"Eighth Heavenly General?"
Although somewhat embarrassed, there was indeed a generation gap between Tribios and Huohuo.
This was her first time visiting the world outside of Amphoreus.
Therefore, she had absolutely no understanding of the Luofu's system.
'Heavenly General'—that should refer to a General, right?
Mr. Leon was respectfully addressed by many as General Leon or Heavenly General Leon.
Tribios knew this much.
During the time they first traveled together, there were indeed quite a few people who called him that.
But listening to Huohuo, there seemed to be several Heavenly Generals.
Which number Mr. Leon was, Tribios did not know.
This led to her being unsure if the person Huohuo was referring to was actually him.
Hmm...
If she wasn't sure, it was better not to cause unnecessary trouble for Mr. Leon.
"Right, right! Do you know him?"
Huohuo's voice was rarely this impassioned.
"Apologies, I do not know of any Eighth Heavenly General."
Tribios's words carried a sense of apology.
"I believe you can tell that I am not a local of the Luofu. I actually only have a smattering of knowledge regarding the Heavenly General you speak of."
"Is that so..."
Huohuo was slightly regretful.
She had originally been thinking...
If Tribios knew him, she would definitely kneel and beg her for an introduction.
She had to grasp this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the chance to turn over a new leaf and become the master!
Huohuo had once heard people say that pasting a portrait of the Luofu's General at home could ward off evil.
She had tried it, but it was useless.
Uh, not saying the General was useless, but the portrait was useless.
En, the portrait was useless; it was definitely not because Jing Yuan was a maggot.
Sigh, Tribios was an outworlder.
The possibility of her knowing the Eighth Heavenly General was indeed small. Expecting her to help with an introduction was not very realistic.
The anomaly on her body was likely because she had brushed past him when she wasn't paying attention.
Just the residual aura from contact was enough to awe the tail.
Huohuo thought that if she could get a portrait of him to place in her home, wouldn't she be directly invincible?
Huohuo-huo, a tiny tail, easily handled!
Pity, the beautiful dream of making the tail her servant hadn't lasted long before Huohuo woke up. Wu wu wu.
"What is the matter?"
Seeing her like this, Tribios couldn't bear it.
The girl was born with a face that looked weak.
Paired with her timid temperament and her performance of not daring to speak loudly, it involuntarily made one feel a desire to protect her. Now that she was downcast, she was even more pitiable.
Wu... how about troubling Mr. Leon after all?
Even if he wasn't the Eighth, being a Heavenly General himself, finding a colleague should be a very easy matter, right?
"No... nothing..."
Huohuo let out an 'ah' and shook her head repeatedly.
"I just thought it would be great if Big Sister Tribios knew this Heavenly General."
"I wanted to beg for a portrait of him."
After speaking, Huohuo sighed.
"A portrait? Wouldn't taking a photo directly be fine?"
Tribios didn't understand what was difficult about this.
"The General has issued an order. We absolutely cannot save any electronic information regarding the Heavenly General without reporting it first, nor can we take the liberty of asking a painter to make a portrait."
Jing Yuan: All troops listen to the order, commit suicide and return to heaven!
"How strict."
Strictly forbidding the circulation of any information—this Eighth Heavenly General must be a very incredible figure, right?
"However, the General wouldn't be that unreasonable."
"If you have special circumstances, asking for instructions would likely result in approval."
Huohuo didn't say a word, simply silently taking down the command banner hanging at her waist.
She raised it high above her head.
She surrendered.
"Alright, it might indeed be a bit difficult for you..."
Seeing her like this, Tribios sighed lightly.
"Perhaps I can help you?"
Hesitating for a moment, she finally chose to lend a hand.
"I know one, um... Heavenly General?"
Tribios was somewhat uncertain. "I just don't know if he is the Eighth one you are looking for."
"Eh? What is his surname?"
Huohuo's eyes widened. She didn't even know the Heavenly General.
Tribios, this outworlder, actually knew one?
"His surname is..."
"Leon."
Tribios turned her head and saw her five familiar companions.
"Are you done with work? We were just talking about you."
She greeted him as usual, seemingly unsurprised by his sudden appearance.
"Le... Heavenly General Leon?!"
Unlike Tribios's calmness, Huohuo was so shocked she could hardly maintain her human form.
Her voice subconsciously became much louder.
As a gloomy, autistic, social-phobe, she certainly hadn't gone to join the fun the last time Leon came to the Luofu.
The reason Huohuo recognized Leon was because the Ten-Lords Commission possessed immense authority in certain special matters, such as apprehending those struck by Mara.
No one could stop them.
And to avoid not recognizing Leon and causing a conflict with him—although the probability was small—the Ten-Lords Commission had specially shown his appearance to every serving Judge to prevent such a 'flood washing away the Dragon King's temple' incident.
Leon swept a glance at her; the passing gaze made Tails subconsciously hold its breath.
"Le... Heavenly General Leon..."
Being looked at by him like this, Huohuo was trembling a little.
"Child, say no more. 200 credits for entry, add contact info."
But the words he spoke the next second immediately relaxed her tense heart.
"2000 credits to unlock private videos."
"Okay! I'll pay!"
Huohuo froze for a moment, then took a deep breath and spoke with a determined expression.
Leon was naturally joking with her.
In the end, he let her take a photo of him right there and allowed her to print it out to worship.
"Th... Thank you, Heavenly General Leon!"
Huohuo said with endless gratitude.
"Child, work hard, the days will get sweeter and sweeter."
Leon gave an affirmation, then led Tribios back to the team and departed with the others.
Huohuo, this functional healer, was still very useful.
If it weren't for the planners creating a bunch of special energy bar mechanics that blocked each other just to sell cards, she should have been able to slot into any team.
Sigh, fell off.
"Thank you, Mr. Leon. You are truly kind."
Tribios smiled beautifully; she knew he had heard the conversation between the two.
"No, you are the one who is truly kind."
After lamenting Huohuo's situation, Leon replied thus.
Compared to those exclusive supports and buffers who engaged in a bunch of restrictions and mutual defenses, Tribios was the truly invested general support.
Using a skill provided rare multiplier zones like elemental penetration to eat.
Not disliking any character, treating everyone equally—wasn't this person kind enough?
Now we know who loves old characters the most.
Love you, old Tribios. See you tomorrow.
"Hmm?"
Tribios didn't understand why he said that.
"Although I don't know what it refers to, I will take it as Mr. Leon's praise for now?"
The six of them traveled together, continuing to find the others on the Luofu.
"Master, please accept me as your disciple! I want to learn the alchemy of the new era!"
The group next found Anaxagoras at the Artisanship Commission.
He seemed to have shown off a little skill, giving some pointers with his own knowledge, which led to someone named Gongshu Liang hugging his thigh and begging him to take him as a disciple.
It wasn't until he saw Leon coming that he immediately stood at attention.
He dared not show a single trace of slack!
Leon greeted him, then took the person away.
Next, they went all over the Luofu and very quickly found basically everyone.
Castorice was in the bookstore. Wandi was accompanying reading at the school.
En, it could be said to be very surprising, but Wandi really went to the school to accompany reading.
Maybe he wanted to publish a Xuanfeng dictionary.
Meanwhile, Phainon was distressed over a blind little girl.
With Leon stepping in, this matter was quickly resolved.
Healer Dan Shu came to take the girl away.
As for the three kids who used another's pain to mock others, their parents rolled their eyes back upon hearing that it was an incident mediated personally by Leon.
They collapsed directly to the ground, nearly falling into Mara-Struck.
After waking up, they really whipped their own children to within an inch of their lives.
Relying on the super self-healing ability of the Xianzhou natives, the three kids were whipped into three spinning tops.
This is not a metaphor; it is a statement of fact.
Master Leon was kind-hearted; usually, seeing such a scene, he would stop it somewhat.
But this time, they really had to be whipped, so he didn't stop it.
"Thank you, Big Brother!"
Everything concluded. With the girl's thanks, Phainon returned to the team.
Cipher was found by Leon in the museum.
When Leon brought her back to the team...
He only hoped her small hands were a bit cleaner, and that she remembered to turn off her auto-pickup before entering.
In short, although everyone had a special event...
And to get them back, one had to go through a special event, but ultimately, it was resolved peacefully without any major twists.
The people were just about all gathered.
Only March 7th, Cyrene, and Demiurge remained.
Click.
Just as Leon was preparing to set off to search, the sound of a camera shutter being pressed came from beside his ear.
He looked forward.
Demiurge, March 7th, Cyrene.
Complete Form, Growth Form, Larval Form.
The three, standing side by side in this order of height, stood before them just like that.
Unlike the nine Golden Progeny who lingered in one location.
These three had explored every corner of the Luofu together. In every place they went, they used the camera to leave behind photos proving they had been there.
While Leon was moving, they were also moving.
If he didn't show some real skill, it would be difficult to accurately find the three of them.
So, after finishing touring the Luofu...
They arrived at their final destination. The three actively came to find him.
"Captured a good photo~"
Cyrene held March 7th's camera, the girl looking at him with a beaming smile.
Clearly, she was the one who pressed the shutter just now.
"Are you going to take it to Photoshop some cursed meme images?"
Cursed meme images were a link that had to be tasted; this had even vaguely become the underlying logic of Honkai: Star Rail.
"What is that?"
Cyrene blinked, finding it hard to sync with him.
"Compared to that, since the opportunity is rare, shall we take a group photo together?"
She proposed.
"Photo! With Peach and Partner together!"
Demiurge spoke.
Leon smiled and didn't reply.
He simply waved at the three, the meaning self-evident.
The three looked at each other, then happily returned to the team.
"Returning it to you."
Cyrene returned the camera to its original owner, giving thanks in a soft voice.
"Thank you for being willing to lend me your treasure, Little March."
"Hehe, Leon says everyone is a community of shared destiny. It's only right."
March 7th took it, laughing hehe.
Leon watched the interaction between the two, thinking in his heart that it should be like this.
This was the deep sisterly affection that the Immaculatus should have.
What was the point of fighting and killing?
That golden toilet of 'Fuli'—let him sit on it instead!
"Here."
Just as Leon was thinking of usurping the throne, March 7th handed the camera she had just received to him.
"At such a crucial moment, surely it must be done personally by Leon, right?"
She said so.
Leon made a hand gesture, indicating he understood.
He studied the camera.
After finding the timer function and setting the time, he directly threw it out.
Click!
When the camera flipped under Leon's intentional control and the lens faced them directly...
The timed shutter fell.
After the momentary flash.
A large group photo capturing all twelve people lay quietly within the memory card.
This trip to the Luofu could be considered quite happy.
Also, a serious declaration: during this shoot, no camera suffered substantial harm.
Leon threw it, yes, but he still guaranteed the camera's safety.
After taking photos and settling the dinner issue, he brought the Golden Progeny back to the Astral Express.
The train was parked on the Luofu, not in the galaxy.
Naturally, there was no need to stay in local lodgings on the Luofu; they each had their own rooms on the train.
Astral Express.
Leon discovered that when tired, one could try lying on the bed, then closing the lower and upper eyelids and covering up with a quilt; this way, it would become especially comfortable.
He prepared to personally experiment with this novel discovery.
This wasn't Leon's first experiment, but every time the experiment was halfway through, he would lose consciousness.
When he opened his eyes, it would be a new day.
It was very magical. Some people said sleeping was addictive.
He slept every day, yet didn't see himself getting addicted.
"Not sleeping in the middle of the night."
Just as Leon, sitting on the bed, prepared to lie down and personally experiment, the experiment he was about to conduct was directly interrupted by an unexpected guest.
"What did you run in here for?"
He looked at Cyrene, who had barged in holding Mimmi, wondering what play this was.
What, want to start a round?
"Partner, have you known Little March for a long time?"
Cyrene walked to the bed and sat down gently beside him.
Whether it was the topic raised or the tone, there was a vague hint of jealousy.
"Actually, not that long. A little over two months?"
Leon hadn't checked in detail; he wasn't idle to that extent.
"I looked at Little March's photo album today. She really has accompanied Partner to many places."
Cyrene's voice remained soft, but that sourness became increasingly obvious.
"So what?"
Leon answered subconsciously. "The journeys between us will also slowly increase in the future."
Hearing this, Cyrene lowered her eyelids.
A look of hesitation flashed between her brows.
"This is different. I and Peach are the Partner's first contractors!"
And Mimmi in her arms didn't have that many misgivings.
"So we should also be the first option for that kind of love between men and women for Partner!"
The Hakim-like bold expression directly revealed the purpose of the two coming here at this point.
"You guys are number one."
Leon had an expression of 'Yeah, that's right'.
Cyrene, Demiurge, March 7th, Evernight.
Speaking of objects of affection, these four were tied for first place with him.
The reason these four ranked first was simple: they could all completely be said to be 'Fuli' Himself.
The stats of an Aeon need not be said—greatness, needless to say.
Further down should be 'Herta' and Robin.
Fu Xuan was at the bottom, Feixiao was a level above her.
Hysilens was in the middle, higher than Fu Xuan, lower than Feixiao.
"Partner."
Cyrene rubbed the ring on her ring finger, no longer dwelling on the topic of March 7th.
"I want to..."
After taking a deep breath, she slightly parted her lips.
"Ask you a question."
She spoke up after mentally preparing herself.
"Please, you must answer seriously."
Cyrene looked up, her baby-blue pupils facing him directly.
People say a lover's eyes are the eighth ocean.
Containing the desolate ruins yet retaining the beautiful scenery, boiling with all the passion of the human world.
And Leon, at this moment, took the entire eighth ocean into his view.
"What is the meaning?"
He did not avoid her gaze.
"Do you..."
Cyrene's words paused, her eyes dodging for an instant.
"Like me?"
But from beginning to end, she never moved her gaze half an inch away from the face close at hand.
"I like you."
Leon didn't think twice.
His answer, so direct and honest, conversely made Cyrene choke on her words.
"...Do you like Little March?"
After a while, she asked again.
"I like her."
Leon was very direct about emotions, just like with stats and strength.
Like is like, why dilly-dally?
Damn, regarding strength, who can resist chasing after it?
"Are there others you like besides Little March?"
Cyrene took a deep breath and continued to ask.
"Yes. I also like Little Bird very much."
Isn't Cyrene asking nonsense?
Whether it's Chaos, Apocalyptic Shadow, or Pure Fiction, one needs two teams, eight people.
How can two people be enough? Playing solo run?
Leon felt that only with stats like his could one play a solo run.
"'Herta', who became a main carry, is also very charming."
Stats bring beauty; that is correct.
"Really..."
Cyrene sighed.
She was actually not surprised by this result. After all, his personal charisma was just that great. He would attract all kinds of girls to stay for him, and even give their lives.
She submitted.
"You, currently don't have other marriage partners, right?"
Cyrene asked suspiciously. She was the first, right?
The main wife, right?
"I do."
"?"
Cyrene's heart tightened, her voice carrying some tremors.
"...Who?"
"Her."
Leon pointed to Mimmi held in her arms.
If one insisted, the first person he put a ring on was indeed Demiurge. Cyrene was after her, the second.
"Partner, I like you the most!"
Hearing this answer, Demiurge in Cyrene's arms...
Immediately flew out, transforming into human form and pouncing on him.
"No, I love you the most!"
Demiurge's arms encircled his neck, hugging him tightly. Her soft body pressed closely against him; the stats on her chest, under compression, made both the small head and the rabbit head impossible to underestimate.
"Brother, I like you too."
Feeling the gentle land in his arms, Leon told her not to be so excited.
"So, did you guys come specifically to make me say I like you a few more times?"
He looked at Cyrene.
"No." Cyrene shook her head.
She rose from the bed and walked in front of him.
"We came to complete the things that should be done after marriage."
Warm palms climbed up Leon's left and right cheeks; Cyrene's magnificent face gradually approached his.
After a kiss representing foreplay, Cyrene looked at him with affectionate tenderness.
But she didn't get to look for long.
Leon's face was snatched away from her hands.
Demiurge cupped Leon's face, staring eye-to-eye with him.
Lips moving forward, her movements were quite clean and decisive as she mimicked Cyrene's appearance to deep kiss him.
"Partner, let's 'make' the 'love' things we do!"
After a long while, lips parted. Demiurge, relying on female instinct, spoke this sentence.
What? So you really came to start a round?
Then what is there to say, sisters.
Battle! (Meaningless close-up)
Regarding the forced kisses from the two, Leon actually didn't have much of a reaction.
However...
He turned the tables, pressing Demiurge beneath him while simultaneously grabbing Cyrene's hand.
The bed board let out a soft creak.
Two tender bodies lay together on the bed, shrouded by Leon's shadow.
He hated others forcing or demanding things of him, acting as if their stats were above his.
It made one very annoyed.
Demiurge, facing him directly, wore a happy smile.
Her face carried a flush; she spread her arms open to him.
Her graceful body curves were revealed in full view, completely unmasking her desire to demand from him.
Cyrene on the side, however, was much more reserved.
She didn't do anything; she didn't actively seduce like Demiurge.
But, the gaze that never left him for a moment, the charming and blurry eyes dripping with tenderness, and the intensified breathing that was clearly audible in this silent space.
These surpassed the allure brought by any physical contact.
Pure, cute, yet with a face carrying some charm, looking as if she had a fever. A touch of cinnabar color quietly flew up; the girl's shy appearance was the best stimulant.
The petite body, while arousing a man's desire to protect, also involuntarily made one want to personally destroy her.
The straps of Cyrene's dress had slipped off at some point, exposing skin that was white with a hint of pink.
The current her really looked like a juice-filled peach.
A mature peach that could be picked by anyone.
Leon's hands climbed onto the thighs of the two respectively; smooth and soft was his first physical sensation.
Slowly, slowly marching upwards.
Demiurge had no scruples about his exploration; she even actively held his wrist, guiding him to go towards the place that made her more comfortable.
Cyrene seemed somewhat sensitive; upon being lightly touched, her body would subconsciously contract. Trying not to cry out, her mouth still let out a whimper from time to time.
How should one put it?
Does this count as Moon (fucking) the 'Aeon'?
...
In the process of foreplay, after shedding clothes one by one.
Humanity's most primitive posture was thus revealed.
"Peach... what should I do?" Demiurge asked ignorantly; she was unknown to everything regarding love between men and women.
"Come, I'll teach you."
Cyrene, who was clearly also a first-timer and had only a smattering of knowledge in some places, forcibly pretended to be an old hand for the dignity of the 'older sister', teaching her how to bring joy to a man.
Many people said Leon was a super invincible wheelchair user who could play even with only a dick left.
Then, can one play with only a pussy?
Cyrene had already tried, but this question was better asked of Demiurge.
She was a high-quality AI, and more importantly, she was also fucked.
So, can one play Leon with only a pussy?
Let's see what Demiurge says.
Demiurge evaluated it as—
Don't show off just because you have a little talent, and fun, love to play ♂♀♀♂.
Over six hundred thousand words; I figured it was time for a cc-b (heart-to-heart/chat).
En, rest assured, there is still a big music party later.
Just the stuff written at the end of the synopsis; that plot is about the concluding stage of this book.
The book has actually reached the mid-to-late stage. The author has had writer's block lately, simply outrageous, flipping through Star Rail's text over and over every day, just hoping to dig out something to write.
Writer's block is one thing, but falling seriously ill not long ago made my state slide in a straight line.
According to the original design, Jingliu's plot had superpowers, but my overloaded brain at that time simply couldn't support me writing anything complicated.
Now that my state has recovered a bit, I will work hard to bring everyone some more interesting content.
I don't know how many people have read up to here, but I want to say thank you to those who have.
This is Chapter 182, our third set of 60 chapters.
The author actually has many words, but I'll save them for the completion speech.
I hope everyone can accompany me to that final set of 60 chapters.
Also, Maggot, start turning into a dragon from now on ♂♀♀♂!
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