Starting with a little loli? How am I supposed to win? At the very least, give me a dog! Even a lame one would do! What? The Ruler’s Tower is respawning? We have to take down the tower? Get lost—stop bugging me! I was a perfectly good female hero—how did I end up as a secretary? No big deal—just wait for a rainy day when my master slips and dies, and we’ll be free! MVP? No way! What happened to the promised 1v5? What about the promised god-tier items right from the start? Don’t you know? There’s no way I’m jungling—I’ll never jungle in this lifetime. Just coasting along and waiting to die is so much better. Hey, you—Master—bring me that ice cream! And make sure to add an extra layer of whipped cream! You’re the first female hero I’ve ever met who’s this gullible—no, I mean, this innocent! The days when you could trick a female hero with a single hamburger are long gone. Now, even if you pile up a hundred hamburgers into a mountain, she won’t even glance your way. She wants Western cuisine—got it? A medium-rare steak paired with red wine, served at a high-end restaurant!
Chapter 8: That’s the Magic of Candy!
The warm sunshine of early spring is, of course, the perfect match for candied hawthorn! After casually cutting down a few bamboo stalks and shaping them into skewers with a stone knife—then washing and setting them aside—Xia Ye went into the kitchen and took out a small bag of red beans she’d collected in the fall. He lit a fire, added water, and poured in the sugar! As the red beans simmered until they were completely soft and gradually turned into a porridge-like consistency, a fragrant aroma filled the air. “What are you doing?” With a furious shout, Xia Lingyue burst in clutching a wicker basket and slammed it down in front of Xia Ye. Clatter! The bamboo slips piled inside spilled out. “Huh?” In this post-Stone Age era, paper hadn’t been invented yet, so written records were carved onto bamboo slips with stone knives—a rather tedious process. “Are you writing your last will and testament?” Xia Lingyue stared intently at Xia Ye. The usually delicate girl suddenly exuded a fierce aura: “Don’t try to wriggle out of this!” “Heh!” Xia Ye tilted his head. He was just a weakling at the second level of the Body Tempering Realm. There would surely be plenty of people heading to the Fengjing Ruins to hunt for resources, and when the time came, fighting and bloodshed would be inevitable. He couldn’t guarantee he’d survive to the end, so he’d taken the time to record the knowledge in his mind. Even if he died, his sister could still live well thanks to it. “I don’t want any of this!” Xia Lingyue roared, picked up the basket, and tossed it straight into the stove. Crash! A large number of bamboo slips crashed into the red-hot charcoal, sending up countless sparks that looked like fireflies, and then burst into a crackling blaze. “What are you doing?” Xia Ye panicked, grabbed a poker, and tried to fish them out. “Xia Ye, listen to me carefully!” Xia Lingyue yanked her younger brother fiercely: “I won’t let you die. Even if you end up in hell, you’ll crawl your way back to me!” His well-intentioned efforts had been ignored, and Xia Ye was initially furious. But as he looked into Xia Lingyue’s bloodshot eyes and watched the tears streaming down her cheeks, he suddenly understood. “This home—it’s only a home because you’re here!” Xia Lingyue sobbed as she hugged Xia Ye tightly: “No matter what, you have to fight to stay alive and fight your way back. I’ll always be waiting for you!” “Mm-hmm, I’ll live!” Xia Ye embraced Xia Lingyue. He could feel that this warm, soft body was filled with nothing but concern for him, and a smile involuntarily spread across his lips. “Sniff, sniff, sniff!” Xia Lingyue sobbed softly. After retrieving the bamboo slips and reading the knowledge recorded on them—knowledge this world had never seen before—she was initially filled with delight, excitement, and admiration for her younger brother’s boundless imagination and talent as vast as the ocean. But gradually, her face turned pale. With her keen intellect, she realized that this was Xia Ye’s final message! “All right, the red bean paste is about to burn!” Xia Ye patted Xia Lingyue on the back, signaling that she was holding back her emotions. “Red bean paste?” Xia Lingyue sniffed and glanced at the stone pot. “Yep!” Xia Ye actually thought those bamboo slips could still be salvaged—after all, carving them had taken quite a bit of effort. “I didn’t realize you knew so much. Where did you learn all that?” Xia Lingyue thought of those bamboo slips again. Xia Ye was torn, hesitating over whether to tell her that he was a survivor who had miraculously survived a spore virus infection, but Xia Lingyue had already figured it out. “Could it be that you’re a Prophet? Yes, that must be it—that’s the only way you could know these things from birth!” Among the Great Shamans, a very small number are revered as Prophets. They possess profound knowledge and boundless vision, leading their tribes through one challenge after another until they reach greatness! The fact that the Eight Great Clans were ultimately able to become kings is inextricably linked to these mysterious Prophets. Only those who can sense primordial energy, draw upon and utilize it, and master at least three forms of sorcery can be called sorcerers. Right now, Xia Ye—just offering a bite of a pancake—would have them willing to risk their lives for him. And since the one speaking was the highly reputable “Brother Xia Ye,” the children swarmed off in a rush, eager to share this good news with their close friends. “Is this the path to wealth—starting with child labor?” Xia Ye gave a self-deprecating chuckle. Upon reaching the square, he entered a nearby grain shop. Before the clerk could even give him a dirty look to shoo him away, he pulled out a knife coin and slammed it down on the counter.
