He even found himself involuntarily picturing, in the depths of his mind, a glorious scene of himself slaying a god with a mortal body.
Unfortunately, reality told him it was all fake. It wasn't that he had forgotten how to do it—he really was just a weakling...
Watching the chuunibyou teenager grin foolishly and swing his sword in the shop, Li Huang'er shook her head. She felt that she was being a little strange. She had noticed Zhao Cheng the moment he entered, mainly because when Zhao Cheng wore a blank expression, he genuinely gave her the subtle impression of a powerful expert.
Though even she herself had no idea where that sense of power had come from.
Especially at the instant Zhao Cheng gripped the sword. In her mind, she had unconsciously imagined an illustration: the youth swinging his blade, commanding a blue dragon as it crashed into the moon. Even she herself had been struck by how cool her own imagination was.
But then, ruthless reality shattered her fantasy. The feeling Zhao Cheng gave her as he swung the sword was no different from a monkey waving a wooden stick. Even on the first day she had touched a sword at the age of five, she had swung it more beautifully than he did...
A tragic story.
She patted her head and smiled, wondering if she had watched too many movies lately.
At this moment, Zhao Cheng also noticed the girl behind the counter looking at him. He smiled at her. He had never seen the girl before, but she truly was beautiful. In his personal estimation, only Belvia could completely crush her in that regard.
But then Zhao Cheng felt that her expression seemed a little unnatural. And why did she somehow feel like Li Huang'er?!
Zhao