Dad, Let Me Be Your One-and-Only Fan! Chapter 402

Xie Qingxuan turned around and met Little Sakura's gaze. It was unclear whether she had heard him or not. She nodded her chin and continued walking upwards.

As she walked up the stairs, the echoing sounds caught Grandma Zhang's attention. When she opened the door, she saw three beautiful girls, so strikingly different from the gloomy stairwell, walking up the stairs one by one.

Upon seeing her, one of them immediately hid behind his companion; another kept his eyes straight ahead, not glancing at her at all; and finally, the girl with droopy eyes and an exceptionally pure appearance returned a polite smile and knocked on Chu Yuanqing's door.

They're probably all friends of Xiao Shu, right?

Grandma Zhang sighed inwardly. Chu Yuanqing hadn't returned yet. No wonder Xiao Shu brought so many friends home to play; she was probably too lonely.

"Knock knock knock."

Chu Wangshu saw the three people through the peephole and turned around in surprise, saying:

"Dad and Dad, it's Yayoi- neechan, Liuli, and Sister Xie here!"

After speaking, the girl opened the door, took out slippers from the closet, and complained about why no one was picked up from the airport, while a bright and sunny smile appeared on her face.

It's strange, but before the reunion, my mind always wanders to all sorts of random thoughts. I feel that the awkwardness of our complicated relationship will make our reunion awkward. But when I actually see the Green Eyed Cat, Little Sakura, and the Great Demon King, all I feel is warmth and happiness.

That wonderful feeling, somewhere between friendship, family, and admiration for elders, budded in her heart and took root in the soil of her life, unconsciously giving her more expectations for the future.

Chu Wangshu used to worry that after leaving Flash Dance, she would not be able to maintain the original relationships with everyone, just like the friendships she had formed in elementary and middle school, which would gradually fade away with time and experience.

But now,

Qing Bao is the Dad.

Charlotte is the mother.

Liuli, Yayoi- neechan, and Sister Xie are all Dad's former comrades-in-arms and current lovers.

Even though it's strange and awkward, it has indeed created a stronger bond between them. They no longer have to worry that if they leave a certain vessel, they will easily become like kites with broken strings, never to meet again.

This was a comfort that was hard to express in words for Chu Wangshu, who had always lacked love.

Well, it might be similar to Charlotte's theory: missing 17 years of maternal love requires more mothers to make up for it.

Kiriwake Yayoi changed into slippers, placed the gifts on the table, presented Xiao Shu with a gift she had specially bought for her, and gave her a warm hug.

Xie Qingxuan and Tang Liuli also brought gifts; the former gave a brand-new tablet, and the latter gave a game console—one for studying, and the other for indulging, a good balance of work and rest.

After chatting for a while, everyone crowded into Chu Yuanqing's bedroom.

Most Little Idol are interested in the room where a single Dad has lived for many years, but unfortunately, the frail and fragile person lying on the bed really makes them lose interest in looking around the room.

Sensing the increasingly ambiguous and subtle atmosphere in the room, Chu Wangshu consciously withdrew. Of course, she also wanted to stick close to her Dad, but it was too uncomfortable to stand in there like a third wheel.

Charlotte embodies her motherly love in the kitchen.

For a moment, only Chu Yuanqing and the three others remained in the room.

Chu Yuanqing looked at everyone somewhat guiltily. Like a cat that had done something wrong, she lowered her eyes and wanted to apologize as soon as she opened her mouth.

Can...

"Don't apologize."

Xie Qingxuan looked at the white-haired girl who seemed hesitant to speak. A chilling emotion welled in her eyes, and a dark cross-shaped mark flickered in her gaze. She spoke softly:

"The one who was wrong was never Xiao Qing, it was them."

Kiriwake Yayoi gently grasped Chu Yuanqing's icy fingers. Suppressing her suffocating sorrow, as if swallowing razor blades, she maintained a gentle smile and comforted him:

"Xiao Qing has always done a good job. You don't need to blame yourself for anyone, not even us."

Tang Liuli looked at Qing Bao, who was stuck in her speech and didn't know what to say. She thought the other girl was an overly easy-going idiot. She touched Qingbao's hair, which was transparent in the light and as pure as snow, smiled, and said seriously:

"We're all here for you, Xiao Qing. You're not fighting alone."

"We'll help you, just like before, let's overcome all difficulties together."

Xie Qingxuan took off her jacket, which had a zipper that felt uncomfortable, and pulled Chu Yuanqing into her arms, burying her face in her soft, rounded breasts. Unable to think of anything to comfort her, she pressed her pink lips to Chu Yuanqing's ear, her voice like a feather falling into an iron furnace, conveying a warm, melting, and burning sensation, and softly said:

"Don't worry, I'll kill them all, just like Ultraman did."

"This time, we won't use that method again."

Little Sakura made a solemn vow:

"I've already figured out a new use for [Heart Forging]. With a grand enough stage, even Disaster God can be put to the test."

Tang Liuli crossed her arms and declared her "give up" statement with righteous indignation:

"Although I haven't received any blessings and can't defeat the apostles, I will do my best to be a good cheerleader."

Chu Yuanqing freed herself from Xuan Bao's chest. She stroked Liuli's cat head, a gesture she hadn't done in a long time, coughed a few times with a laugh, leaned back on the pillow, and, using the sunlight streaming through the window, looked at the three of them, saying softly:

"I've been forgetting to mention it."

"It's so good to see you all again in this era."

That's why she won't repeat the same mistake.

Whether it's Yayoi, who forged Laevateinn with her flesh and soul, or Kohyun, who used all of existence to steal the Xiao Xuan and die by her own sword as Disaster God," or Ruri, who voluntarily "went to her Funeral Procession " to pave the way for the future and cover up her Liuli.

There were many, many more comrades who risked their lives to pave the way forward.

In order to prevent them from repeating the tragedies of the past, she must find a way to completely resolve the crisis of the disaster group and correct the Sea of Truth.

After Chu Yuanqing finished speaking, she didn't continue talking about the past with the others. Her memories were becoming increasingly fragmented, and discussing them would easily expose her flaws. So, taking advantage of their momentary distraction, she smiled and said:

"Shall we go for a walk together?"

In Sea Capital and Nanjing Street, pedestrians flow endlessly, and floating electronic screens drift in mid-air. Amid the hustle and bustle, you can find stores everywhere that offer photo opportunities to check in at <Flash Dance>, including some that have acquired the image rights of some Little Idol and collaborated with them on various events.

In front of a milk tea shop called Dou Cha, there is an advertisement for "Magical Girl Thornbird," a documentary film recently released and produced by the Magic Countermeasures Bureau.

I heard that 30% of the proceeds from the movie tickets would go to the Countermeasures Bureau's budget, while 70% would go to the Magical Girl's family. So even though this kind of documentary was released almost every day, squeezing out the release schedules of other movies, it received rave reviews online and there were no controversies.

The boss, with droopy eyelids, was idly idling behind the counter.

Looking at the huge queue, the shop assistant counted her unchanged wages, her resentment deepening. She wanted nothing more than to unleash a Hadouken, but she still had to keep smiling and work hard.

But compared to myself, who could enjoy air conditioning indoors, the guy wearing a heavy Dream Weaver Rabbit mascot costume, handing out flyers outside the store under the scorching summer sun, was the real unlucky one.

Only...

That's strange, does the boss hire people to wear mascot costumes and hand out flyers?

"Hello, I'd like a large bucket of Qing Bao co-branded lemon tea. Can I have the Liuli version instead of the acrylic one? I've already collected all the others."

The shop assistant's thoughts flashed through her mind, but she ignored the awkwardness and continued working at the cashier with a smile.

The Dream Weaver Rabbit doll is exquisitely crafted. Its pupils are like inlaid agate, giving it a more translucent quality. At one moment, countless black lines shimmer, like dense earthworms wriggling and intertwining.

If you look closely, you'll notice that everyone who takes the flyer or makes eye contact has their eyes turn red for a fleeting moment, giving off an eerie feeling.

Beneath this soft and adorable mascot costume, the torso and limbs resemble a praying mantis, with scales sliding and adhering like blades, revealing a ferocious and terrifying monster. Breathing in the scent of many lambs in the bustling street, it suppresses its genes for killing and destruction, and performs its duties.

--The Beast of Love.

Among the scourges under [Amor]'s command, the Calamity Beasts bearing the name of love have absorbed the seven emotions and six desires of all living beings. They are inherently more adept than other Calamity Beasts at integrating into civilization and disguising their true humanity.

At the very top of this group is the Beast of Love, who was granted the authority of the seven deadly sins and elevated to the rank of apostle. Before [Amor] was suppressed, He had seven apostles under His command: Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust.

These apostles are comparable to Supreme Calamity Beast, capable of shattering tectonic plates with ease, comparable to natural disasters, and an inescapable nightmare for all living beings.

Gluttony Beelzebub, it is a wisp of authority that [Amor] spilled from the forbidden zone yesterday before the Savior arrived on the battlefield.

This apostle, too weak to retain any consciousness, instinctively returned to the sect that worshipped [Amor], consuming the bishop's own flesh and blood and blessings, and thus began to revive and lie dormant there.

Even when it is weak, the entire Sea Capital is just a slightly larger plate in its eyes. It can easily use the rules of gluttony to silently devour most of it, filling its emaciated body and returning to its original behemoth form.

Unfortunately, even without [Amor's] command, it dared not appear openly simply by smelling that person's scent.

This is not cowardice. Even the Beast of Love can only mimic human emotions and does not truly feel fear. However, the genes hidden in its soul and flesh will tremble, causing it to act on its own to seek advantage and avoid harm.

Therefore, infiltration, observation, and clandestine sabotage became the only operational strategy.

Until...

"Ah! Xiao Xuan, quickly give me back Qing Bao's acrylic card!"

Xie Qingxuan dodged the Green Eyed Cat's encirclement, and the two circled the Pure White Witch's wheelchair. She blinked innocently and said:

"I'll trade you my Yayoi keychain."

Little Sakura's feelings are complicated. She and her teammates come to buy the team's collaboration milk tea and fight over merchandise. It all seems like a very abstract thing.

Chu Yuanqing's pink lips curled up as she held the warm coconut milk tea. Her golden eyes were dim yet gentle. When she was pushed into the room in her wheelchair, she didn't even look at the Dream Weaver Rabbit doll. Her attention was all on the person beside her, as if she hadn't noticed anything.

Inside the mascot costume,

The Beast of Love, Beelzebub, crushed its pupils a second earlier, actively isolating itself from sight and perception.

Even so, that abyssal terror and scorching oppression still traverses the years and history, causing the spiral deep within our genes to tremble violently and stimulating a stress response as if hot oil had been poured on it.

The monster revealed a ferocious, joyful, and admiring smile, and whispered to itself:

"Chu Yuanqing, you really have gotten weaker."

Volume 1: 375. Binge eating, a feeling of powerlessness.

Beelzebub did not die; it even had the luxury of savoring the feeling of being stimulated by a sense of crisis, causing its authority to subconsciously become condensed and obscure.

This proves that it evaded, evaded that young Savior, who once transcended Conceptual Level barriers, ignored any laws, authority, or means, and disregarded all reason—a terrifying perception.

It should be understood that, placed at the end of the opponent's growth, even the mighty Disaster God would actively divide itself and hide in countless layers of Historical Echo, the Gap World, the deep space of the universe, the microscopic dimension, and the Sea of Truth. It would still be traced by fate and locked by intuition, forced to fight in the flames of Laevateinn and killed to the point of annihilation.

But now...

This Savior, who had transformed into a withered, weary, silent being, like ashes, devoid of his former warmth, was so oblivious that even a crippled apostle could not perceive it.

Just as the Lord said, the fleeting glory that reappeared yesterday was her last glimmer of light. To regain her former power, she would have to abandon the suppression of [Pure White] and fight to the death.

Otherwise, she would just be a burnt-out, lifeless furnace, no longer possessing the terrifying intuition to see through all conspiracies, an intuition more unreasonable and impossible to deceive than the ability to foresee the future.

How joyous! Without this outlier that cannot be found in countless civilizations, the swarm will soon devour the perfect fruit that has been brewing for countless Worldline, break free from this extremely troublesome world, head to a new civilization, and begin a new evolution.

And thereafter,

Even if they encounter another Savior like this one, the swarm that has absorbed all of his resources will not suffer defeat again.

The Beast of Love was filled with excitement. It enjoyed simulating the emotional mechanisms of all living beings. Unfortunately, its gluttonous side was too strong, so much so that its euphoric fantasies of popping champagne halfway through a meal, like humans, only brought a few seconds of satisfaction before it was swallowed up by its desire for the flesh and blood of the other.

Even so, it made no move, nor did it release a trace of killing intent. Instead, it closed its senses even more tightly, letting the writhing black lines in its eye sockets rot and slip away. It even stopped handing out flyers, like a worker who couldn't withstand the lingering heat of late summer, sitting on a chair outside the store, dazed and idling.

Chu Yuanqing has indeed become weaker, but killing his opponent is simply wishful thinking.

That young hero, who fought against the thirteen Disaster God all the way, drove the calamity horde to the brink of destruction, and then reaped all of his own kind in turn, creating too many incredible miracles, would find it impossible to simply kill his opponent even in his weakened state.

In the most ideal and fortunate scenario, it would be to force Chu Yuanqing to burn everything away prematurely. However, doing so would only cause him to merge with [Pure White], receiving all blessings in the moment before his death, returning to his prime and bearing the ideals of everyone, dragging all the Venerable Lords down with him to his death.

Even Lucifer, the apostle representing arrogance among the Beast of Love, had to admit that at his peak, Chu Yuanqing could completely crush the calamity horde even without the authority of the thirteen Disaster God, and taking away half of the Disaster God would not be a problem.

This half, however, is a vital backbone nurtured over countless years by the swarm that has devoured countless planets, civilizations, and extraordinary origins. It is crucial for ultimate evolution and cannot be lost.

Furthermore, who can be sure that when this Savior regains power and strength, he won't be stimulated by real death and ascend to an even higher and more terrifying realm? Just like the Martial God Skill that was created from scratch, the Disaster Group is unwilling to gamble on this.

Therefore, at this very moment, it is curled up in a ridiculous doll, playing the role of a lowly and poor worker in human society, with the goal of liberating the disaster-stricken people and fulfilling its great wish in another form.

"Chu Yuanqing, you've not only become weaker, you've also developed a weakness—a weakness that's more obvious, more conspicuous, and more vulnerable than before."

The Beast of Love suppressed the increasingly viscous malice in its rotten eyes and laughed silently.

"Hello, is this where I pick up my merchandise?"

Pei Xiaotong tilted her head and looked down at the Dream Weaver Rabbit doll sitting on the chair, slacking off. She had many shopping bags hanging from her arm and was eating ice cream. Her pink lips were stained with chocolate, making her look quite cute.

Beelzebub's emotions were interrupted. It remained silent for a moment, refraining from turning to look at Chu Yuanqing, who was concealing himself with a cognitive technique. It methodically retrieved its memories and spoke according to the normal procedure:

"Bling Dream Weaver Rabbit, which keychain would you like, sir?"

Pei Xiaotong, without a shred of shame, confidently proclaimed the slogan:

"Your Qing God is so great, no further words are needed."

These playful slogans were the result of a vote by netizens for the milk tea shop, with each participating Little Idol receiving a different slogan.

The Beast of Love smiled warmly, its emotions overflowing:

"There's only one set of Chu Yuanqing's keychains left here, please take it."

Pei Xiaotong was overjoyed. She went to three different stores and bought three milk tea sets, finally managing to get one for Qing Bao. She suppressed the urge to shout "Yay!" and happily thanked them.