However, over-interpretation is actually quite fun.
Anyway, in my own settings, most of the Guardians are relatively friendly toward the human race, and there aren’t any major villains with a Karma value below -300.
Of course, there aren’t any great saints with a value above 300 either.
Makoto really likes a quote from Yoshikage Kira—
“I like a peaceful life.”
When one lacks power, they can only choose to go with the flow and quietly lay low.
But if I still lay low when I have power, wouldn’t this transmigration be for nothing?
The correct way to go about it is—
As long as I take out all my enemies, I can live a peaceful life.
It didn’t take long; the Head Chef brought out all the dishes within just five minutes, and after leaving a “Please enjoy your meal,” he tactfully departed.
One can only say that magic is truly convenient.
The candlelight flickered, reflecting Gokusai Kaibi’s slightly flushed cheeks.
Her hands were folded on her lap, her back held straight, yet she hardly dared to let her gaze fall upon the person opposite her.
Makoto nonchalantly cut his steak, the cutlery clinking softly against the porcelain plate.
Gokusai Kaibi finally mustered up her courage, her voice trembling slightly: “To…
to be able to dine with you…
I am truly…
beyond humbled.”
Makoto glanced up at her, a gentle smile still on his face:
“It’s just a meal, no need to be so nervous.”
“No, no, no!”
Gokusai Kaibi almost jumped.
“To be able to sit across from you is already a supreme blessing!
I…
I even feel that this seat shouldn’t be occupied by someone of my status…”
The restraint shown by Gokusai Kaibi left Makoto somewhat baffled.
She was clearly fine just a moment ago.
Although she was a bit cautious before, she shouldn’t have lost her composure to this extent.
But Makoto didn’t ask her the reason for her loss of composure; instead, he asked a question in return.
“Then who do you think should be sitting here?”
Gokusai Kaibi froze for a moment and began to think seriously.
“Probably…
no one.
Because no one is worthy of sitting as your equal.”
Makoto speared a piece of meat with his fork and didn’t reply.
The perfect tenderness and unique fragrance made him realize for the first time that ‘lingering flavor’ was not an exaggeration.
After a few seconds, she added in a low voice: “Of course, if you allow me to sit here, I will spend my entire life repaying this kindness.”
“Eat, the steak is getting cold.”
Makoto’s tone was flat.
Of course, it was a lie; with magic keeping it warm, it wouldn’t get cold at all.
But Gokusai Kaibi didn’t offer any rebuttal.
Even if Makoto said the sun rose from the west, they would only think everyone else in the world was a fool who couldn’t tell north from south.
“Yes!”
Gokusai Kaibi immediately picked up her knife and fork, but cut with extreme care, fearing she might make an inappropriate sound.
After a few bites, she suddenly stopped, her eyes reddening slightly.
Makoto noticed: “How are you?”
“No…
it’s nothing…”
Gokusai Kaibi shook her head vigorously, but her voice carried a nasal tone.
“I was just thinking that, at this moment, I am probably the happiest person in the whole world.”
The candlelight danced in her eyes.
Makoto set down his cutlery and picked up his wine glass, his tone still very gentle, as if nothing could break this peace.
As expected, first impressions can’t be trusted.
He had thought she was the more composed type.
Even though the settings for absolute loyalty and love for him were indeed written by himself.
Makoto chewed and swallowed the last piece of meat.
“The ‘Amon.尼古拉’ you worship might be different from the real me.”
What kind of person was he?
It seemed his previous two lives were nothing special—a useless college graduate, a beast of burden being exploited?
In short, nothing significant.
If he had to use an adjective, Makoto felt that “lucky fellow” would be a good summary.
Some people are born on a mountain peak that ordinary people can only look up to.
There was a saying Makoto didn’t know where he heard from, but it left a deep impression—
“The crying infant on the roof is the owner of this skyscraper.”
Life is inherently unfair; though just a newborn baby, he can guarantee a smooth and perfect life for himself simply by virtue of his birth.
Makoto had once asked himself, could he really not compare to an infant?
The answer he arrived at was—
Yes, that’s right.
Who told the other party to have such a high luck stat and roll a good birth?
But this time, without a doubt, he was the lucky one!
An “Otherworld Reincarnation Selection Package” just appeared before his eyes!
What were [Wealth] and [Birth]?
This was [Immortality] and [Power]!
Things that countless ancient emperors and geniuses of the world sought in vain were now his for the taking!
At the moment of his transmigration, Makoto’s perception had actually undergone a transformation.
Arrogance like [I am born noble], [Heaven’s mandate is with me], [The world should revolve around me], and [I am the protagonist] involuntarily surged from his heart.
That’s right, [Majesty] and [Kindness] weren’t his true colors; [Arrogance] was!
So, Makoto, who had hardly even had a girlfriend in his past life, could comfortably treat all twenty-four NPCs as his harem.
Treating the other world as his own back garden.
So what if it’s Ainz Ooal Gown?
Just a supporting character to make his adventure more exciting.
So what if it’s a True Dragon Lord?
Just elite mobs destined to be stepping stones on his path, born to be ravaged and destroyed.
Gokusai Kaibi suddenly looked up, her gaze burning with near-devout intensity: “No matter what you are like, I will worship you all the same.
You are the standard by which I define ‘correctness’.”
A few seconds of silence.
Makoto gently swirled his wine glass, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
“Then continue eating.
After we finish, let’s go take a bath first.”
“Yes!”
Although Gokusai Kaibi was still somewhat restrained and seemed to find the food tasteless.
But Makoto was very satisfied with this meal.
With the staff of the small kitchen seeing them off, Makoto held Gokusai Kaibi and used teleportation to arrive at his bedroom on the Seventh Floor.
Of course, given its size, describing it as a royal palace might be more appropriate.
Makoto took off his clothes, deactivated his [High-Tier Fire Element Resistance], and lay down in the hot spring, leaving only half his head above water.
Although with the [Immortal] passive, his body wouldn’t be stained with impurities, taking a bath was still a very nice way to pass the time.
The perfectly tempered hot spring water made Makoto instinctively feel relaxed.
“Lord Amon, I’m coming in to scrub your back.”
A pleasant female voice came from outside the bathroom; Makoto opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling up.
“Come in.”
The blonde girl, wrapped only in a bath towel, had just stepped into the bathroom when she was pulled into Makoto’s arms, letting out a cry of surprise.
“No rush to scrub my back; it’s going to get dirty again soon anyway.”
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”