it match?
Or does it not?
Stark just opened his mouth to retort, but the words got stuck in his throat.
Can’t say it.
If I say it, I’ll die.
He looked away guiltily, feeling Nihilux’s smiling gaze on him.
The road ahead—let’s explore it later!
A certain magical flying white-haired emergency food seemed to run in front of Stark and said that, so the topic of the doujin ended there.
Nihilux stretched…
She leaned back on the sofa once more and picked up the drawing board to work properly, sometimes deep in thought, sometimes wearing a smile.
The living room was quiet, returning to its usual state.
To be fair…
Stark thought his drawing was definitely not bad, whether it was the slender legs in black stockings, the slender waist, or the liveliness of the eyes.
She was truly beautiful!
Damn it…
It’s all so lewd; don’t fall into the trap of desire.
But a silent Nihilux was very easy to like—provided she didn’t speak.
However, actors always subconsciously perform in front of others…
“Nihilux’s favorability towards you has increased by 1.
My dear, keep up the good work and continue working hard for me!”
“Eh, aren’t you going to ask?
By the way, your favorability is at 90 now.”
“…”