Book 6: Chapter 19:2: With Points, One Can Do Anything One Wants, Part 2
Before Luo Li’s re:life, she used points to improve her time ability to its ultimate level, where no further improvement was possible—a significant investment of points.
As the saying goes, plan before you act. After upgrading her time ability to the point where she could reset time, she had taken advantage of her nearly invincible time ability to gain more points before re:living.
This way, Luo Li could ensure that she could recover her abilities as quickly as possible after re:living. Hence, she was now a rich lady.
However, she didn’t spend the points on her time ability right after re:living. Instead, she had waited until the Chen Clan ancestor gave her the Primal Chaos Bell, then used the mysterious gift inside it to restore her time ability’s foundation before spending the points.
Fixing Luo Li’s shattered time ability foundation would have required an astronomical amount of points, and the Chen Clan ancestor saved her from this expense.
The mysterious small gift given by the Chen Clan ancestor was even more useful and effective than spending points, significantly enhancing Luo Li’s time ability.
Therefore, Luo Li really was the descendant, and Chen Heng was just an add-on.
Luo Li spent 500 points to purchase mid-tier massage techniques and began massaging Chen Heng’s head.
Skills related to everyday life were quite cheap in the system or the Dimension Administrators Association’s store at the earlier tiers, but the upper tiers required terrifying amounts of points.
The Dimension Administrators Association also has massage techniques, but Sirin could not buy them for lack of funds.
Although it sounded very materialistic, Sirin truly had no money. Even with the pocket money from Chen Heng, Sirin didn’t dare to spend carelessly since he could see her spending records.
Without financial freedom, Sirin was like a young schoolgirl managed by her parents, having a little money but afraid to spend it lest she incur parental preaching.
Luo Li had saved a significant amount of points and had now also saved on foundation repair costs. Hence…sorry, with points, one could do anything one wanted.
“It’s very comfortable. I didn’t expect you to have such a great technique, Luo Li.”
“If you find it comfortable, I’ll massage you whenever I have time, Elder Brother.”
“Sure.”
After Luo Li had massaged Chen Heng for some time, Tohsaka Aoi finished preparing breakfast.
It had to be said that Tohsaka Aoi’s breakfast tasted pretty good. Although it was not as delicious as the food made by Chen Heng, he was quite satisfied just having someone else cook for him—and for free too.
Chen Heng had a severe headache now and wanted nothing to do with cooking whatsoever. Even if he could make it very delicious, he didn’t want to lift a finger.
After breakfast, Chen Heng found an empty clearing in the Tohsaka house and began practicing his sword. This was why he had insisted on getting up early for breakfast.
Practicing the sword was deeply ingrained in Chen Heng’s bones; even if his sword technique was the weakest among all his abilities, Chen Heng still loved it deeply.
Therefore, he added to Alaya’s and Gaia’s accounts in his notebook. Those garbage Counter Forces. They didn’t recognize the greatest strength of others. How can a mere Ruler or Archer compare to Saber? They are simply rubbish!
After practicing the sword for an hour while in a daze, Chen Heng performed a spatial jump back to his room, flung off his shoes, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep immediately.
Sleeping was the best way to recover Will Energy, without a doubt.
Unfortunately, perhaps due to the excessive use of Will Energy, Chen Heng’s ability’s accuracy had deteriorated, leading to a slight deviation in the spatial jump’s destination. Although it was in the Tohsaka house, it wasn’t his original room. The tired Chen Heng didn’t notice anything amiss and went straight to sleep without even opening his eyes to look around. The guest rooms in the Tohsaka house looked exactly the same anyway.
The result was that when Chen Heng woke up, he discovered he wasn’t the only one in the bed. There was also Jeanne d’Arc, and he had his arms around her waist.
Chen Heng looked up and saw Jeanne d’Arc’s face filled with hauteur (a French kind of disdain).
“Have you hugged me enough?”
“No.”
“Is it comfortable?”
“Comfortable.”
“…”
“Cough! Cough! How long have I been hugging you?” Chen Heng asked, fully awake now. After coughing twice, he released his grip on Jeanne d’Arc and sat up in bed.
“You shouldn’t be asking how long you’ve hugged me, but how long you’ve slept. I was here playing games, and after you appeared, you took off your shoes, hugged me, and never let go. It’s already five in the evening.”
Jeanne d’Arc played on her handheld game console and munched on a Pocky stick as she responded to Chen Heng.
“So, you’re saying…”
“You hugged me for nearly ten hours. If I weren’t a Heroic Spirit, you would have given me problems long ago.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Chen Heng asked as he straightened his clothes, climbed over Jeanne d’Arc to put on his shoes, and stood by the bed.
“I didn’t have the heart to wake you up since you looked so tired…. Don’t misunderstand; it’s just for the sake of these games and snacks. I don’t care about you at all,” Jeanne d’Arc said, explaining why she hadn’t woken Chen Heng and adding a clarification to prevent misunderstanding.
“Alright, I won’t misunderstand. Thank you, Jeanne d’Arc, for showing me this rare consideration.” As he said this, Chen Heng glanced at the Poké Ball, which displayed Jeanne d’Arc’s loyalty value toward him: 90.
[TL Note: Reminder: 90 is the level of a crush.]
This…isn’t her loyalty value a little too high?
Chen Heng suddenly felt unworthy of Jeanne d’Arc’s affection, realizing he had spent very little time with her.
“By the way, Jeanne d’Arc, are you interested in joining the Dimension Administrators Association?”
“The Dimension Administrators Association? Is that the organization you’re part of?”
“That’s right. Are you interested? I have a few invitation letters to the Dimension Administrators Association.” Chen Heng pulled out an invitation letter from his spatial storage.
“Is this for me? Won’t it be a waste? This item seems precious,” Jeanne d’Arc said, visibly tempted when Chen Heng made his offer.
“It is indeed precious, so just tell me if you want it or not.”
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