"My Lord, if you increase the Magic Power Oscillation Frequency of this segment by another ten percent, could it produce a multiple armor-piercing effect?"
Lin Qingyue had approached again without anyone noticing.
She held a piece of unwrapped chocolate in her hand, looking like she was feeding a snack to a programmer working overtime.
White Tiger instinctively wanted to snap, "Don't ask me such elementary questions."
But meeting Lin Qingyue's eager-to-learn eyes, which were actually clear and filled with the words "cost-performance ratio," the words He was about to say took a sharp turn.
"Ten percent? Such a garbage increment would only be canceled out by air resistance."
"If you're going to increase it, make it thirty percent. Use the Resonance Principle to directly shatter the opponent's armor structure, understand? You fool!"
"Take your black square away, this God does not eat such cloyingly sweet, inferior products!"
White Tiger turned his head away with a huff, but his small nose twitched uncontrollably.
The rich cocoa aroma was drifting precisely into His nostrils.
Lin Qingyue knew exactly what was happening.
This bristling "Big Cat" was already on the verge of being tamed.
In another corner of the Temple, Xia Lian's hurried footsteps were accompanied by heavy breathing.
She was frantically practicing the "Zero-Dead-Angle Bow-Fighting Stride" that White Tiger had just demonstrated.
The high-intensity exercise made sweat soak her bangs, and the tight-fitting leather armor sharply outlined her breathtakingly undulating curves.
White Tiger's gaze swept over, and his eyelid uncontrollably twitched.
"How many times have I told you, control your center of gravity! If those long legs of yours are useless for anything other than walking, you might as well donate them to the cafeteria to make soup!"
"Core power! Feel the ground's recoil! Are you a piece of wood?!"
He scolded energetically, yet completely failed to notice that he had already jumped down from his throne seven times.
Each time, it was to rush over and personally adjust the postures of these "fools."
The so-called [Seven Sins · Envy], at this moment, was more like an extremely responsible yet temperamental technical director who could explode at any moment, frantically reviewing code riddled with bugs.
Time flew by in this high-intensity "insult-based" teaching.
The oppressive layer of gray clouds above the Temple, which had been there for ten thousand years, had somehow revealed a crack.
That was the law, long shrouded in negative emotions, finally loosening.
Lin Qingyue glanced at the Attribute Panel.
The "Punishment of Envy" debuff that had been hanging over the entire team's heads had already dropped to a negligible level.
This was hardly suffering.
This was clearly like using a triple-experience potion and frantically grinding for class proficiency here.
Two hours of high-intensity output had instantly maxed out the load on White Tiger, an ancient program that had long been in "standby" mode.
He not only had to think of the most vicious language to scold them, but also had to simultaneously devise the most perfect solutions to fix these moving BUGs before him.
This dual drain of mental and physical energy caused a faint blush to bloom on his small, frost-cold face.
The shadows accumulated in the depths of his soul were being forcibly refreshed by this extreme level of activity.
Inside the Great Hall, the Geng-Metal currents, which had once been as sharp as knives, had somehow become gentle and orderly.
White Tiger's small frame leaned against the armrest of the throne, his chest heaving violently, and even his silver twin-tails had lost their luster, appearing somewhat disheveled.
He felt that the total number of words he had spoken in his entire life, no, since his birth, was not as many as those spoken in these past two hours.
He watched as Lin Xiyue executed a textbook-perfect [Golden Parry], sending a clear golden ripple through the air.
He also watched Su Wan's ice-blue greatsword, its internal structure as exquisite as a painting, carve a perfect arc in the air.
The "OCD" that had been suppressed in his heart for ten thousand years was actually receiving an unprecedentedly immense soothing.
This feeling was like a top-tier cleaning master facing a room piled with trash and reeking of stench.
After he personally took action, scrubbing every floorboard until it reflected light, and returning every object to its proper place...
It was refreshing.
A shiver of Order and perfection originating from the depths of his soul.
Even though he was exhausted to the point of collapse, this extreme sense of satisfaction almost made him moan aloud.
Just then, the mission panels of Lin Qingyue and the others suddenly trembled.
[Trial of the Heavenly Gods Mission Progress Updated.]
[Current Phase: Three.]
[Mission Goal: Satisfy the inner desires of Celestial God: White Tiger.]
[Mission Hint: He craves ultimate venting and satisfaction; please be sure to let Him enjoy Himself to His heart's content.]
[Mission Completion: 50%.]
Lin Qingyue stroked her chin, the amusement in her eyes growing more playful.
The last two hours of "sharp-tongued guidance" had merely cleared out the opponent's long-accumulated desire to teach and express.
This was just the surface.
The System Notification's "craving for ultimate venting" was obviously more than just this.
White Tiger's current state was like a patient who had just undergone a major operation; the lesion had been removed, but he had also fallen into extreme emptiness and sensitivity because of it.
The so-called Envy was essentially a compensatory attack when one's self-worth was not recognized.
And now, their "recognition" made Him feel satisfied, but it also made Him feel... lost.
"We're already at fifty percent?"
Lin Xiyue leaned over, panting heavily. She had stowed her shield on her back, and sweat trickled down her firm jawline.
This kind of high-intensity training was more exhausting than fighting monsters all day.
"Sis, for the remaining fifty percent, we aren't really going to have to fight Him, are we?"
Su Wan wiped the sweat from her forehead, her eyes fixed on the throne with a complicated expression.
"I think... His current state doesn't look like He wants to fight, but rather like He's... waiting for something."
Indeed.
The White Tiger Loli on the throne had lost her previous arrogance and tyranny.
He slumped in the oversized throne, his small body sinking into it, looking like a cat curled up in a giant chair.
The bone-chilling killing intent in His gaze as He looked at the four of them had completely vanished.
In its place was an inquiry mixed with exhaustion, satisfaction, and a deeper level of confusion.
"Do you..."
White Tiger's voice was much softer, no longer sharp, but instead carried a softness unique to a loli, even though He was still trying to put on a majestic tone.
"Do you always get along with others like this when you're out?"
Lin Qingyue was slightly stunned for a moment, then quickly realized.
This "Firewall" who had been trapped in His emotions for ten thousand years simply didn't have a "normal social interaction" module in His cognitive system.
In His logic: pointing out flaws = provocation = being hated; being hated = loneliness; loneliness = seeking a sense of existence through more fierce attacks.
This vicious cycle was smashed to pieces by their "shamelessly begging for guidance" rogue behavior.
"People outside don't have a professional level of guidance like yours."
Lin Qingyue stepped forward, her tone as casual as if she were chatting with a child from next door who was throwing a tantrum.
"They usually only say 'you're great' or 'you're too weak,' but few can tell us exactly which millimeter of the Magic Circuit is broken."
"Hmph!"
White Tiger snorted coldly and turned His head away unnaturally, but the tips of His ears secretly turned red.
"That's because they are all mediocre mortals who lack the aesthetic sense of a god!"
"That's why we need you."
Lin Qingyue's skill in playing along was already at the maximum level.
"It's not just us who need you, but even the World Heart, which is about to have a problem, probably needs an Administrator like you who can accurately capture flaws and reshape Order."
At the mention of the "World Heart," White Tiger's expression finally turned serious.
His original mission was to be one of the wardens of this land, responsible for guarding the Shadow of the Ancient God.
But over the long ages, the aging of the program and the erosion of negative emotions had long since made Him forget His original purity, leaving only the instinctive torment of emotions.
"That old thing's heart?"
A flash of anger and disgust crossed White Tiger's eyes.
"He's no pushover! Isn't it all thanks to Him that I, this Celestial God, have turned into this wretched state?"
His gaze swept over Lin Qingyue and the other three.
"On your bodies, there is the aura of that shut-in girl from the East and that violent woman from the South... Have they already been 'repaired' by you?"