The great battle was right before them, yet in front of Zhao Cheng, the witches filling this house were putting on a display of tranquil, peaceful years.
Naturally, it was impossible that they were all so free. Plainly put, everyone was acting.
Or rather, this was the final calm before parting.
They all knew that the final battle was not far off, and so this last stretch of time was naturally precious beyond measure.
And at a time like this, what did they want to do most?
It was precisely this kind of tranquil, peaceful life.
In the original work, the protagonist's choice might have been poisonous, but logically speaking, it was barely justifiable.
And so, night arrived, bringing this peaceful day to an end.
But Zhao Cheng knew things were not that simple, because the mark on his hand was growing hot. The favorability values of the five girls were rising and falling erratically, fluctuating up and down even as they steadily climbed overall.
They said that crises were the easiest way to nurture feelings between men and women.
But upon encountering such an outrageous protagonist scenario, he still fell into deep thought.
Wait, wasn't the protagonist himself?
Then it was fine.
Ten minutes later, a soft knock sounded. Zhao Cheng opened the door, and Zhao Nian entered. As for the others, they were all eavesdropping.
Half an hour later, Zhao Nian left resolutely. As for Zhao Cheng, looking at the favorability value in the Book of Witches and the power feeding back to him, even though he himself was the protagonist, he could not help but sink into thought.
He recalled when he had first awakened the memories of his past life. Indeed, in the eyes of many people in the real world, he was undoubtedly a