Chapter 831: Bad Kids Must Be Punished!

"God's Equation, activate!"

A loud shout rang out.

Without any hesitation, Lynn activated his ability toward that glass of milk.

Hum—

As the silver light enveloped everything, Lynn once again felt his power being drawn away, beginning an extraordinary transformation on that glass of milk.

It was like rolling a die.

[Ding! You have processed "a glass of milk," the randomly rolled result is: Great Success! Your skill proficiency +1]

[Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained the item: "a glass of finely processed milk"]

Lynn's eyes widened as he adjusted his monocle, bringing the steaming hot milk up before him, gazing at its brand-new description with uncertainty.

[A glass of finely processed milk]: A dairy product brewed from the secretions of hell's specialty "two-legged cows," extremely delicious, and having undergone an indescribably strange and mysterious transformation. It seems that drinking it will make you stronger and more full of vitality.

Lynn stroked his chin.

So it was a success?

After being processed, what effect would drinking it have?

Gulp—gulp—

Lynn downed it in one go.

In an instant, Lynn's pupils dilated, an indescribable wave of bliss spreading from his stomach to every corner of his body, as if every single cell were dancing. It was so delicious it felt like cute little lolis were tenderly licking every inch of your body, so good it went straight to the brain!

His ears immediately rang with the system notification.

[Ding! You have chugged a glass of finely processed milk. Your fatigue has been completely cleared, Vitality permanently +1, Constitution +2, Milk Production Probability: 0%]

Lynn stared wide-eyed in admiration.

Badass!

And looking at this description, if this were roughly processed milk, drinking it would give you a certain chance of producing milk yourself, achieving self-sufficiency?!

So amazing!

Truly worthy of being God's Equation!

And if that were the case, then what if he used his equation to process other things? Wouldn't he also be able to gamble on a "Great Success" and massively boost their effectiveness?

Lynn narrowed his eyes, then glanced downward.

His gaze landed on his lower region.

"..."

Ah!

He had indeed seriously considered the feasibility of this idea, because if he gambled on it just once and hit a Great Success!

Wouldn't that be a very nice thing?!

Brilliant!

But for now, he still suppressed this restless impulse.

Because if it really could succeed, then could this skill also be used to process himself? If a Great Success occurred, could he gamble his way into becoming some kind of Super Saiyan, instantly surging his strength to an incredibly formidable level?

And if that were the case.

Then at certain critical moments, this could also serve as a hidden trump card.

"Forget it."

Lynn closed his eyes and crashed into sleep.

Repairing his Cursed Eye was the most important thing right now. If the intensity of the driving force affected the probability of repair, then tomorrow he would ask his Father-in-law and Big Brother Aiwen to help out. If that happened, then successfully restoring the Cursed Eye should be a high-probability event.

The room gradually fell silent.

Only the soft, rhythmic sound of Lynn's breathing remained.

After a long while.

Faint rustling sounds came from the bed.

Lynn's blanket shifted slightly.

Barely visible.

His left hand slowly removed the glove, extending halfway out from beneath the blanket, gazing absentmindedly at his face, watching his closed eyes breathe in steady rhythm.

It seemed only during these rare moments of sleep that she wouldn't be angry at him, that she could properly take a good look at him.

"Hmph."

But she still couldn't help letting out a sound of irritation.

Because she wasn't truly angry, she just genuinely wished he would care about her a little more, and not always make everyone worry about him.

That was why she deliberately ignored him.

But this detestable fellow seemed to have completely forgotten about her, with no intention whatsoever of trying to coax her.

Because if he invited her to eat something delicious, along with a bottle of super tasty liquor, then it wouldn't have been unforgivable.

And yet.

He really had forgotten everything.

Always thinking about other things, just barely coming back to life, and he could still snore away like this.

So sometimes she really didn't know if he was truly that carefree, or if he genuinely didn't care about anything at all!

This useless guy!

With an angry vein popping on her forehead, she stealthily extended her hand toward his face, aimed at his nose, and carefully—then viciously—gave it a good poke, planning to pretend she knew nothing and slip back under the covers. Even if he was sleeping, she wouldn't let him be so comfortable!

3!

2!

1!

Poke!

Lynn instantly jerked his head upward, opening his mouth like a conditioned reflex and chomping down, immediately clamping onto Zuo Zuo's incoming fingers.

Zuo Zuo (ΩДΩ): "Waaaaahhh!!"

Lynn bit down on her two fingers, opening his eyes with a grin, speaking through clenched teeth:

"Just kidding! Zuo Zuo, this kind of behavior—sneakily poking someone while they're sleeping—isn't exactly encouraged, you know! Hehehehe—"

Zuo Zuo (ΩДΩ) struggled desperately: "Weren't you asleep?! When did you wake up?!"

Lynn's eyes curved into a smile.

"You guess?

And almost the instant those words left his mouth, Lynn had already swiftly flipped over. Before Zuo Zuo could even react, still caught in her panic, the silver light of Mimicry instantly spread across her hand, engulfing every inch of her skin in a surprise attack.

Her petite figure slowly emerged from the silver glow.

Her pupils dilated.

Slender, delicate arms and legs revealed themselves in the silver light, a small waist and long black hair materializing like a dream.

Before she could even react, her spiritual control was seized, broken through by his premeditated assault, forcing her into a human form.

"Eep—!"

She let out a startled, instinctive cry.

Her freshly materialized body was almost instantly crushed beneath his heavy frame, pressed against his chest like she was being half-encircled, sinking deep into the soft bedding.

She instinctively reached out to push him away, but it was like trying to move a mountain—utterly immovable.

Every inch of skin seemed to press tightly together.

Her wrists were swiftly and forcefully pinned above her head. The panic in her eyes was utterly useless.

Can't escape...

There's no escape!

"Stupid Brain!! You... what are you going to do?! Let me go!!"

(Panic)

Lynn leaned close to her lips, the corners of his mouth curling upward:

"Bad kids naturally deserve some punishment. And you haven't spoken to me for an entire day now—that makes me very unhappy. So this time, Zuo Zuo, your Brain is not going to let you off easily."