Miss Cookie's Pressure Release Amount

Night ends, day breaks, and a faint light shimmers in the thin sea fog.

As time slowly passed, the light, like a pair of soft, large hands, gradually parted the wall of fog, and the sun climbed higher and higher into the sky.

Biscuit, who had made do with a sofa whose springs seemed to be broken for the night, finally woke up. She rubbed her eyes and looked down, realizing the blanket that had been wrapped around her had been kicked under the sofa.

She nervously glanced at the other two in the cockpit. They were still sound asleep, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She couldn't let anyone see her terrible sleeping posture.

Gelman was still lying on the bench, not having moved an inch. He was covered with a blanket, his breathing even.

Shizuku lay on the net hammock, facing the sky, her expression calm. Her hands were crossed over her abdomen, making her look like a corpse lying in a coffin.

"Mmm... sleeping so soundly, just as expected of 'Miss Cookie'."

Biscuit boasted to herself and looked at the cracked wall where an old wall clock ticked away.

"It's already eleven in the morning. I need to wake these two lazy pigs. But before that, 'Miss Cookie' needs to help me with my beauty routine. A lady's daily maintenance cannot be neglected."

Half an hour later, a radiant Biscuit emerged from the restroom and saw that Shizuku was already awake.

Shizuku, like a lazy black cat, stretched languidly, unfurling herself from a curled-up position.

"You're awake, Shizuku."

"Mmm, just woke up."

"Then that leaves Gelman."

Biscuit nodded to Shizuku and then walked to the bench, squatting down. She reached out to pinch Gelman's cheek, but the next moment, Gelman's eyes snapped open.

"What do you want?"

"Ah!" Biscuit yelped, startled, nearly falling onto the ice-cold floor. She recovered, patted her chest, and complained, "Don't scare me! Get up now that you're awake."

"I just woke up too."

Gelman sat up on the bench. He glanced at the thick blanket covering his upper body and then reached out to the squatting Biscuit, pulling her up.

"Thank you."

Gelman released Biscuit after pulling her up, then moved the blanket aside. He grabbed the neatly folded hunter robe lying nearby and put it on.

"I rarely get such good sleep quality."

He wasn't being humble or polite; it was the truth. Ever since he arrived in this world on November 21st last year, he hadn't slept more than twice, truly getting a peaceful night's sleep.

To deal with the bounty hunters and assassins who flocked to him in the first one or two months, Gelman had to keep his sleep shallow, waking up at the slightest disturbance.

The day he obtained "Sleepiness," his sleep had become deep, but too deep, leading to numerous unsettling elements appearing in endless dreams.

Last night was the first time in a long while that he truly felt physically and mentally relaxed, sleeping soundly without dreams and waking up naturally.

Shizuku jumped down from the net hammock and raised her hand like a student answering a professor, saying, "I slept very well last night too. Miss Biscuit's ability is amazing."

"Of course!" Biscuit proudly raised her hands and high-fived Shizuku, who walked over. "Sleep deprivation is the public enemy of us girls! I can't let it slide!"

Gelman frowned, watching the interaction between the two.

"Miss Biscuit"... He had forgotten to explain Biscuit's actual situation to Shizuku. At this point, it would probably be awkward to deliberately bring it up, so he decided to maintain the current situation.

Had Shizuku not noticed Biscuit's abnormality yet? Or had she noticed but didn't care?

"Don't thank me in advance. You paid me, so naturally, I'll handle things."

Biscuit said this with her hands on her hips, but her face was smug.

"Gelman, what about you? The 'stress' you mentioned last night, did you release it? That's the most important part."

"Let me confirm." Gelman reached out and manifested the "Hunter Badge."

It was the first time Biscuit and Shizuku had seen the true form of his source of ability. It was an incomplete, crescent-shaped fragment, rusty, with sharp edges.

The "Hunter Badge" projected an image in front of them, but they couldn't see anything, only feeling a change in Nen Energy.

"Stress": 65 → 41

"Reduced by 24 points," he muttered inwardly.

Gelman felt greatly encouraged. This was 14 more points of stress relief than his "critical hit" once, and most importantly, it was a stable, sustainable method of stress relief.

"The effect is very good." Gelman turned around and looked at Biscuit. "Can we do it again now?"

"We can," Biscuit nodded. "But it hasn't been 24 hours since the last time, so the effectiveness will be marginally diminishing accordingly."

"It doesn't matter. I'll use it to continue experimenting." Gelman grabbed the hem of his clothes, preparing to take off his upper garment.

This time, Biscuit couldn't bear to deceive him any longer and quickly stopped him.

"You don't need to take off your clothes this time. This will do. Miss Cookie is already familiar enough with your body; direct contact isn't necessary."

"I see."

Please... collect this book!

Gelman nodded and lay down on the bench again, resting his arms under his chin.

"Gelman really likes massages," Shizuku said to Biscuit, adjusting her glasses. "But I can understand, it's indeed a very comfortable experience."

"Gelman probably has his own reasons," Biscuit waved her hand. "It's not just about enjoying beauty massages; it must be something very important to him. I'll reluctantly help him out then."

She once again manifested "Miss Cookie" with pink hair, having "Miss Cookie" perform the dreamlike "Peach Blossom Breath" for thirty minutes.

This time, Gelman did not fall asleep but remained awake. After "Peach Blossom Breath" ended, he immediately had the "Hunter Badge" project his stats.

"Stress": 41 → 26

Gelman had a plan in mind: "15 points, 9 less than last time. It's probably related to time."

Last night, "Peach Blossom Breath" ended around 9 PM, and now it was 12 PM the next day, a difference of exactly fifteen hours.

He could make such a deduction: "Miss Cookie's" initial stress reduction was 24 points.

If he received the massage immediately after, the stress reduction was there, but it was so minuscule it was negligible, basically considered 0.

If he chose to wait after the massage, for every hour that passed, 1 point of stress reduction would recover, up to the maximum after 24 hours.

"How is it, have you figured it out?"

Biscuit made "Miss Cookie" disappear and sat on a chair, bending over with one hand propping up her chin, observing Gelman's expression.

"Mhm," Gelman got up from the bench. "Please have 'Miss Cookie' use 'Peach Blossom Breath' on me again in 24 hours, and then again two hours after that."

26... Biscuit keenly noticed this, her wine-red eyes narrowing slightly, like a fox that had spotted its prey.

She made a judgment internally: It seemed the "Hunter Badge" could show him his own body data. This explained his obsession with reducing "stress."

This wasn't strange at all. "Nen abilities" were incredibly diverse; it was perfectly normal for someone to possess "Nen abilities" similar to a game.

"I want one too," Shizuku said, raising her hand again. "I want to continue the massage too."

Biscuit was taken aback and waved her white-gloved hands. "Hey, hey, hey, my 'Miss Cookie' isn't your exclusive masseuse."

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