Chapter 122: Women Only Affect My Relationship with Fang Cheng

Asaka Akihime’s words carried the weight of confessions made after fierce battles.

Fang Cheng wasn’t dense about emotions. He’d always known Asaka Akihime held some affection for him. After this hero-saving-a-beauty scenario, her favorability must’ve shot up to 120%.

He could just go home tonight, push her down, visit the civil affairs bureau tomorrow for marriage papers, and start baby-making the next day without issues.

Fang Cheng felt neither urgency nor resistance, preferring to let things flow naturally. Besides, the Ye Yuqing problem still needed solving.

Without resolving Ye Yuqing’s situation, any chance with Asaka Akihime would vanish.

He refused to wake up someday discovering his sausage got nibbled – even restorable, the mental shadow would linger.

The tender atmosphere didn’t endure.

Asaka Akihime soon scrambled up, staggering toward the audience area to find her mother.

Mad or not, Asaka Seiko remained her birth mother – years of familial bonds persisted.

Fang Cheng stayed behind, scavenging nearby until spotting the discarded vajra.

The ritual tool looked dull and cracked beyond repair.

Fang Cheng caressed the vajra, sighing nostalgically.

This weapon had served him well through many battles.

His decision: take it back to sell later. Pure gold meant good cash.

He also grabbed the bisected holy grail – clearly gold too. Never leave valuables behind.

He crammed both treasures into his ruined backpack, then looted the four dead cultists.

Four Life Fragments dropped – enough to craft one life with a leftover piece.

He also found Word Spirit Technique and reading fragments.

Existing abilities converted these into Proficiency automatically.

Ten lives now – four more than before. This operation turned profitable, proving his resource management skills.

Main credit went to Isis though. Without her “generosity”, this would’ve been a loss.

He liked big scores, but not this kind of “big”.

From Mizumata Doi’s corpse, Fang Cheng pocketed a golden rod.

The dried-up body yielded nothing – typical bad luck.

Finished looting, Fang Cheng noticed many believers still moaning in the audience area.

Untreated, they’d die soon anyway.

Dust still hung airborne – proof their time in paradise had been brief despite different timeline flows.

As Fang Cheng rummaged, muffled sobs came from Asaka Akihime’s direction.

Assuming Asaka Seiko had died, he calmly packed before approaching.

Closer inspection revealed Asaka Seiko clinging to life by a thread.

The evil god had devoured most of her lifespan, leaving a wrinkled crone with snow-white hair.

Her vitality had faded to the extreme, yet her gaze remained piercingly bright – the final glow before death, beyond saving.

Perhaps those nearing death do speak sincerely, for Asaka Seiko suddenly regained clarity from her deranged state.

“Akihime…”

She strained to lift her hand, gently caressing Asaka Akihime’s face. “Mother… failed you.”

Tears streamed down Asaka Seiko’s face as she remembered the wrongs committed against her daughter.

Clutching the withered hand, Asaka Akihime shook her head through tears. “Mother, I hold no blame.”

“Live fully… marry… raise children… avoid my mistakes… forgive me…”

Asaka Seiko’s voice dwindled like candlelight until silence claimed her.

Asaka Akihime clung to the lifeless body, wailing for her last remaining family.

Fang Cheng let her grieve undisturbed. He retrieved the discarded handgun and stored it in his backpack.

Nearby lay Grandma Matsuda’s corpse – her lifespan stolen without struggle.

When the weeping subsided, Fang Cheng encased Asaka Seiko’s remains in solidified blood, shaping it into a coffin for cremation.

His improved Tide of Blood Proficiency now produced greater blood volume lasting half a month, though he could dissolve it instantly if needed.

Carrying the crimson coffin, he guided the numb Asaka Akihime past fallen cultists – Sato Hayato’s handiwork – toward the gym’s exit.

Sunlight bathed the midday courtyard, though the morning’s horrors made time feel stretched.

The Sato siblings waited outside as promised. Sato Hayato slumped on the steps recovering while Sato Mai tended him with frantic fanning.

“Cheng-brother!” The younger girl abandoned her sibling to dash toward them, then hesitated before the transformed woman. “Asaka… sister?”

Though fundamentally unchanged, Asaka Akihime now possessed unearthly beauty – a weary goddess mourning without glasses.

“Fear’s gone now,” the older girl reassured with strained smile.

Sato Mai noted the blood coffin but asked nothing, clinging to Asaka Akihime’s arm. “I was terrified! Thank heavens Cheng-brother came!” Her casual address surpassed even familial warmth.

Approaching slowly, Sato Hayato winced at his sister’s omission. Compared to Fang Cheng’s decisive actions, his own contributions felt insignificant.

He studied Asaka Akihime’s changed appearance curiously but stayed silent. The palpable bond between her and Fang Cheng dissuaded questions.

In Sato Hayato’s heart, Fang Cheng now reigned supreme beyond sibling ties. He crushed his secret love decisively – why risk friendship for fleeting affection?

Women complicate relationships with Fang Cheng. This truth Sato Hayato embraced with monkish resolve.