Annoyed Lynch

This really was a massive harvest.

The energy was simply two or three times greater than last time; he was now like one of those nouveau riche who had struck it rich overnight, starting to have the Stone of Myriad Phenomena generate everything he needed.

The pathways must continue to be generated, and as quickly as possible, even if it only produced a Sequence 9 for him so he could become a Beyonder; the others could be generated slowly.

After Lynch passed this thought to the Stone of Myriad Phenomena, he received a reply that he would be able to obtain the Sequence 9 potion formula in three days.

Additionally, he needed to generate the complete text of Lord of the Mysteries; after his memories became blurred, he really couldn't recall much of the book, and there were some things he wasn't entirely sure about.

Although he didn't dare to think about higher-level matters, he couldn't just remain completely ignorant, could he?

Generate!

By the way, he also had the Stone of Myriad Phenomena generate a Beyonder item capable of corrupting ordinary people.

The Stone of Myriad Phenomena told him that as long as there was enough energy, it could be generated within ten days.

Having opened three ways to consume energy at once, Lynch didn't even dare to look at how the energy was being drained, quickly exiting the Stone of Myriad Phenomena.

This thing was useful, certainly, but it consumed energy far too quickly.

And then there was Sefirah Castle; he couldn't figure it out—why was this thing so reactive? Couldn't it just honestly let the Stone of Myriad Phenomena absorb a bit more energy?

Was it easy for him to obtain energy just once?

Lynch muttered to himself.

And while he was greedily complaining in his heart, Klein, who was groaning while clutching his head in the next room, felt an unprecedented exhaustion.

He had only stayed ten minutes longer than last time, hadn't he?

But he had already become a Beyonder; was it possible he still couldn't endure for this long?

Klein truly felt as if he had been sucked dry; the moment he left Sefirah Castle, he collapsed onto the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, he had already been moved to the bed, and a blanket had been thoughtfully tucked around him.

"Ugh, why did you collapse on the floor just now? Also, don't lock the door from the inside in the future. It took me a long time to open it. Looking at your state, I almost went to call a doctor. Fortunately, you woke up. Do you still want to go to the hospital to get checked out?"

Lynch walked into Klein's room with a glass of water, feigning concern, looking exactly as if he weren't the one who had caused Klein's condition.

He had been in his room complaining about Sefirah Castle when he heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor, and he knew something was wrong.

He came over to knock, only to find that Klein had locked the door from the inside, so he had no choice but to force it open...

"You have to change the door lock yourself; I won't pay a single cent more!"

Lynch hurriedly stated in advance.

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched.

How should he put it?

This guy was indeed quite good; he had risked his life to save him, and upon discovering something was wrong, he had broken down the door to get in, but...

How could someone value money so much?

"Half each, I can't bear the full cost!"

Klein retorted immediately.

His money didn't just fall from the sky.

Lynch: ...

Fine!

That counted as his share too.

However, he immediately indicated that he could use his dinner money to cover the cost of the door lock.

"Looking at your state, you probably don't have the energy to cook dinner, so I'll just skip the meal fee for this dinner."

Lynch was righteous and confident, but soon Klein climbed up and indicated that he could cook dinner; cooking dinner was his favorite thing in life, and Lynch shouldn't think he could use this to avoid paying for the lock.

Buying groceries, cooking, and stewing meat—Klein did it all in one go, and the taste was excellent. Lynch couldn't find a single point to deduct, and in the end, he could only painfully take out one Sule for Klein, watching him hire a locksmith and spend two Sules to change the lock.

He wouldn't let him embezzle a single penny.

After finishing all this, Klein planned to complete his task for the day: walking from Iron Cross Street all the way to Welch's house to see if he could remember who else he had given the Antigonus Notebook to besides Lynch.

Lynch didn't intend to follow Klein.

He heard Klein mention the Antigonus Notebook, and only then did he remember that he had also applied to Dunn to use this notebook.

He had been in a rush to find Klein this morning and had forgotten about it. Dunn had a poor memory, and since he hadn't brought it up, he probably forgot too. He had better go ask for it now; he was quite worried that someone from the Big Meat Church might suddenly come over and ask him for the notebook.

If he opened his mouth and said he had forgotten, he didn't know if those people would fly into a rage and fight him to the death.

Thinking of this, Lynch immediately bid farewell to Klein and headed toward Zolant Street.

Walking up the steps in front of the security company, Lynch saw Rozanne talking to someone at a glance.

He tilted his head to listen.

"Klein has a male friend, really, I'm not lying to you. His family members are all watching him, wanting to know who that male friend is. If you ask me, if no one else can be found, it must be Lynch. The two of them are inseparable, it's really..."

Enough!

"Rozanne, I've had enough of you!"

Lynch instantly transformed into a roaring beast, wishing he could tear this woman apart limb from limb.

"Ah, Lynch, why are you back?" Rozanne was shocked, simultaneously revealing the person standing beside her.

Leonard sheepishly rubbed his hair, quickly distancing himself from any suspicion.

"It was Rozanne who said it, I was just a listener. Ahem, the captain assigned me a mission, I'm very busy, yes, it's great to be busy..."

Watching Leonard dash back into the office in a flash, Lynch grabbed Rozanne, who was also trying to slip away, and began tickling her waist vigorously, making her laugh hysterically while begging for mercy.

"I was wrong, Lynch, I was really wrong. I'll never dare to do it again in my life..."

Lynch only stopped after ten minutes of tickling, feeling exceptionally refreshed as he looked at the now motionless and exhausted Rozanne.

"Where is the captain?"

"How do you have the nerve? You almost tickled me to death, and you turn around and ask me a question?"

Rozanne looked at him with a face full of indignation.

Lynch made a gesture to continue tickling, scaring her into quickly blurting out that Dunn was on duty guarding the Chanis Gate underground.

"I'll let you off this time, but if I hear you gossiping again, hmph!"

Lynch threatened her, and seeing the lingering fear on Rozanne's face, he headed downstairs feeling completely relaxed.

Left behind in the reception room, Rozanne sighed as if life had lost all meaning.

What was the difference between not letting her gossip and taking her life?

However, recalling the intensity of the tickling earlier, she cautiously covered her mouth.

No more talking, never again, at least she wouldn't dare gossip about Lynch anymore.

But then again, the kid looked thin, yet he was actually quite strong. She wondered if he was the top or the bottom with Klein, or perhaps they were both...

Rozanne's eyes widened instantly, her heart filled with the urge to share.

But seeing the direction Lynch had left in, she swallowed the thought back down.

No, she couldn't hold it in at all!

Rozanne quickly took out paper and a pen, deciding to write a novel featuring Lynch and Klein as the protagonists.

She would write about how their love was misunderstood by the world, forcing them to suffer in secret, only to finally achieve a happy ending after a series of obstacles.

Hmph, Lynch wouldn't let her gossip, but could he control her writing a novel?