Nihilux shrugged.
“By the way, remember to brew coffee for me every day.
I’m leaving that kid for you to take care of.
Compared to that…”
Her lips curled up, eyes narrowing into a very unladylike, mischievous smirk.
She slowly leaned in, her fingers sliding from Stark’s shoulder, slithering like a snake until they rested on his chest, creating an itchy sensation.
Yet, the smile was quite genuine, making Stark break out in goosebumps.
“Anything else?”
“What do you think is the relationship between Aha and Akivili?”
“Uh…
lovers?
Best bros?”
Nihilux sighed regretfully.
Too mediocre.
She had already written that, it wasn’t popular, and nobody read it.
Stark was finally provoked by that little expression.
What are you regretting?
A mere nobody, except for Cangtian Hanglu Fluffy Number.
A hack who has written for who knows how long without ever getting popular—don’t underestimate the power of otherworld fanfiction…
“Actually, according to historians, Aha is a little cross-dresser.
It follows Akivili around all day, but it’s actually because the ambition it harbors for its older brother has long been impossible to suppress…”
Nihilux made a strange expression.
Could this guy have been on the Astral Express back then?
“Then what do you think is the necessary condition to become a Xianzhou General?”
“Dyeing your hair white!”
Nihilux’s eyes widened immediately.
Lan is a white-hair enthusiast, and it even knows such top-secret information?
Not to be underestimated; the heroes of the world are truly as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river.
“Hiss, who in the Genius Society do you think is most likely to surpass Nous?”
“Zandar is nothing but an incompetent dad.”
“The Lord of Silence is completely a yandere with a strong desire for control; no one would like her.
She’s killed off almost everyone in the Genius Society.”
“The answer is, of course, only the great Ms.
Herta…
I will not accept any rebuttal.”
“Why?”
“Ms.
Herta is breathtakingly beautiful; Ms.
Herta is peerless under the heavens.”
“???”
This thing…
why does it sound a bit like a puppet from Herta Space Station?
The situation was getting a bit out of control.
It was no longer Nihilux pinning Stark against the wall, but Stark holding Nihilux’s shoulders, outputting his views and forcing her to accept them.
“Don’t you think a tsundere genius is cute?
According to reliable data, Herta’s popularity far exceeds Nous’.
With just one call from her, we would immediately hail her as the new Aeon of Erudition.”
“…”
Nihilux probably understood the fanaticism in his eyes.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and tentatively suggested two name combinations.
“Herta and Ruan Mei?”
“Or Herta and Screwllum?”
“Ruan-1 or Ruan-0?”
“Shit, shut up, heretic, fujoshi, shut-in!
The great Ms.
Herta belongs to all of humanity; I won’t allow you to blaspheme her like this.”
“You’re already crying in a rush…”
Not only was she going to say it, but she would also write it for the entire universe to see later.
Thinking of the way those Herta fans would turn red with rage…
it was simply wonderful.
“Alright, alright, your knowledge and ideas are quite good.
I declare you qualified.
From now on, you are my personal creative assistant.
Remember to act well in front of little Wolf Cub, A-Yun~”
“Oh right, there’s a small room in the basement.
You two can squeeze in there.”
She didn’t make any other arrangements, instead fully entering roleplay mode.
She walked into the kitchen, the sound of stir-frying rang out, and she began making her signature egg fried rice…
clatter, bang.
Clearly, cooking wasn’t her strong suit, and it was a mystery how she had managed all these years.
“Tsk, what a hassle.
A-Yun, do you know how to cook?”
Nihilux poked her head out again with a sweet smile.
If this were truly Stark’s wife or lover, he might have liked this scene.
But she wasn’t.
When it comes to cooking, once you start, it might be for a lifetime.
“…No.”
“A-Yun, I think you can learn.”
“No, no, no, I think I can not learn…”
“I don’t care what you think, I care about what I think.
You’ve failed me for so many years; are you unwilling to even do this little thing?
Dear father, you wouldn’t want Wolf Cub to think that her parents have a bad relationship, would you?”
“…”
Stark chose to compromise; he had fallen into the role of an incompetent father.
The egg fried rice was quick.
After all, it wasn’t a difficult dish to learn.
Stark made it look, smell, and taste perfect.
The pot had just enough for three people.
Nihilux took one portion, saying inspiration had struck, and told him to find an excuse to stall Silver Wolf.
He was happy to be alone with Silver Wolf anyway.
Passing the kitchen and leading into the inner room, it was actually a converted residence with a bedroom and a bathroom in the back.
The living room was very small.
The old TV hadn’t been turned on for who knows how long.
The lighting was dim, and there was a sofa with a pair of discarded black stockings tossed on it.
In front of it was a table.
He picked them up and tidied up.
Hmm, no smell…
The unfinished coffee was placed casually on the table, pressing down on some papers.
This was likely the result of Nihilux having tidied up a bit already.
One could imagine the landlady’s usual lazy appearance: lounging on the sofa with her legs crossed, wrapped in a blanket, her fluffy hair a bit messy…
No wonder…
Silver Wolf was also a shut-in.
If Nihilux were a cheerful and lively landlady, she probably wouldn’t have raised a gaming shut-in, right?
Was it because she was too lazy that she let Silver Wolf roam free in the Arcade?
Stark roughly imagined their daily life.
What a terrible woman.
Would anyone really fall for this person who is useless except for her beauty?
How did a dignified Emanator end up this poor?
Besides these, the only thing left in the room was the entrance to the basement—the starting point of the legendary Wolf Lord.
The basement, converted into an Arcade, faintly emitted some noisy sounds.
It was likely even louder down there; clearly, the rest environment here wasn’t great.
But, you have to develop stealthily in the early stages.
Stark finally stood in front of the bathroom door and smiled with relief.
With a “wife” and a daughter, what more could one ask for?
Even though the wife wouldn’t let him touch her.
And the daughter seemed to be on guard against him, refusing to even call him father.
“Wolfie, come out to eat when you’re done washing…”
“Ugh, ah!”
The sound of water pattered in the bathroom.
Silver Wolf was startled by the voice, slipped, fell to the ground, and hurt her butt.
She glared at the door with red, resentful eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m…”
“Do you need me to come in?”
“No, you are not allowed to come in!”
Silver Wolf wasn’t stupid; she knew that you had to take off your clothes to take a bath, and she was very shy about being undressed, even though she didn’t have much meat on her bones…
“You know how to adjust the hot water, right?
Usually, to the left is hot.
By the way, you know which side is left and which is right, right?”
“Can you tell the body wash and shampoo apart?”
“You have to take your clothes off to shower.
Remember to use a towel to dry off when you’re done.
Are you missing anything in there?
You didn’t actually get hurt from the fall, right?”
“…”
Stark was rambling on.
Silver Wolf kept her mouth open for a long time, unable to get a word in.
The feeling of someone talking at the door was strange; it was different from before, when no one paid attention to her for a long time.
But it also felt…
very troublesome.
She looked in the mirror; her face had turned red at some point, and her voice couldn’t stop trembling, letting out a whimper.
The whimpering sounded too affected.
She couldn’t stand it…
[Make your choice!
(Wolf Lord route confirmed)]
[Facing your father’s concern, you hope you will:]
[1.
So annoying, get out, pervert.
(Rebellious-type Wolf Lord)]
[2.
I’m not a kid, stay further away, you’re not allowed to listen to me shower!
Dummy Stark!
(Tsundere-type Wolf Lord)]
[3.
Dad, Silver Wolf is so scared, shall we shower together?
(Obedient?-type Wolf Lord)]
(All options include a future JPG preview)
[Reward: Basic Mechanical Knowledge.]
Silver Wolf looked at these three options, her already shy expression gradually collapsing.
Isn’t there anything more normal?
She started to suspect that there was something wrong with the game cartridge, but the knowledge was solid.
Wolf Lord…
Yes, she liked that title.
She was going to become the Wolf Lord of Punklorde; how could she give up easily over such a small matter?
Of two evils, choose the lesser.
“Dummy Stark, you are not allowed to eavesdrop on me showering!”
“Don’t treat me like a fool!”
“…”