Chapter 655: I Am the Beheaded King of Jinling! Who Dares Kill Me?!

Su Mou merely invited the elders for a meal; it’s nothing serious, and the group members aren’t the type to ruin the atmosphere just for gossip.

Outside the teleportation gate that lit up on Water Mirror Peak.

“Hey, you didn’t even invite me? Isn’t that a bit unfair?” Meng Qi knocked on the air wall and said:

“I watched you grow up; in a way, we’re practically family.”

That tone of an uncle—you’re clearly taking advantage.

“That’s completely wrong!” Hiyori clenched her fist and shook her head in frustration: “It’s supposed to be a three-person game, yet my name isn’t included! Star Bao , you tell me—what are you doing?”

Star opened a teleportation gate with a cross-realm talisman.

Star tapped his chin with his index finger, then said: “Go call Mom, Auntie, Uncle Dian, and… my wife? Tell them Qiong is treating everyone.”

Did Su Lin ever apply to join the Star Core Hunters family?

“We only gift Brain Gold. Who is Mr. Su Lin?” Xiao Yan patted the air wall and smiled warmly: “The Alchemy Alliance’s takeout has arrived for your elders—please at least sign for it?”

“He’s already far away. I even suggested letting Emiya be his personal chef.” Ye Fan deleted the text conversation with Emiya Shirou in the group chat.

They weren’t truly eager to join the commotion or cause trouble.

Mainly because last time they saw this guy acting like a well-behaved boy in front of his parents, it felt oddly amusing.

But never mind—speaking of family…

Ye Fan thought for a moment and said: “Once I’m fully healed, I should probably return to Earth.”

His parents are still on Earth, and his former girlfriend is still helping take care of them.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan fell silent. The girl was genuinely kind—if he hadn’t chosen another path, as an ordinary person, he likely would have married her.

Yet it’s already been three years since he left Earth.

“Perhaps it’s just fate that wasn’t meant to be,” Ye Fan smiled lightly—but his voice abruptly stopped.

“I’ve got wine.” Meng Qi pushed a flask of wine and a small dish of peanuts onto the table before Ye Fan: “Tell me your story.”

Ye Fan: “.”

This guy must’ve been assimilated after living with Su Lin for over a decade.

“Go back to your true world.”

Su Lin thought this French restaurant should pay him advertising fees.

Because no matter which world he’s in, he always visits this Michelin three-star restaurant.

“Sir,” the restaurant manager greeted Su Lin.

Su Lin then remembered—the shareholders who secretly opened the place had left the restaurant’s management rights to him.

Then forget the advertising fee…

“Charge tonight’s meal to Mr. d’Artagnan’s dividends,” Su Lin reminded.

That was Kleen’s identity for legally applying for the restaurant’s branch franchise. Hard to imagine how long this guy had plotted to help him arrange a blind date—even going abroad to complete official procedures.

But the blind date was useful.

Su Lin watched the mischievous witch, dancing as she hummed, a satisfied smile on her lips, staring at the photo in her hand.

“Delete it.”

“A bag of gold coins.”

She held up her phone.

Su Lin paid suspiciously; the woman genuinely deleted and cleaned everything.

“Why not just use magic to reconstruct the memory?” She tilted her head, tossing the coin bag in her hand while fixing Su Lin with a smug grin: “Or are you jealous of yourself?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Su Lin said flatly.

“What?”

“That money was a historical projection.”

As the coin bag fell from midair, it vanished completely—and at the same moment, Su Lin pushed open the private room’s door.

Irena, her eyes vacant, hadn’t yet spoken when she saw her parents huddled together, reviewing something inside the room.

Logically, they hadn’t been gone long.

Due to differences in worldviews, they shouldn’t have anything to jointly investigate.

Victoire smiled: “Back so soon?”

“What are you doing?” Irena asked.

Irena’s father rested his forehead on his hand, expression grim; Su’s father stared intently at his phone, even pulled out paper and pen from somewhere.

“Since Mr. Su Lin once said he heard your story long ago and once admired you during his adolescence—but he’s a few years older than you—”

Victoire propped her cheek, helplessly saying: “I mentioned it, and they immediately started calculating your travel time and potential child’s age.”

“You left alone at age fourteen, right?”

Victoire smiled faintly.

“Son…” Su’s father looked up, stunned: “You didn’t commit any crimes, did you?”

Are you my real father?!

“Oh, admiration, huh?” Irena’s gaze flickered teasingly, then sent a message:

“You’re really not honest at all—so was it my maid outfit that helped you recover your lost humanity?”

“No,” Su Lin thought, then replied: “It was Lu Mingfei’s doing.”

“?”

A string of question marks came back.

As if hit by a silence spell, by the end of the family dinner, Su Lin’s chat screen was flooded with question marks.

Irena’s private library.

This was a prop building from past film shoots; countless magical tomes were neatly categorized, the architecture styled in Western fashion, the dome made of colorful stained glass, the floor laid with spotless porcelain tiles.

But unlike before, there were now many more plants and clearly demarcated private zones.

Dozens of Irenas were either cleaning, traveling to other worlds on vacation, or studying magic.

“Heaven,” Irena’s father sighed.

To be fair—it truly was.

Su Lin nodded beside him.

“So that’s how it is—I see, we misunderstood,” Victoire smiled: “It’s a time-space magic.”

No one had explained yet, but this well-traveled witch already understood perfectly.

Irena’s coat slipped to her arms; she sighed helplessly: “Mom, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Their arrival clearly drew the attention of the Irenas, each absorbed in their own tasks.

“Mom?!”

“Dad…”

“How are you here?!”

“Are these the parents of Great Demon King Irena?”

Voices came one after another; hearing the title “Great Demon King,” Irena avoided her mother’s questioning gaze.

“Mom!” The dim-witted, childlike Irena didn’t care about anything else—she launched herself into Victoire’s arms.

“No matter which world’s Irena, you’re all my children,” Victoire gently stroked the foolish Irena’s head: “Good daughter~.”

Seeing the maternal radiance on her face and her familiar appearance, some Irenas dropped what they were doing and rushed toward their parents, chattering about their travels.

Of course, mostly complaints.

Like insufficient salary, not enough vacation time, and so on.

Fortunately, unlike when they were first sent to the Cover Heaven Corporation’s factory, all the Irenas had now chosen to stay voluntarily.

“Perhaps you two could speak privately with these few first,” Su Lin said to Irena’s parents.

These were the Irenas who suffered psychological trauma, feared the outside world, or had turned into zombies or gelatinous forms; as a professional psychologist, Su Lin knew parental presence and comfort were most effective now.

Victoire nodded.

A street bar in Jinling.

Huai Shi changed back into his original clothes in the bathroom stall, glanced at the book signed by the Fool, and wondered if he could someday use it as a brick to smash Fool Alistair of the Golden Dawn.

Never mind—we’re still strangers. We’ll see after we get to know each other.

Huai Shi turned his head toward the crow that had been perched on his shoulder since earlier.

“I’m about to take off my pants.”

“I know exactly what fantasies you’ve had.”

No—I just can’t pee when someone’s watching me.

“Oh.”

The crow rubbed its beak with its massive wing, then glanced at Huai Shi’s lower body with crimson eyes—a perfect female hooligan.

“I thought you were going to become the heroine—after all, abilities like Error and Deception are common in hypnosis.” She clucked in amazement:

“This is a new path too—have you considered it?”

“We’re sisters—I can even hook you up with more matches.”

She burst into loud, cackling laughter.

The world is cold: when you’re forced to abandon certain "dignity" in a dungeon, the only teammate on your boat is a cruel woman who kicks you while you’re down.

“Honestly, you guys—especially that Joker’s image—are so good-looking. If that guy weren’t so OP, I’d have hooked you two up for sure~~~”

The crow asked: “What’s it like being charmed by a man in a wheelchair?”

She was referring to Su Lin’s earlier madness while seated in his wheelchair, using the Ola dreamworld to alter reality—the moment Huai Shi had been stunned.

Because Huai Shi had also become Huai Zhi, those memories had not been erased by the other party.

“Let me be clear—I’m not charmed,” Huai Shi brushed away the other’s wings, wiped sweat, and said: “I just get a déjà vu seeing my superior.”

What the hell.

She shares the same chaotic charm as Tong Ji, sits in a wheelchair like Ai Qing, and goes mad like Luo Xian.

Add to that the involuntary, baseless associations, and Huai Shi found the whole scene deeply unsettling.

“I thought you’d fallen into the toilet,” Liu Dongli said, watching Huai Shi return from the bathroom, a flicker of confusion in his eyes: “You’ve only just been discharged—how are you looking more energetic than ever?”

“Don’t you feel refreshed after you pee?” Huai Shi evaded.

The truth was, removing makeup and changing clothes took some time.

“Makes sense.”

Hearing this, Liu Dongli pushed a mixed cocktail to the seat Huai Shi had previously occupied and enthusiastically invited him to taste his craftsmanship.

Under normal circumstances, as a professional male host, Liu Dongli could satisfy any “princess’s” demands.

Top-tier mixology was an essential survival skill.

Yet after glancing at the cocktail, Huai Shi fell silent for several seconds, then pulled out a lighter and placed it near the glass.

Click.

A blazing blue-green flame added an eerie glow to the dim room.

Liu Dongli opened his mouth and said: “How did you know this is a signature life-water from the Russian Federation lineage?”

“A legendary male host told me to always check if a drink is flammable before drinking,” Huai Shi disdainfully poured out the strongly alcoholic combustible substance and stamped it out.

“I brought you here to drink.”

“Minors can’t drink.”

“You’re smoking, chopping heads, and doing explosives—what’s the point of that excuse?”

“Makes sense.”

Huai Shi nodded and ordered a glass of orange juice.

Liu Dongli observed Huai Shi for a while, sensing an inexplicable oddness; after a pause, he raised an eyebrow and said: “I previously recommended Shambhala to you—”

“Sounds good,” Huai Shi nodded.

“Huh?” Liu Dongli blinked, then beamed:

“Good taste! It’s got the world’s best hot springs and the world’s best spa, ranked the top wellness destination for three years straight. I’ll arrange a guide—don’t worry, it’s my acquaintance, no overpriced bus tours or tourist scams!”

To be honest, Huai Shi was somewhat moved.

If only Liu’s acting weren’t so terrible and his own intelligence weren’t so high, he might’ve actually packed his bags and gone on the trip.

“I’ve got a premium customized travel ticket here~,” Liu Dongli smiled mysteriously.

“One isn’t enough,” Huai Shi said calmly: “Get one ready for Ai Qing too.”

He downed the orange juice and said: “We’ll leave after I go to the Yin family and chop off her great-grandfather’s head.”

Liu Dongli’s smile froze.

Huai Shi slammed the cup on the table, lifted his chin in disdain, and said: “Don’t underestimate my intel network.”

“.” Liu Dongli’s face twitched several times, then sighed: “I don’t know where you got your intel, but the smart move is to avoid confrontation—the Yin family’s target is you.”

“I know,” Huai Shi nodded: “But who do you think I am?”

“Wait, you’re not seriously confusing reality with being a prince, are you?!” Liu Dongli blurted out.

“Maybe,” Huai Shi pointed at himself.

“I’m going to the Yin family, and in front of every fan watching on TV, I’ll chop off the Yin family’s great-grandfather’s head myself!”

Liu Dongli thought Huai Shi had gone insane—either that or his brain had short-circuited. What the hell was a second-rank Transcender talking about?!

Did he have a middle-schooler’s delusion?!

This is reality!

“You’ll die.”

“I am the Decapitation King of Jinling! Who dares kill me?!”

Huai Shi slammed his fist on the table and leapt up, glaring; in Liu Dongli’s stunned expression, he drew forth boundless radiant light from a realm that seemed illusory, wrapping himself in it.

Wings forged from blazing fire, shaped by auroras, he resembled a sun, tearing through layers of barriers, shattering all material boundaries in an instant.

In the turmoil of the Jinling Realm’s sky, he reached the zenith of brilliance!

The Jinling Realm’s Social Security Bureau probably already issued an unknown alert—but it didn’t matter. If cultivation isn’t for showing off, it’s meaningless!

First, it would reassure Liu that he shouldn’t get involved; second, it would let him storm directly into the Yin family’s banquet hall.

To snatch the head from Ai Qing in a flashy way.

After all, he was going to be a wanted criminal anyway, right?

“Young man, bold idea,” came an encouraging voice from the Book of Fate: “But, sister I still need to warn you—”

Warn him that this illusory story power couldn’t be sustained?

I’m not relying on it—I’m just traveling.

“The Yin family’s great-grandfather’s birthday is tomorrow.”

“.”

Moments later.

Exhausted and drained, Huai Shi curled up inside a comic book, hiding from the citywide manhunt.