The earth was evolving.
It was expanding.
World ruins from various dinsions kept appearing, disintegrating, and rging with the earth’s core, causing its area to grow rapidly.
This phenonon was all thanks to the three girls around Xu Xi.
Through cultivation, magic, and martial arts, they had conquered different large worlds and integrated them into the earth, allowing their true forms to enter this realm.
Of course, as these world ruins fused with the earth, they brought extraordinary legacies related to immortality, magic, and martial arts.
What was once a balanced distribution of extraordinary beings quickly shifted. Cultivators, magicians, and martial artists dominated as these systems gained mature resources and advanced materials from the World Market.
A new debate had erged. Among these three popular extraordinary systems, which one reigned supre?
The older, seasoned transcendents rely chuckled at such discussions. True power, they said, depended not on the system but on the individual.
But the younger transcendents? They argued endlessly.
“Do you even understand the value of a One Punch Man? I’ll obliterate all your crispy defenses with one punch!”
Outside the courtyard, under the blazing sun, young warriors practiced their Qi and Blood martial arts. One of them shouted at a group of traveling cultivators and magicians, “Muscles are the only true invincibility!”
His companions, however, were unimpressed.
“How could a re warrior comprehend the secrets of sword wielding and flight?”
“With just one spell, a master can kill you from afar!”
The debates grew louder, blending into the long, hot sumr day. Even the simple act of breathing seed more labored in the oppressive heat.
For Xu Xi, listening to these youthful voices brought a certain liveliness to the air—a breath of vitality called “youth.”
“It’s good to be young. Unlike , who already has everything,” he said with a light tut.
As the distant chatter faded into the breeze, silence enveloped the courtyard.
Xu Xi stretched his hand out of the recliner, catching the sunlight in his palm and feeling its heat.
“It’s so quiet…” he murmured.
In contrast to the sumr’s heat, everything around him seed still. Even the noisiest birds had retreated from the scorching sun.
“Master.”
The silence shattered like a broken mirror.
Krisha approached slowly, each of her steps creating a faint echo on the ground, piercing the sumr stillness.
“Master, would you like sothing to eat?”
Krisha stopped in front of him, holding a plate of freshly baked cookies in both hands.
The golden cookies were still warm, their aroma carrying the comforting scent of baking.
“Krisha, did you make these yourself?” Xu Xi asked, slightly surprised.
“…Yes,” she replied with a small nod, her gray-silver hair cascading over her shoulders like rippling streams of light.
“I thought you might like them, so I made them,” she added, her tone calm and sincere.
“Master, would you like to try one?” she asked again, gently picking up a cookie and offering it to him with precise, delicate movents.
“Thank you, Krisha,” Xu Xi said, sitting up from his recliner and taking the cookie.
He bit into it slowly. The cookie was crispy on the outside, soft and fragrant on the inside, with a perfect texture that wasn’t dry or crumbly.
“It’s delicious, Krisha. Your cooking skills have improved again,” he said, offering her genuine praise.
“Thank you. This is what I should do,” Krisha replied softly, her white dress making her seem even more elegant as she stood quietly beside him.
She only sat down after Xu Xi invited her to join him.
“Krisha, you should eat so too,” he urged.
“…Alright.”
She took one of the cookies she had baked and carefully ate it, her expression neutral, with only her mouth moving.
The sight reminded Xu Xi of a small hamster nibbling on food.
“You seem to be thinking about sothing funny…” Krisha suddenly looked up, her sharp gaze breaking through her usual blank expression.
“No, I just think you’re very cute like this,” Xu Xi replied with a smile, placing his hand on her head and gently stroking her silver hair.
“Is that so…” Krisha murmured, tilting her head slightly before continuing to nibble on the cookie.
She silently agreed with her master. The cookies she made really were delicious.
Looking at the witch’s adorable deanor and the clear blue sky above, Xu Xi chuckled as mories surfaced.
He rembered the ti he found a young witch living on the streets of Ellenson City in the magical world.
Back then, she had been clueless about the world. Her cooking was terrible, and she was utterly helpless.
Xu Xi had seen her as a pitiful little girl who needed protection.
Yet, as ti passed like a fleeting dream, that frail, lost girl transford into a supre god of imnse power.
The thought filled Xu Xi with a sense of disbelief, as if it were all a dream.
“Master?” Krisha’s voice broke his reverie. She looked at him with mild confusion. “What are you thinking about?”
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about ,” Xu Xi replied.
The sumr sun continued to blaze, its rays distorting the air with heat.
Sitting in the shaded corner, Xu Xi kept stroking Krisha’s head. “I was just reminiscing about our ti in Ellenson City.”
It was a distant mory they shared.
Krisha didn’t quite understand why Xu Xi was suddenly reflecting on the past, but she could tell he was in a good mood.
“What were you thinking about, exactly?” she asked.
“Oh, lots of things. Like the ti you ssed up water magic and destroyed the courtyard flowers.”
“Or when you caused a kitchen explosion during your first attempt at cooking.”
“And that ti in Apoko City when you tried to feed poisonous seafood.”
Xu Xi recounted these monts with a gentle expression, his voice filled with nostalgia.
“Do you hate for that?” Krisha asked, her face blank.
“Not at all. I just think you were very cute back then. I miss that version of you,” Xu Xi said warmly.
“Cute?” Krisha tilted her head, doubtful.
But if her master thought so, then it must be fine…
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