The next morning.
As the first ray of sunlight streamed through the window into the room, Hawking slowly opened his eyes and released his hands, which he had kept clenched all night.
"Hard to master, hard to master indeed!"
He carefully looked at Wanda beside him, who was in a deep sleep from being too exhausted last night, and could not help but sigh.
"From now on, I have another new identity—a husband.
Before long, I might become a father too."
With his current body, so long as he did not deliberately hold back, he was basically guaranteed to hit the mark every time. So it was not a possibility, but a certainty.
And he truly had not held back last night. If he had not used Clean Sweep, the bedsheets would probably have needed changing several times.
"She'll probably sleep until the afternoon."
After getting out of bed and having a simple breakfast, Hawking opened his panel.
He had previously unlocked a new Protagonist Template but had never found the time to examine it. Now, he finally had some free time.
"Load the Tanjiro Kamado template."
In an instant, fifteen years of the boy's memories unfolded in his mind one by one.
Kind and gentle Tanjiro had been born into a poor family that sold charcoal. As the eldest son, his father had died of illness when he was young. He had three younger brothers and two younger sisters.
Born with a sense of smell beyond that of ordinary people, he made a living by selling charcoal in the town at the foot of the mountain every day.
Yet one day, when he returned home after selling charcoal, he discovered that his mother, three younger brothers, and one younger sister had been brutally killed. Only his eldest younger sister,