Me:this is going great
I strip naked and start to take care of my wounds.
Rank 5 Saint (stats average 20,000)
"Okay, since our leader has not yet arrived, we are going to give you our few rules in our group, before you sign the membership form later and signed by our leader and passed to the higher-ups, that's to confirm your membership and allocated your own allowance from the group." the gnome girl gave a bunch of papers stapled.
"I'm still feeling hopeful. I can't exactly stay down in the dumps on my first day of combat, can I? Besides, I'm certain there's a great path for me, and I'll be sure to reach the end of that path." I replied with a more upbeat voice. I was sure that, no matter the struggles that came my way, that I'd overcome it with the help of these guys.
"Oh dear" she giggled silently to herself as she opened a portal picked me up by the waist and carried me inside
The couple were sound asleep that they didn't even realize their barricade was gone and were hugging each other. Estella was sweating as if she was locked in a volcano filled with lava and was uncomfortable that she woke up in a flash and saw a man's chest in front of her. She realized that they were in contact that she unconsciously kick Elian's manhood while throwing the pillow barricades at him.
Hui Yin stood up and went behind Su Jing to massage her shoulders.
"Don't forget she will be prone to ambushes, we already had enough of all of those suitors trying to snatch our lady boss'' Gu Yan added, he is Gu Zen's younger brother and his skills are quite impressive and is on par with Gu Zen.
I want to talk about how the author uses a single number to control the entire pacing of this chapter. Fifty-six days. That's all that's left. Swallow Holding Branch calculates it mentally—the twelfth day of the fourth month is when her grandfather dies, and it's currently the fifteenth day of the second month. Fifty-six days. Not a chapter count, not a vague sense of 'soon,' but a precise, ticking countdown that she carries in her head like a bomb. This number changes everything about how you read the chapter. Every scene with the Marquis is infused with urgency. When she refuses to leave his side, it's not just childish stubbornness—it's a woman with a century of memories racing against a deadline. When she acts spoiled, when she clings to his sleeve, when she deliberately says things to wound them—every action is accelerated by that number. Fifty-six days to reverse a family's decline. Fifty-six days to prevent a murder. Fifty-six days to change history. And the chapter structure itself mirrors this tension. It starts slow—the family gathering, the medicine, the casual conversation—then gradually tightens like a screw. The Marquis's political speech is long but never drags because you're always aware of the clock. The 'melon' reveal comes almost casually, through a child's confused words, but it lands like a hammer. And the chapter ends not with a bang but with silence—the father and grandfather unable to respond to a three-year-old's request for fruit, because the fruit is a baby and the baby is already dead in their minds. The pacing here is masterful. The author never rushes, never slows, and never lets you forget that time is the real antagonist.
When the flower feed from corpses, there is a big secret to it.
Unsure, Magnler looked behind again. An Alfan was turning back and teleporting every which way as bullets flew through past his position.