Chapter Thirty-Three: Morning in Sparta-The Roaming Homebody(Just a lolicon.)

Knowing he had returned to the only place where he was truly safe in this era—and his sole refuge—Lancer, exhausted in body and mind, collapsed directly onto his bed. The overwhelming shocks of dying once, of losing comrades who had fought alongside him for two years, and of Bai Ye’s death had thrown his heart into chaos, and so he drifted into sleep in a muddled haze.

———The division of dawn———

“Brother, wake up! You’re going to be late for work!” A soft, gentle voice suddenly rang in Lancer’s ears.

“Am I still dreaming? How could there possibly be a woman in my room?” He paid no attention, or perhaps, having crossed into another era, had selectively forgotten certain things about the present.

“Brother, get up~~” The voice became even sweeter, yet Lancer was more convinced he had not truly woken.

“Get up, brother—” Suddenly, Lancer shuddered all over, and then—

“Bang!”

“Damn it! Enemy attack! Guards!” Still not fully adjusted to the timeline, Lancer instinctively reached for the spot beside him where his weapon should be, but instead of the cold steel, his hand found something soft. As his eyes flickered open, a heavy blow landed on the back of his head.

In that moment, only one thought flashed through his mind—was that a slime just now?

“What the hell are you doing! Where are you touching!” And with that, Lancer passed out once more.

———The division of awakening———

When he came to again, Lancer found an ice pack placed on his head, and in front of him sat a girl wearing a short skirt—something never seen in an ordinary school uniform.

“I was wondering, what kind of Titan could sneak up on me without my noticing—turns out, it’s you.” This time, he finally managed to compose himself. He knew that in Zero, the Emperor’s horse had once been summoned as a heroic spirit; reviving Bai Ye again as a heroic spirit was not an impossible dream. But more pressing was the person before him... Truthfully, Lancer would prefer a solo showdown with a Titan rather than face her alone.

“Who are you calling a Titan? And you—still acting like an edgy teenager at twenty—what did you do last night? Look at the state of your room!” Only then did Lancer notice the situation in his room.

Other than the computer and the bed, everything was out of place.

“My Archangel figurine! Who dared invade my room? They’re asking for trouble!” Most of his models were inexplicably scattered on the floor, but fortunately, his treasured collection—the cute girls—were safely stored in their designated room.

“Come on, we’ll tidy up later. We’re going to be late.” She spoke, intent on dragging Lancer out.

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“Wait, let me change my clothes.” Only now did Lancer realize he was still wearing the tattered “Light and Shadow.” He stripped it off and grabbed a suit left outside the door, quickly putting it on.

Just as he was about to remove his trousers, he noticed the girl was still in his room.

“Hey, Zhixian, are you planning to stay here the whole time?” Lancer was at a loss for words in the face of her boldness.

“Hmph, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before. Don’t forget who used to think I was little and insisted on bathing together.” She grumbled, embarrassed, but obediently stepped out and closed the bedroom door.

“Is all this real?” After changing, Lancer unconsciously touched his ring.

“Calculate rewards.” Ever since learning his ring had some intelligence, Lancer stopped searching for things himself, preferring to let the ring handle it.

“Total remaining experience points from completed tasks—13,480. Evaluation—Real Man. Special item obtained—Egg of the Heroic Spirit.” For some reason, the absurd evaluation made his eye twitch. He remembered there should have been a completion reward and a chance to draw a prize, but he wouldn’t be returning for now. He planned to ask Lianhua for it later.

He was curious about the special item, so he took it from the ring and examined its description.

Egg of the Heroic Spirit—thanks to Bai Ye’s loyal protection, he has gained a chance to be revived as a heroic spirit and follow his former master once more.

Though there was no further explanation, Lancer couldn’t help but gently stroke the white egg in his hand.

“Thank you, Lianhua.” He knew that turning a dead creature into a heroic spirit was no simple matter; Bai Ye’s return was almost certainly thanks to Lianhua’s help.

“All right, all right.” He ruffled his hair. Knowing Bai Ye would still be at his side instantly improved his mood. He picked up the disguise left by the door—a set of glasses and half his face deliberately covered. Now, no one could possibly recognize him as the country’s most famous corporate leader.

“Hm? What’s gotten into you…” Zhixian clearly sensed the change in Lancer.

“Haha, nothing. It’s just that our boss got raided last night. My friend just messaged me, saying the group who robbed our boss got trapped at the respawn point several kilometers away.” He casually fabricated an excuse, grabbed a sandwich from the table, and dashed outside.

“Come on, hurry up, or I won’t let you ride with me~” Now that Lancer had recovered, his sense of dignity seemed to be dropping even faster. Had he noticed his ring, he would have seen a figure that would make him spit blood.

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“Integrity -1”

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Arriving at the hotel basement, he unlocked his private parking garage. A blue heavy motorcycle awaited, and Lancer tossed a helmet to Zhixian, who’d run all the way.

“Put it on. Though I doubt it’ll help much if something happens.” He shrugged helplessly.

“Spare me the jokes—let’s go, we don’t have much time.” She ignored his teasing and climbed on. Lancer mounted the bike as well.

“Are you sure you want to ride in that outfit?” He eyed her skirt critically. “I wonder if the rearview mirror will catch a glimpse?” Despite the suggestive words, he shouted them boldly.

Even Zhixian blushed, then dashed to the room to change into her “riding attire.” In less than a minute, she emerged in shorts.

“Let’s go.” She commanded, sitting behind Lancer with assurance.

“No problem, Your Majesty.” With a twist of the throttle, the engine roared, and the two sped out of the parking lot, heading for school.

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