**Danger Assessment:** Reset to zero. Cognitive traps have been transformed into harmless Chaos Art pulp.**
The Poison Tongue System's announcement, with a calm, "As expected" and a mocking, "Incorrigible" tone, rang out on time. This time, its voice seemed to explode directly in the hearts of all the "scholars" in the four countries who participated in compiling these "ancient child-rearing books":
**[It has been detected that the Shikoku 'Ancient Book Research Association' (a disguised version) has once again illegally overloaded His Highness Zero's oral secretion function! ]**
**【Execution method:** Deploy a high-risk mind-inducing trap disguised as an 'ancient book on parenting'!**】**
**[According to the penalty clauses and supplementary regulations for the 'Drool Scripture Proofreader' (regarding the act of changing one's skin):** All 'Ancient Book Researchers' who participated in the compilation, transcription, and knew the nature of the trap will be punished immediately - **one hundred and fifty years as a 'Drool Chaos Ancient Book Proofreader'! 】**
**【Penalty upgrade details:】**
1. **Scene Upgrade:** A new version of the Eternal Immersion scene, "Ancient Parenting Books Flooded with Saliva," has been added (a mixture of saliva and ink, a chaotic abstract style).**
2. **Difficulty Upgrade:** You must proofread both the sloppy version of the "Scripture of Faith" and the sloppy version of the "Ancient Book of Parenting" and find any "common ideas" between the two under the chaotic sloppy annotations (which do not exist).**
3. **Title Upgrade:** Obtain the title of "Chaos Paper Muddy" (Soul Bound, Reincarnation Visible, Comes with a drool-stained virtual apron).**
**[Effective immediately! Covering all heavens! Tracing cause and effect! Enforced!]**
**[Attachment: New list of candidates for 'chaos paper paste': all members of the Imperial Academy of Ancient Books of the four countries (including presidents, editors, and copyists).]**
One hundred and fifty years!
Proofreading two kinds of ancient books!
Find commonalities that don't exist?
Chaos and paper mess?
A drool-stained apron?!
Across the Imperial Academy of Ancient Books in Shikoku, a wave of wailing erupted! Veteran academicians gazed at their treasured collections of rare ancient books, then at the pen they held that threatened to bring on endless nightmares. Their vision darkened, and they fainted. Those who remained conscious quickly burned all the manuscripts and notes they had contributed to compiling the "Ancient Book of Childcare." Then, rushing to the deepest recesses of the library, they trembled as they clutched the genuine ancient books and vowed never to touch the word "childcare" again.
In the backyard of the General's Mansion, Lingbao's slobbering display finally came to an end. Four boxes of "ancient parenting books" had been reduced to wet, limp piles of paper pulp, a mixture of ink and saliva. Lingbao burped contentedly, her milky scent still etched on her chin. She leaned back and comfortably collapsed onto the newly arrived pile of Gu Moss paper pulp, now exceptionally soft and fluffy from the morning dew and saliva, rubbing her face against it, seemingly deciding that this "new toy" would make a nice cushion.
Xiao Jue had walked over at some point, bent down, and casually picked up a piece of paper from the pile of Xiling's "Starry Sky Saliva Pulp." The paper had long since lost its original shape, the ink stained by saliva into a chaotic nebula of deep blue, nearly black. Where the saliva had dried, it was slightly hard and shiny, forming a strange texture. He held the weathered paper up to the setting sun. The residual light penetrated the saliva-soaked fibers, casting a blurred, flowing light and shadow on the paper, evoking a hazy mood of the beginnings of chaos.
He looked down at his daughter, who was enjoying herself on the pile of pulp, her mouth slightly open, as if preparing another round of saliva attack. Lingbao felt his father's gaze and turned his head, giving him a toothless, pure smile. A new strand of saliva slid down the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the chaotic pulp below, making a slight "splat".
Xiao Jue gently placed the saliva-soaked scrap of paper next to Lingbao, as if placing a priceless work of art from chaos. His broad palm, with its calloused fingertips, gently brushed across his daughter's soft hair, smoothing down the restless strands.
The deep voice sounded exceptionally clear and calm in the evening breeze, with a hint of understanding that came from seeing through the world:
"In the name of love, even a knife can be coated with honey."
"Under the hand of care, even the holy things are in chains."
"This world..."
He leaned forward slightly, and with his fingertips very gently wiped away the drop of water that was about to fall from the corner of Lingbao's mouth, which was reflected in the golden light of the setting sun. His movements were as gentle as brushing away the dust on a priceless treasure.
“…Even if I write thousands of volumes of sincere heart, ‘for your own good,’”
He stood up, his eyes sweeping over the piles of wreckage of "ancient parenting books" that had completely lost their allegorical power and had become toys and cushions for his daughter to drool over, and finally his eyes fell back into his daughter's clear and innocent eyes that reflected the sunset.
"I can't defeat him in the end, my son..."
Lingbao seemed to understand, but also seemed to be responding instinctively. He opened his little mouth and a string of crystal saliva bubbles popped out, reflecting a colorful halo under the golden sunset.
“…this ignorant yet pure breath.”
The subtle sound of the bubble bursting was like the clearest mockery of all hypocritical calculations.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com