Top Five Goals

It is self-evident who the Witch in the dream is. Russell felt great sympathy for her tragic fate. Evil was not her intention; she was merely a product of the tragedy of her time.

While we may sympathize, at worst we can just burn some paper money for them during Qingming Festival. Why would they possess us for no reason?

"Uncle Luo, the Witch is dead. These memories are remnants of the Witch's mental fragments..." The system paused for a moment, then said, "You are very lucky. She was a powerful Witch. Even the few remaining memories are invaluable treasures."

Russell was unconscious during the process of merging with the Witch's mental fragments. Only after the system explained what had happened did he realize what was going on. As he pondered the scattered and unfamiliar memories in his mind, he discovered that he had stepped in dog poop.

Rather than being an immersive memory, it's more like a legacy, encompassing everything from basic magic to cultivation experience; you can find traces of it all in the memory.

This feeling is like using Witch's Character Card... no, it's even more rewarding than using Character Card!

Among these, the most valuable thing was knowledge, basic knowledge about magic, which was something Russell desperately needed but couldn't find a way to obtain.

The Magic Power extracted from the Witch gave Russell the opportunity to transcend the mundane, and this knowledge allowed him to completely open the door to a new world.

Russell was deeply moved by the Witch's kindness and righteousness, and felt ashamed of his own behavior of repaying evil with good. "How righteous! I'll burn a 180-meter paper figure for you when I get back... Never mind, we have different worldviews, you won't receive it even if I burn it."

With this legacy, Russell's path ahead will be much easier. He won't need to do much; simply familiarize himself with the memories and deepen his understanding of them, and his strength will steadily rise to a higher level.

"Knock knock knock————"

The sudden knocking on the door snapped Russell out of his reverie. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost nine o'clock at night. Who would be knocking at this hour?

The female anchor who appears in the first chapter?

"Wait, the female anchor moved to her sugar daddy's house. Even if she was dumped, it shouldn't have happened this quickly..."

Russell muttered something, got up and stretched, then sauntered toward the door. The moment the door opened, he remembered what he had forgotten.

Forward! female! friend!

Clear eyes, glossy black hair, a face as beautiful as a flower, and a faint smile at the corners of her mouth.

The woman outside the door was as beautiful as I remembered.

"Surprise! Aren't you happy to see me?"

Shen Menghan smiled and squinted her eyes. She had dressed up carefully before coming, deliberating for a long time about what to wear, and finally chose a casual outfit with a mix-and-match style. A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman; with her good looks and long legs, she looks good in anything.

The familiar face was exactly the same as in his memory, and the familiar sweet and sour smell of love made Russell feel dazed. His voice and smile seemed as if he hadn't seen him for a day, and he felt a faint joy of reunion after a long separation.

But...

Forget about liking him, because this guy is an assassin!

Russell's face hardened, as if he had a blank expression. "You've already broken up, what are you doing here?"

"You're so petty. We broke up amicably. Can't I even come to see you?"

"No, my girlfriend is coming soon, it will make her misunderstand."

Shen Menghan pouted. "Stop lying. I did my research before I came. You haven't had a girlfriend since we broke up."

Russell's heart sank. Sure enough, she was being investigated. Her tone became even colder. "I arranged to have sex online, is that not allowed?"

"Hmph! Are you prettier than me? If not, don't come here and embarrass yourself!"

"Not as pretty as you!"

After saying this, Russell realized something was wrong. The other party had used a honey trap, and he had unwittingly fallen into it, switching back to the bickering mode he used to have when he was in love.

"Tch, still the same old talker who spouts nonsense."

Shen Menghan raised her hand and pushed Russell to go inside. Russell originally wanted to block her at the door, but with a gentle push from her two arms, his impenetrable defenses crumbled instantly.

Russell: It's not that I'm not ruthless, it's just that she's too strong!

Shen Menghan walked into the house with a smile, wandering back and forth between the living room, kitchen, and bedroom. Finally, she found Russell's towel in the bathroom, smelled it, and then picked out a few short hairs from the edge of the sink.

"Tsk tsk, trying to fool me? There's not even a single woman's hair on it..."

In Russell's view, her actions were an attempt to find clues left behind by his parents about the assassin organization. Seeing her finish rummaging through the trash can, go to the computer desk, and pick up the mouse, Russell swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to the living room.

"What exactly are you here for?" Russell stared intently at his ex-girlfriend. He was giving her a chance; if she revealed her true identity, he would let her go.

If someone is stubborn and refuses to tell the truth, he... will still let them off the hook.

When the time came, Russell had to admit that matters of the heart are not something that can be easily let go of.

Shen Menghan didn't speak. Cairo's wrist, wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her chin up, and closed her eyes.

Russell: "..."

Russell placed his hands on Shen Menghan's waist, the image and voice from his deepest memories now vivid in his mind, and unable to resist, he kissed her. The atmosphere in the living room quickly heated up.

Done!

Shen Menghan lay on Russell's chest, scratching her hair against his chest, occasionally letting out a soft smile as if she were thinking of something.

Russell was secretly groaning at this moment. He knew the visitor meant him no good, but he still couldn't resist. Now, thinking back, he deeply regretted it. Why hadn't he held out a little longer?

Sigh, how should this be resolved?

How about we pretend to be asleep and talk about it tomorrow?

Russell looked down and saw Shen Menghan staring blankly at the ring. With mixed emotions, he asked softly, "What's wrong? What are you daydreaming about?"

"Is this ring... meant for proposing to me?"

Why do you women all have the same idea? Don't you have any other lines?

Shen Menghan frowned. "That's strange, I suddenly feel a bit stiff in my neck."

You're right, the hat is too heavy!

"You still haven't answered me. Is this ring a proposal?"

Russell: "No..."

"Okay, I agree!"

After saying that, Shen Menghan took the ring off Russell's neck and put it on the middle finger of her left hand; it fit perfectly.

"Wait, this ring is mine..."

"Mine, it's mine now!"