A chuuni boy and a speechless Sister Rongrong

When he heard Tushan Rongrong say they would part ways someday, Luo Yang immediately grew worried.

After all, Tushan Rongrong was a person... a fox who never spoke empty words. Every word and action was calculated. Since she had said she "wouldn't always be by his side," that meant she would part ways with Luo Yang at some unknown point in the future.

"No! I don't want to be separated from Sister Rongrong! I want to stay with Sister Rongrong forever!" Sitting beside Tushan Rongrong, Luo Yang placed his hand over her little hand as she leafed through "Battle Through the Heavens."

His gaze was as resolute as if he were about to join the Party.

"Hehe, you little brat... strictly speaking, it wouldn't really count as parting ways. After all, my role is to be your strategist and adviser, so I'm destined to stay by your side forever. It's just that some future plans might require you to venture out across the continent on your own for a while... well, not entirely alone. After all, you could always find a few more powerful... beautiful bodyguards."

Luo Yang's words moved Tushan Rongrong slightly for two and a half seconds. She looked fondly at this boy who "never grew up," then, the very next second, put away her smile, opened her eyes, and spoke in exasperation.

"But really, Luoluo, you can't rely on me for everything. You should learn to be independent."

"Hehe... but I have you, Sister Rongrong." Seeing Tushan Rongrong adopt that lecturing tone, Luo Yang muddled his way through with a goofy grin.

Actually, this wasn't the first time Tushan Rongrong had said this to him. Every time she finished, he would be exactly the same the next time.

"You~" Both annoyed and amused, Tushan Rongrong tapped Luo Yang's forehead with a slender, delicate finger.

There was still a long time before that part of the plan, so she would let this brat run wild for a few more days...

After their brief bout of laughter and banter, Luo Yang mentioned his wish to activate the next "figurine" and asked Sister Rongrong for her opinion.

After hearing him out and thinking for two and a half seconds, Tushan Rongrong nodded.

"With what we'll be facing next, my strength really won't be much help anymore. It's time to activate the next lackey."

In the Magical Beast Mountain Range, the strongest enemy had only been the Amethyst Winged Lion King, equivalent to a human three- to four-star Dou Huang expert.

With Tushan Rongrong's strength as a five-star Dou Wang, Yun Zhi as a three-star Dou Emperor, and a certain sneaky bastard named Luo taking potshots from the shadows, they had easily secured victory and cleared the Magical Beast Mountain Range dungeon.

The Tagor Desert, however, was far more dangerous than the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

The Snake-People Tribe's strongest expert in the open was Queen Medusa, a Peak Nine-Star Dou Emperor just one final step away from Dou Zong. The leaders of the Eight Great Tribes under her command were all Dou Wang experts, and there were also four veteran elders in the shadows, all Peak Dou Emperor experts.

Five Nine-Star Peak Dou Emperors and eight Dou Wangs-even an ordinary Dou Zong expert would find them extremely troublesome.

Tushan Rongrong and Luo Yang held hands and slowly closed their eyes. The flow of time around them slowed, their consciousness sank, and they entered the figurine room.

It was called a room, but the space inside was large enough to count as a hall.

Tushan Rongrong strolled leisurely around, the long hem of her dress concealing her feet and trailing along the floor as her gaze swept over the figurines and statues beside her.

She weighed up which one would best suit Luo Yang's current circumstances.

Luo Yang, meanwhile, followed behind her in boredom with both hands cradling the back of his head, occasionally stopping to change an articulated figurine's pose or equipment.

Or, when he passed the incense altar, he would offer a few sticks of incense to those "big shots," contributing to their incense offerings.

Not having to use his brain really felt great.

Carefree and thoughtless, he lived at ease.

Suddenly, Luo Yang spotted something very familiar...

Still making her selection, Tushan Rongrong stopped as she passed the "Fox Spirit Matchmaker" display in the [Waifu section]. Looking at the figurines of Tushan Honghong, Tushan Yaya, and Tushan Susu, she sank into her memories.

It had already been more than half a year since Luo Yang had brought her to the Dou Qi Continent. She wondered how her two older sisters were doing...

[Sing!]

A voice startled Tushan Rongrong out of her recollections.

[Dance!]

Another similar voice followed, and Tushan Rongrong turned to look for its source.

In her line of sight, Luo Yang was holding a palm-sized object resembling a watch, with a portrait of a handsome man with center-parted hair drawn on it. He also wore a gray Zi-O Driver around his waist, with two white suspender-like straps crossing the middle of the belt.

[Rap!]

[Basketball!!]

Luo Yang pressed the button on the watch face twice, producing two sounds. When he pressed it again, a burst of stirring music rang out.

[Music!]

"At the peak, false supporters arise; at dusk, devout believers bear witness."

Luo Yang cast aside his earlier laziness, his expression turning extremely solemn as he recited those lines, struck a pose, and inserted the watch face into the belt.

[I'm Cai Xukun, and I approve!]

Immediately afterward, the belt emitted that man's bright, manly voice, exactly the same as the voice that had just shouted "Sing" and "Dance."

"Transform!!!"

Luo Yang struck several poses, then threw out a textbook Iron Mountain Lean shoulder bash and shouted for his transformation.

[Don't catch a cold!!]

The final words from the belt sent it straight into god-tier territory.

Luo Yang straightened up. Nothing about his body had changed, yet it seemed as though he had merged with something. His gaze was fierce as he looked ahead.

"The little haters' doomsday... has arrived."

Then he picked up a toy sword and launched into "Hey! Ha!" "Demacia!" and "Five Saints Finisher!"

Tushan Rongrong: "..."

Watching the chuuni boy immersed in his own fantasy world, Tushan Rongrong's face darkened with exasperation. She held her forehead and sighed.

He's almost twenty. How is he still this childish?

Ignoring the chuuni boy's antics, Tushan Rongrong turned and continued choosing among the figurines.

Although those in the mythology section were powerful, they also consumed the most karma, so they were out of consideration for now. Those in the monster section were too disgusting and likewise fell outside Tushan Rongrong's selection.

The transformation and mecha sections were fairly good and highly controllable, but their strength generally wasn't all that impressive. Here on the Dou Qi Continent, where Dou Zuns were as plentiful as dogs and Dou Shengs guarded the gates, they might work early on, but they would feel very underpowered by the middle stages and be unfit to bring out at all in the later stages.

Only those few capable of wielding the power of rules could still play a decent role in the later stages, but they required far too much karma, so they were out of consideration for now.

In the end, Tushan Rongrong returned to the waifu section, intending to choose one here.

Because she knew Luo Yang liked mechas and transformations, but liked beautiful women even more.

Yet as her gaze swept over those beautiful women's sizzling figures, curving out in front and behind, she couldn't help lowering her head to look at her own...

Her smile slowly vanished, and her usually narrowed eyes opened.

Apart from those in the loli category, every last one had large breasts, a slender waist, and a plump bottom. By comparison, Tushan Rongrong's figure seemed very... very...

It couldn't even compare to Susu's or Qing Lin's.

"One look at you and I'll explode~ a little closer and I'll melt~ I love watching your suspenders slip and your center-parted hair..."

Just then, utterly unable to read the room, Luo Yang began acting up again, singing something called "Norwegian Kunkun," making the already agitated Tushan Rongrong even angrier.