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In the market of Liyue Harbor.

As Mo Fan looked at the God of the Stove, who had lost his powers, a nostalgic look came into his eyes.

After all, even during the Archon War, Marchosius had been a close friend of his.

The reason he had later wanted to learn how to cook was that he had often eaten Marchosius's food and developed an interest in cooking.

Now, seeing his old friend again, he couldn't help smiling. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, Old Ma? From the look of you, your powers still haven't recovered."

"Lululu~~? (Do you know me?)"

"What, have you lost your memories too?"

Mo Fan was quite surprised by Marchosius's response.

It seemed that the latter half of the Archon War had been so devastating that Marchosius had not only lost all his powers, but also completely lost his memories in the process.

He couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

After all, Marchosius had also exhausted the last of his powers to deal with the lingering resentment of the gods.

If Mo Fan had resolved the crisis of the gods' lingering resentment sooner, perhaps Marchosius wouldn't have had to sacrifice himself.

"Lululu~~! (My memories are gone, but you feel very familiar.)"

The little bear Marchosius had become shook his head.

As the God of the Stove, he had once been almost as large as a mountain and had always considered protecting humanity his duty.

But now he had completely lost his powers and memories, becoming frail and helpless.

Even so, he still seemed to remember Mo Fan, instinctively feeling that he was familiar.

"I see. So you only lost your memories, but your soul wasn't affected at all. A blessing in misfortune."

Mo Fan nodded.

At his peak, he might have been able to restore Marchosius's soul and memories.

Unfortunately, his body was now frail, and the soul Ronova had forcibly brought back to life couldn't withstand extensive use of the Edict of Time. Naturally, he had no way to restore them.

But Marchosius himself didn't seem averse to his present state, despite having lost his powers and memories.

Presumably, he had found a good place to belong.

As Mo Fan silently pondered, a black-haired girl in a light, short skirt suddenly came jogging over from a distance.

"Guoba! You little... why did you suddenly run off and come all the way here?!"

The girl scooped up the little bear, then turned to look at Mo Fan.

The moment she saw him, the girl's eyes froze. Clear hesitation flashed across them, and she suddenly began to cry as she murmured:

"F-former director?"

"What..."

Xiangling's words stunned Mo Fan on the spot.

He had never expected to hear her call him that.

Yes, in Mo Fan's final reincarnation in Liyue, he had been the seventy-fifth director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

Since it was one of his last few reincarnations, Mo Fan had traveled through the mortal world with a fairly carefree attitude.

He had not only married a mortal woman and had children, but had also gained a granddaughter named Hu Tao.

As the heir to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he had mastered arts for exorcising demons and warding off evil. He had often helped the people of Liyue drive away evil spirits and eliminate calamities lurking in the shadows.

It was under those circumstances that he had saved Keqing, who had volunteered to fight monsters, and met Xiangling, the child from next door.

The young Xiangling had been a mischievous child who often went around playing pranks with Hu Tao, only to get a scolding when her father found out.

By comparison, Mo Fan had rarely disciplined the children at all, giving Hu Tao complete freedom.

As a result, whenever her father disciplined her, Xiangling would sneak over to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to lie low.

After that happened a few times, he and Xiangling had become familiar with each other.

Even so, Mo Fan hadn't expected Xiangling to recognize him as the former director.

Could it be that spending so long with Marchosius, the God of the Stove, has made her soul special too?

While Mo Fan's thoughts were in turmoil, a bewildered expression suddenly appeared on Xiangling's face. "Huh? What just happened to me... why did I mistake this gentleman for Hu Tao's grandfather?"

It was strange.

Really strange.

Xiangling rubbed her eyes, unable to understand why she had suddenly felt such intense warmth in her heart.

When she looked at the man before her, it was as if she were seeing that gentle old grandfather from years ago.

Yes, the former director had been a very gentle person in Xiangling's eyes.

He had almost never spoken harshly or looked down on them because he was an adult. Instead, he had always taken gentle care of Hu Tao and Xiangling, and had even taken them to the bustling market and the Lantern Rite festivities.

Since Xiangling had never had a grandfather of her own, she had practically regarded the former director as hers. She had been very fond of the former director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and had hoped to stay with him forever.

But in the end, the former director had still left them.

To this day, Xiangling had been unable to come to terms with it...

"Maybe it's because I have an old air about me."

Seeing that Xiangling hadn't actually recognized him, Mo Fan couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief and even made a joke.

"N-no, not at all! You're really very young, sir!!"

Xiangling hurried to explain, but for some reason, the more she explained, the stranger it sounded, leaving guilt written all over her face.

Seeing this, Mo Fan didn't want to tease her. He smiled and said, "It's all right, I don't mind. But you don't look like you have that much time to spare talking to me, do you?"

"Oh, right! I still haven't bought the ingredients I need for tonight!"

Xiangling came back to her senses and hurriedly turned and dashed toward the market.

Marchosius, whom she called Guoba, had no choice but to follow, parting ways with Mo Fan.

Once he was alone, Mo Fan soon went to the market to buy the ingredients he needed for dinner, then turned and returned home.

"Huh? Ronova, you're back?"

Walking into the house, Mo Fan looked at the weary-looking Ruler of Death and couldn't help asking, "Did you go out for a stroll today? I didn't see you when I came back just now."

"Ah, right. Yes, I-I went for a stroll..."

Ronova paused, keeping the fact that she had gone to work at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to herself.

Although telling him wouldn't really have mattered, Ronova felt that she still hadn't adjusted well to the job. She planned to tell him once she had truly settled in.

Mo Fan didn't suspect anything and soon went to the kitchen to cook.

Meanwhile, Ronova thought back over what had happened that day, wondering when she should reveal that she had gone to work.

Just then, she noticed that her smartphone had suddenly started ringing.

She opened it and saw that a new video in the "A Hundred Lifetimes of Reincarnation" series had been posted.

"Isn't that an insane amount of grinding?!"

Impressed, Ronova immediately looked at the video and saw its title: "Inazuma's Sword Saint: Crossing Time and Space to Save You"!

Something to do with Inazuma?

An expectant look appeared on Ronova's face, and she clicked on it at once.