After-sales service

Riyao opened his eyes and found himself not in the guild ceiling he had expected, nor at home, but floating in a boundless, pure white space.

Everything around me was the same white, with no place to put my feet. I felt like I was suspended in mid-air, as if I were soaking in warm water.

There was no sky, no earth, nothing at all; it was so quiet you could almost hear your own heartbeat.

"Here it is...?"

He instinctively reached for himself, but only felt a blurry image—a scene so familiar.

Looking down, he saw that his hands, feet, and floral shirt were gone; he was now clearly a round, white ball of soul light!

He was all too familiar with this look; he looked exactly like this when he first transmigrated here!

"I'm dead again? That idiot goddess got it wrong again?"

Several tic-tac-toe marks appeared on the surface of the Riyao sphere, almost causing it to crack on the spot.

Seriously? He just defeated the Black Dragon, cleared the curse of immortality, and was preparing to live a carefree retirement with his wife. How could he possibly slip and fall to his death on the street?

These days, even walking can trigger an instant-death situation like being hit by a dump truck?!

"I'm sorry, not this time. You're the target."

A clear, slightly irritating, familiar female voice came from above.

An unknown goddess Present Riyao, and she patted Riyao like a basketball.

Bang, bang, bang.

The goddess was dressed in loose-fitting home workout clothes, her blonde hair casually tied behind her head with a chopstick, and she pressed one hand on the Riyao's Soul Orb, dribbling it three times in place in the void like she was playing basketball, even doing a crossover dribble with her hand in the process. Her movements were so skillful that it made people want to call the police.

The Riyao, dazed and confused, hovered in mid-air, its entire sphere elongated into the shape of a pair of dead fish eyes.

Riyao remained silent, and neither did the other party.

They stared at each other in the pure white space, the atmosphere becoming quite awkward.

Riyao stared at her silently, writing "Let's see what other tricks you can come up with" on the surface of the light sphere.

In the end, the goddess couldn't hold back anymore.

She coughed twice, scratched her cheek, held Riyao back in her palm, and glanced to the side.

"Okay, you're not dead. I just brought you here for after-sales service. You actually lost the blessing? You're so heartless! This is affecting my performance."

The goddess puffed out her cheeks and began to complain.

She mistakenly cast the wrong spell on this kid, giving him a Life Magic Blessing. And what happened? This bastard destroyed the entire core of the Law just like he was throwing away trash when fighting a Black Dragon!

This caused her back-end system's after-sales service alarm to go off non-stop. If she didn't fix it quickly, her year-end perfect attendance bonus in the God Realm would be gone!

As she spoke, a familiar emerald green light appeared in her hand, which she then inserted into Riyao's body.

That ball of green light was pure and gentle, and the goddess, like stuffing filling into a glutinous rice ball, smacked it into the center of the Riyao's sphere of light.

Before Riyao could even experience the magic of his regained life, the goddess tossed him into the air, pulled his right leg back, and positioned him in a firing stance, aiming at the black spatial portal that had suddenly opened up beside him.

"Get out of here!"

A powerful shot sent Riyao flying into the teleportation gate.

With a whoosh, the Riyao shone like a streak of light and rushed straight into the doorway.

Just as half of the sphere was about to disappear into the darkness, a flash of inspiration struck Riyao, and he finally remembered something important. He reached out and grabbed the door frame.

Two tiny, short arms squeezed out from the sides of the sphere of light, gripping the edge of the portal tightly, making the entire sphere stretch like a fully extended rubber band.

"Hey Chao, could you delete my study materials for me?"

In his past life, he left behind an encrypted folder deep within his computer's D drive named "Core Question Bank for Nine-Year Compulsory Education." He was in such a hurry back then that he didn't know if anyone had discovered it!

"Oh, that? Don't worry! I've already taken over your inheritance. Very classy, actually..."

The goddess crossed her arms, showing no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, she raised an eyebrow at him, gave him a thumbs-up, and was about to rattle off a few familiar numbers.

"Shut up! Goodbye, you bastard goddess!"

Riyao Soul was nearly scared out of his wits. He quickly let go of her hands; it would be impolite to stay any longer. At least no third person would know.

Oh well, it's better to have it critically viewed by some silly goddess than to let it die on my old computer back home!

With a sudden release of his grip, he plummeted completely into the portal.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Riyao sprang to his feet with a somersault, covering his flushed face and glancing around with an unfriendly look.

My cheeks were burning with pain, and there were ten clear red finger marks on them, perfectly overlapping the swelling that had just subsided that morning!

The entire guild surrounded him, blocking the long table in layers, making it impossible to move. Granny Porlyusica's hand was still in mid-air; it was obvious that she was the murderer.

"Wow! Here we go again, Grandma Porlyusica! Can't you stop using such underhanded tactics? What kind of doctor slaps a patient three times for no reason?!"

Riyao rubbed his cheek and yelled. Three days ago, she only slapped him three times while he was unconscious, but now she's doing a triple attack in front of the whole guild. This old lady must have practiced Iron Palm!

Porlyusica snorted coldly, slowly withdrew her hand, put it in her pocket, turned and left without even glancing at him.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone came to their senses, and Mirajane tackled Riyao to the ground.

She was really scared just now, but seeing Riyao jumping around and acting silly again, she didn't care about being reserved anymore. She threw herself into his arms, knocking Riyao onto his back and making him sit on the floor, burying her head in his chest.

"You scared me to death! I thought something had happened to you."

Riyao patted her back to comfort her and then gently rubbed her head.

"There is a minor problem; I think I died for a moment just now. But that's not the point. The point is that I can..."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a familiar emerald green light appeared on his hand.

A warm and rich aura of life wafted from his palm, making the several still-drunk drunkards around him shudder and even making their breathing much easier.

"Now, I don't need to learn any other magic."

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the guild. They had just heard Mirajane say that Riyao's magic had disappeared, and they were standing around looking at each other, feeling sorry for him. Now, seeing Riyao cast Life Magic, they couldn't help but shout.

"Oh!!"

"Riyao!!"

Macao and Wakaba tossed their glasses into the air, while Lucy and Wendy clapped and jumped for joy, turning the previously tense and oppressive hall into a bustling marketplace.

Gray, standing in the front row, crossed his arms and looked at Riyao, who was sitting on the ground smiling, with a furrowed brow.

Is Riyao playing us for a fool?

Gray stroked his chin and thought for a moment. He felt this was more likely, since Riyao's reputation within the guild was so low that even a shared bicycle couldn't be scanned.

After all, this cunning scoundrel has too many past offenses. He's done plenty of despicable things before, like faking serious injuries to trick people into crying and then turning around and hitting them with a stick. Today's drama of dying first and then coming back to life looks like he's just playing a joke on everyone!

Natsu and Gajeel, who were standing nearby, nodded vigorously in agreement, their eyes filled with disdain as they looked at Riyao.

Riyao picked up Mirajane, dusted off his trousers, and turned to see Natsu, Gray, and Gajeel standing there perfectly fine, each with a strong voice and not even a bandage on their bodies. No wonder he felt so good.

The battle just ended, and instead of lying in the infirmary groaning, these three dare to question his character here?

Riyao's lips curled up, and he appeared in front of the three in a flash, kicking them into the wall.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Natsu, Gray and Gajeel didn't even have time to react. They turned into three black shadows and flew backwards, embedding themselves into the guild wall in the shape of a "pin", leaving only three legs outside, kicking wildly.

Riyao retracted his right foot and slowly straightened his sleeves.

"I only intended to kick Gray, but you guys stay with him so the kid won't be unhappy."

"..."

Everyone stared at Riyao in silence.

There was a two-second silence in the hall, and everyone rolled their eyes in unison.

If you want to beat someone up, just say so!

To avoid upsetting the kids, Natsu and Gajeel were just thrown in as freebies with your "buy one get two free" deal!

Just as everyone burst into laughter, heavy footsteps came from the second-floor stairwell.

Makarov approached, looking extremely haggard, as if he had wandered into some strange neighborhood.

The old man had dark circles under his eyes, darker than a panda's, and his hair was a mess like a bird's nest. He walked unsteadily, staggering after just a few steps. Anyone who didn't know him would think that he had been drained of his life force by some succubus.

Riyao raised an eyebrow and leaned over to look him up and down.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? Listen to me, you're already this old, stop looking for young ladies."

The veins on Makarov's forehead bulged instantly, and he jumped up, ready to punch Riyao's knee.

"What nonsense are you spouting?! You brat! I've been handling official business for three days and three nights, and that brat Laxus dumped the chairmanship on me again!!"

Just thinking about Makarov makes me furious.

The great battle had just ended when the Magic Council's damage reports, reconstruction funds, and citizen compensation orders came pouring in like snowflakes. But that bastard Laxus left a note in the middle of the night and ran away with the Thunder God Tribe, leaving him to spend the entire night staring at a table full of bills as soon as he got out of bed!

Upon hearing this, Riyao noticed that Laxus and the Thunder God Tribe were missing from the guild; they had apparently run away.

No wonder there were fewer straight men in the hall today; it turns out that Freed and the others had secretly put the chairman's seal back in the old man's bed and gone on a collective, publicly funded vacation.

Seeing the old man's pitiful state, as if he were about to faint at any moment, Riyao shook his head, raised his hand and placed it on Makarov's head, a warm surge of life magic flowing into the other's body.

A flash of green light disappeared in an instant, and Makarov's stiff bones cracked and popped, his dark circles visibly faded, and he straightened his back immediately.

"I'm alive again, feeling just as good as after a massage. Your restoration magic is amazing! That brat Laxus was so mean!"

Makarov's eyes blazed with fury, his teeth grinding together, looking ready to give Laxus a piece of his mind as soon as he returned.

However, just after cursing Laxus, the old man's eyes darted around, and his gaze suddenly fell on Riyao, who had been fully healed.

Since Laxus ran away, isn't this kid a ready-made laborer?

Who was Riyao? The moment he saw something amiss in Makarov's eyes, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he instantly predicted the old man's prediction.

"Mira, let's go on a trip! Just the two of us."