Chapter 202: Leaving without Saying Goodbye “Everything I have depends on you…

Chaomu certainly didn't know that someone had cultivated a new type of cursed spirit tracking device specifically for her stocker. As a result, she was so shocked by the muscular man in maid clothes because of the shared vision that she dared not open her eyes.

But even if she knew, she wouldn't really care too much - such as the gazes from countless parallel worlds, the grudges of someone, and the special attention. She has so many related buffs, and Stockado has no more than one and no less.

In addition, with the cramming style of feeding, she made rapid progress in improving Shen'er's favorability, and their intimacy was maxed out; the "Not Completely Corrupted Curse Spirit Operator" mission had been progressing slowly before, but today, for some reason, it made rapid progress... The previous dungeon was about to end, and if anyone wanted to be Stokka, let him be it, anyway, he wouldn't be able to follow her many times.

On the way back, she placed an order for a hollow maid skirt. At this moment, Chaomu's attention was all on Shen'er: Wow.

"What do you want to hear me say?" Jin'er noticed her gaze, his lips curled up slightly. As he opened the door, his tall frame almost completely blocked the doorframe (luckily, Jotaro's building was designed so he'd paid attention to the height and width when it was renovated). As he leaned forward slightly, his bulging muscles became even more prominent. "Welcome back, my... master. Do you want to eat first, take a shower first, or eat me first?"

This guy is really...flexible.

Even though she was already familiar with him, every time she saw him like this, Chaomu couldn't help but sigh inwardly: I've never seen her control the master-pet contract, and she can still eat so well while fighting with him! Before, when she "lost her memory" and the pet contract was weak, that guy had really been cutting corners...

And when he needed her help, he had already put on her newly bought, hollowed-out maid outfit without her telling him to. The large expanse of black lace clung tightly to his explosively muscular body, clearly outlining the lines of his chest and waist. The white fabric was cleverly hollowed out in strategic areas with a highly 2D design, leaving holes in his chest, flanks, and even worse, from which his tangled muscles bulged.

The powerful, pitch-black snake tail covered with fine scales stretched out from the hollow space deliberately left behind it, and swung restlessly in the air, just like the thoughts of the tail's owner.

So why did he act like she was wearing a maid outfit when he saw her later? Wasn't he enjoying the charm he exuded to seduce others? He should pay her for the emotional value she provided.

Chaomu's eyes followed his swaying tail, and as her mind wandered, she couldn't help but feel indignant. She raised her head, coldly grasped the snake's tail, and as he suddenly tensed, she expertly approached him and asked, "What are you washing and what are you eating? Have you been home all day, digging through the trash? Where's my special item? Where's the reward from the favorability quest? If there's nothing there, what's there to eat?"

Shen Er: “…………”

The corners of his lips twitched slightly. He really wanted to ask this guy who was acting out at will if he had recently watched some housewife being verbally abused by her husband, so that he could use it on him so skillfully...

...But considering that his life was indeed saved by this brat, and his ability to transform into a snake is sometimes quite useful to him in battle... Coupled with the restrictions of the master-servant contract, he could only keep smiling: "Of course I have completed those tasks. Now it's time to relax. You should also have a good rest, my dear... hm?"

As they talked, a strange surge of magical energy seemed to emanate from the doorway. Shi'er's eyes narrowed, and almost reflexively, he pulled Chaomu behind him. He unsheathed his magical tool and pierced through two particularly fragile, seemingly unconventional, heads.

The two strange little flies didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were turned into dust and dissipated under the sharp blade of the cursed weapon, leaving behind only a trace of cursed power so weak that it was almost negligible.

Everything happened so fast that morning and evening only had time to blink.

She was completely shielded by his broad, strong back. All she could see was the outline of his taut back muscles. Through the thin layer of black lace, the lines of his muscles were like dormant mountains. Only when he stopped moving and pulled his hand away did she poke half of her head out from under his arm. "Are there any more bugs? I thought I vacuumed them all up."

"It's a little different this time." Shen Er let her pull at his arm, and said thoughtfully, "But it's not hard to guess the source..."

Geto Summer Oil.

Although he had quite a few enemies, this name popped into Shi'er's mind almost immediately. The feud he had with the Curse Spirit Manipulator and the Six-Eyed Man during the Astral Plasma Incident was still hot, so it wasn't surprising that this seemingly paranoid kid would do something like this.

But there was no need to tell her about this. He twitched the corner of his lips and continued the topic quite naturally: "Did you go to clean up the curse again today?"

If you want to please others, you need to maintain a sense of mystery... and take the initiative. He doesn't want to be criticized by this brat, so he can just go back and solve the problem himself.

This matter was indeed not a big deal. Chaomu did not really notice the little calculation in his mind. He casually touched him and said: "Yeah... I guess it's a fish that is so weak that the conversion rate is too low to be detected."

This makes it easy for Shen Er to pass the buck.

To distract her, he even shifted into the form of a snake's tail with remarkable naturalness. His once human legs stretched and lengthened in an instant, merging together into a single, immensely thick, black snake tail. It was significantly larger than the usual tail tucked behind the tailbone, stretching out for several meters. As it surrounded her, it felt like an icy nest.

"Next time you have trouble, please tell me in advance so I can share your worries." After becoming a cold-blooded animal, he always seemed to be a little greedy for warmth. His strong arms were wrapped around her, and his snake tail embraced half of her body. He let her slowly lie on his chest, and he rested his chin on the top of her head. "After all, with your ability, I'm afraid I will need to be carefully prepared for the level of danger you may cause..."

The snake's tail had indeed completely diverted Chaomu's attention. The maid's short skirt still hung from the upper half of the snake's tail. She sat on the lace fabric, her back resting against his slightly cold, strong chest. Her eyes fell on his shiny black scales, and she replied casually, "Is everything okay? I don't think I've gotten into any trouble here—and even if I have, it won't bother you after I'm gone."

Judging from the progress, her tasks seem to be almost completed, and the dungeon has entered the settlement stage. The dungeon should be closed after the settlement. It is hard to say when she disappeared in the past two days.

After she left, Shen'er should be able to live freely for a few more years—judging from the timeline of her starting the game. He should be quite happy, since he wouldn't have to hand over his wallet... When she returned, she would definitely ask the future Shen'er for all the missing income.

She usually says a lot of weird things, so I didn't take it seriously when she mentioned it so casually. I just thought she was role-playing again.

"Don't be so formal. Your trouble is of course my trouble..." His strong arms pulled her deeper into his embrace, and the huge snake tail covered with cold scales also tightened, completely wrapping her in his territory. He spoke sweet words to coax her, "Didn't I promise? Of course you can rely on and drive me as much as you want. After all, my life belongs to you, you..."

This little devil who had dragged him into a strange contract...had completely changed his future...

"...Everything I have depends on you," he finally whispered softly, "Mu-chan."

Chaomu's energy bar was almost empty, and with nothing to do and too lazy to replenish, she felt extremely sleepy. She only mumbled a "hmm" at the words, pretending to hear them. She had long been immune to such cheesy love talk. After all, when Shen'er was in business, he would say anything... Believing the cowherd's lies would be a big loss, but his favorability rating was high, so she could believe it.

She fell asleep.

The room suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of even breathing to be heard. He lowered his head to the top of her hair, brushing his fingertips across her jaw and touching her warm cheek.

Addictive temperature.

He wrapped her in coils and coils, wrapping her tightly around him. It should have been easy for a python to prey on a raccoon, but their predator-prey relationship wasn't like that.

...If she really disappears suddenly...it will be very troublesome.

Before falling into dreamland with her, Shen Er thought vaguely.

After all, he still hadn't figured out how to break the shackles of the contract...

The thought faded with the fiery dream and only returned to my mind when I opened my eyes again.

The girl who was supposed to urge him to get up early in the morning and complete his daily tasks was gone... When Shen Er woke up, his tail only caught a ball of cold air.

Maybe he got up early to go through the trash can.

The man completely transformed into a snake, turned over lazily, and thought boredly.

That kid always has so much energy... he could have gone anywhere.

It wasn't until she disappeared for who knows how many days that the landlord next door, who looked difficult to deal with, came to continue the renovations and asked him to move out of her house... Only then did Shen Er realize that Chao Mu seemed to be gone forever.

...What is this?

Suddenly appearing and disappearing without any warning... Does that little devil know...

——Chao Mu really doesn’t know.

"……What did you say?"

After returning to the Vongola headquarters in the current timeline, she didn't even have time to see what rewards she had calculated from her past copy before she showed a somewhat confused expression in the series of shocks.

"What do you mean a world war broke out while I was gone for over a month? Did some art student fail the exam?"

"And what did you just say, Yusi-kun? Senior Brother... was..."

The silver-haired guardian in a pitch-black suit steadied the girl who had returned from the pink smoke, with the corners of his lips curled down almost imperceptibly.

"...The Tenth Generation has indeed..." He had to repeat this fact countless times before he could retell it without causing her too much emotional burden. But even so, his voice trembled slightly. "Please... accept my condolences."

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The author has something to say: Although it is hell, the mourning clothes 590 have a very mysterious flavor (wipe mouth)

We're about to enter the final main storyline—still a chaotic, private version of the timeline, with the details of 270's fake death completely unexplained. R had already planned it out when 270 went to negotiate with Byakuran, almost before Kogure entered the past.

I'm almost done, stuck in a writer's block. (I've been feeling anxious again these past few days.) I couldn't sleep last night, so I decided to just stay up until nightfall and work out before going to bed. I'll adjust my sleep schedule and update after waking up.

I think I'll be able to calm down a lot when the extra chapters are the only ones left... Wish me luck. I'll let everyone know once I've adjusted my schedule. I hope the newly adopted kitten will be more cooperative.