I Thought This Was a Slice of Life

I, the Novelist! Not the Hero

The so-called hero exists solely to fulfill the requests of others.

Ever since the "Advent" incident occurred, following the intrusion of those outsiders who call themselves players into this world, the flames of war between the churches and the fanatical non-believers have intensified. Meanwhile, the long-forgotten aberrations have also refused to remain in the shadows, bursting into the public eye...

However, none of this has anything to do with her anymore.

If possible, a hero who is no longer needed simply wants to write something, to complete a story...

Yet there is one problem: the young girl is not skilled at creation, and she cannot write well about things she has not experienced.

In order to complete that story, she has decided to bid farewell to her retired, ordinary life and choose to stir up trouble, adding various crises (crossed out) fun to everyone's boring daily routines.

What, you have an objection?

That is disloyal.

Leeroy Jenkins-style passionate mob-pulling online, check it out, your base is gone.

That is just how it is.

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I, the Novelist! Not the Hero

Section 65 56 Essence, Energy, and Spirit

After being countered by Shuya like that, Mai did not chat with him about his magnificent beauty anymore.

Shuya was obsessed with working out and couldn't extricate himself, so he didn't talk to her much, just engaging in casual small talk.

But he still kept his promise, playing the guitar for her.

After finishing his workout, he rushed to see Junior Sister Seisen, happily learning music.

For Shuya, this time spent learning music was the best form of rest.

Staying by Junior Sister's side always gave him a sense of tranquility; it was incredibly healing.

Happy times passed by especially quickly, and it was already dusk when Shuya returned home.

He didn't have time to go next door to play afterward either.

He snuck up to the apartment rooftop to practice the basic techniques Li Shuhong had taught him.

Shuya used the newly cultivated qi to coordinate with his basic training.

His qi was only the size of a fist, but qi did not have to remain in that form.

Qi can be compressed and diffused.

This was easy to understand.

Compression meant concentrating the qi to increase its density, making it purer at a single point for greater destructive power.

Diffusion would weaken the qi, but it would cover a wider range, allowing for full-body reinforcement.

Shuya diffused the qi throughout his body, experiencing the sensation of this reinforcement.

His overall strength, endurance, flexibility, and so on had all increased.

But he didn't know exactly how much they had increased.

He would need to test it to understand.

In the midst of the dusk, Shuya began practicing basic punches and kicks on the rooftop.

Every punch and kick carried a gust of wind and a sharp whistle; Shuya believed that even an adult would be unable to withstand a single punch.

The enhancement of qi was powerful.

But Shuya knew it still couldn't compare to a bullet.

Just as Li Shuhong said, with the development of technology, the decline of martial arts was inevitable.

Shuya's cultivation speed was not a standard for reference.

An ordinary person practicing martial arts from a young age would still be in their thirties before they could cultivate qi.

Li Shuhong had told him that in this day and age, being able to cultivate qi before the age of thirty was already a sign of decent talent.

Compared to the hardships of practicing martial arts, a single bullet could easily kill a martial artist without qi.

A despairing gap.

Although Shuya was a genius, he had no capital to act recklessly, unless he wanted to be unable to survive in society.

Thinking of this, he deeply realized the constraints of this power.

Restricted everywhere, his thoughts naturally could not flow freely.

If his thoughts were not clear, he could not cultivate qi.

After Shuya cultivated qi, he truly felt the nature of it.

Qi is a substance composed of essence, energy, and spirit.

Essence refers to a person's vitality; the stronger the body, the stronger the vitality, which is why physical training is the foundation for the birth of "qi."

Qi refers to the spirit of the heart, a clear goal, and can also be interpreted as a firm conviction.

For example, during the Great War, a large number of martial artists in Great Hua cultivated Qi because they possessed the resolve to defend their home and country, even at the cost of their lives, harboring a resilient spirit within their hearts.

The final god.

It actually refers to the power of the soul.

And the power manifested by the soul is the power of intent.

The power of intent is a more peculiar force than Qi, but please note that this "peculiar" does not mean it is stronger than Qi, but rather that its usage is more mysterious.

To give birth to Qi, the final condition is to persist in absorbing purple energy every day, using the power of intent to wash the body and develop the potential of the flesh, making the physical body purer.

In summary, having abundant energy, washing the body with the power of intent for years, and possessing a firm conviction will allow one to cultivate Qi.

The first two can be compensated for with hard work, but conviction is difficult.

Especially in peaceful times, people live lives without waves, so how can they speak of firm conviction?

The power of Qi, which is so difficult to cultivate, is naturally not weak.

A mere fist-sized amount of Qi had already doubled Shuya's physical functions in every aspect.

Looking at it this way, wouldn't those elderly martial artists just explode?

Actually, Shuya was mistaken.

Qi also has differences in quality.

He possesses a Natural Martial Bone, so the "Qi" he produces is of very high quality.

The Qi of others must undergo repeated refinement to remove impurities and be compressed.

After finishing his experiment, Shuya continued to practice his basic techniques while coordinating them with his Qi.

Once he had practiced enough, he walked to the edge of the rooftop, leaned against the railing, and glanced at the rooftop of the building opposite, feeling hesitant.

Li Shuhong took him jumping between buildings every day, which had sparked a strong interest in him for jumping off buildings.

After Shuya cultivated his Qi, looking at the building opposite, a bold idea couldn't help but arise in his heart.

A moment later, he wisely abandoned the thought.

Better to play it safe for now.

Wait until I've developed properly before acting reckless.

Shuya thought of his old man; this negative example was incredibly effective, instantly calming his restless heart.

He turned and went downstairs without lingering, went home to take a shower, and then went next door to eat.

It was past eight o'clock now; Rena should have already returned home and finished cooking.

Shuya changed his clothes and leisurely rang the doorbell next door.

"Shu-chan! You're back!"

As the door opened, the most lively Yotsuba poked her little head out.

"Yeah, I'm back."

Shuya automatically replaced her words with: "Daddy, you're back!"

"Good girl."

He patted Yotsuba's head kindly.

"?"

Yotsuba didn't understand, but she still giggled.

Shuya didn't explain.

He walked inside, ignoring the four little girls in the living room, his burning gaze falling entirely on the back of Rena, who was wearing an apron and cooking.

Rena didn't turn around because she was busy. Her gentle voice drifted over: "Shu-chan, welcome back."

"...Yeah, I'm back."

"Was it hard today?"

"It was okay, not too hard."

The corners of Shuya's mouth curled up wildly.

The scene before him was practically a conversation between a married couple, right?

...The only problem was that there were a few too many pets, and they were a bit silly.

Shuya silently placed Ichika, who had jumped into his arms, back onto the sofa, then dodged Nino who was pouncing on him, and conveniently took the snacks from Itsuki's hand and stuffed them back into the cabinet.

Itsuki: "!!!"

She looked at Shuya in heartbreak, her little mouth opening to shout.

Shuya pointed at Rena, and Itsuki abruptly shut her mouth.

She also knew that if Rena found out about her snacking before dinner, Rena wouldn't help her; instead, she would lecture her.

She covered her mouth, her large eyes darting around.

She ran eagerly behind Shuya, fawning over him as she massaged his shoulders, hoping that Shuya wouldn't tell Mom.

Her soft little hands barely made Shuya feel like he was being massaged, but how could he refuse his daughter's good intentions? So, he swaggered and enjoyed his daughter's service.

He dealt with the Quintuplets casually, watching as Rena fell into her usual delusional little theater.

"Hubby, just wait a little longer, dinner will be ready soon."

"It's fine," Shuya waved his small hand, "As long as it's food made by you, Rena, I'll wait however long it takes!"

"...Mm-ah! You're annoying!"

"Ahahaha! Ahahaha!"

Shuya's face was full of silly laughter.

Yotsuba pointed at Shuya and turned back to say, "Mom! Shu-chan is acting silly again!"

"Ahem, what are you saying."

Shuya's delicate body gave a start, and he snapped back to reality to glare at her.

"I saw it too!"

"Shu-chan's smile is super weird!"

Rena tilted her head slightly, watching her daughters and Shuya as they made a ruckus together.