Book 3: Chapter 14: Sirin, the Restless Sleeper
Kal’tsit: Lend me 1,000 points. I’ll return them soon.
He Who Knows Fate: ...Sure.
Chen Heng had 16,000-odd points right now. He just needed to ensure he had over 10,000 points, as the Ability Third Awakening required that much.
Chen Heng had set 10,000 points as his first target, which he already achieved. His second target was 50,000, enough to repair the Absolute Precognition.
Right now, there was plenty of leeway in either direction. As long as he maintained at least 10,000 points, he did not mind.
Furthermore, it was easy to earn points in the Dimension Administrators Association. If one could not complete a big mission, one could do many small ones. Both methods could earn points, so he did not worry that Kal’tsit could not pay him back.
Should Kal’tsit dare to default... Haha! Chen Heng was an administrator.
Chen Heng had at least a hundred ways to make Kal’tsit die a social death in the group without her being able to do anything about it. ~(~o ̄▽ ̄)~o
Chen Heng did not mind these 1,000 points. He even felt Kal’tsit was not worldly-wise, the kind of person who separated the personal from business and never dragged things out.
He Who Knows Fate: I’ve already sent it over in a private message. Can I ask why you need 1,000 points?
Kal’tsit: To cure a disease.
Efreet: ??? What disease is so expensive to cure?
Kal’tsit: Oripathy.
17-Year-Old Beautiful Young Lady: Oripathy should be a disease unique to their world, right? Furthermore, I guess it is incurable or a disease that threatens the entire world, right?
Magus of Flowers: Can an administrator do as he pleases?
He Who Knows Fate: Sorry, an administrator really can do as he pleases. Furthermore, I don’t think you will change. Look at how many missions you’ve completed. You don’t even have any evaluation points for applying to be an administrator, right?
Magus of Flowers: That’s because I did not know you could use evaluation points to apply to be an administrator.
17-Year-Old Beautiful Young Lady: I feel that even if you had known, you would still complete a pitifully small number of missions. Your laziness is incorrigible.
Magus of Flowers: Tsk.
Solomon: If Merlin becomes an administrator, it would be over for this association.
Efreet: I dare not imagine such a scene. Right now, He Who Knows Fate can suppress Merlin as an administrator. If Merlin became an administrator, then the association would...disband. Reason: Merlin’s wretched mouth inciting large-scale arguments and battles between members, resulting in injuries and deaths...
He Who Knows Fate: Well, I’ve chatted for a long time. It is time to sleep. I’ll see everyone tomorrow. Goodnight!
Efreet: See you tomorrow. Goodnight!
I Have a Strong Presence: Goodnight!
After closing the chat group interface, Chen Heng returned his consciousness to reality.
Chen Heng saw that Sirin had changed her posture, hugging him in another way—which gave him a headache. Right now, she had nestled into his embrace, using his arm as a pillow and his body as a body pillow. She hugged even tighter than before.
Although Chen Heng practiced martial arts and had reached the peak of a martial artist, his muscles had not become exceedingly hard, thanks to the Chen Clan’s medicinal bath recipe passed down from his ancestors. This allowed him to preserve sufficient strength and speed without turning into a bulky, muscular person. Everyone in the Chen Clan was a sword cultivator. Naturally, they needed to appear ethereal. How could one be a sword immortal with bulging muscles and thick limbs?
Sirin hugged Chen Heng increasingly tighter, stimulating Chen Heng even more. And worse, Sirin’s body was very soft.
I have to think of another way. I cannot keep killing time in the chat group. Chen Heng was only a martial artist, not a cultivator. He still needed to sleep.