"Yes. You definitely can’t handle it by yourself. So I’ll be fixing it. What? Is something wrong?"

Suddenly assaulted by many questions, Sylvia’s impassive face reddened, and she hurriedly shook her head.

"Of course not! Fine. Bring it tomorrow morning."

Turning around, she stormed out of his room and returned to the inner court dormitory.

Seraph finally had some time alone, plopping onto the bed with a smile.

"Phew. Now I don’t have to worry about the house falling on my head."

He remained still for a few seconds, then closed his eyes. His life on Earth flashed in his mind slowly, as if replaying an old movie for him.

"Oh, Stephen. You came earlier today. What’s wrong?"

His boss had asked him, noticing that he wasn’t dressed in his usual office attire.

"I want to resign."

The words hit the man like a truck, and his expression changed rapidly.

"What? Seriously? What nonsense are you spouting! I was just about to promote you to being my secretary today!"

Stephen’s expression didn’t change.

"I apologize. But I simply want to resign."

The boss’s expression became livid. "Stephen! What nonsense are you saying?! You are the best financial assistant this company has ever had. Why do you suddenly want to resign? Are you being threatened? Because you made our company become one of the Big Three in the country? Just tell me, I’ll surely report to the police."

Stephen slowly shook his head.

"I have done my job here for a year, and I have finally lost interest in it, sir."

He turned around, not giving the man a chance to interrupt him.

"I will now pursue another career."

That day, he left the company, and they plummeted back to their original position after losing their best strategize. He didn’t care.

The next thing he remembered was another parting.

"No, please no! You can’t just leave! I already signed for you to be the lead actor in an upcoming movie. It’ll earn you billions of dollars."

His manager cried, holding onto his hand and begging him.

Stephen looked at her with an emotionless gaze and shook his head.

"The timing is unfortunate, but I no longer have any interest in acting. I want to try something else."

The woman was further depressed. "But why?! Why? Stephen! I’ll pay you double. Please, I’m begging you. Stay."

He still shook his head, adamant.

"Why...? What can I tell you to make you stay...?"

The beautiful woman cried pitifully, completely heartbroken.

"Nothing."

Her eyes teared up even more. "Even if I confess to you that I love you?"

Stephen paused, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes. But the moment he blinked, it was gone, leaving him empty.

He shook his head and left.

These two weren’t the only instances where such tragic scenes had happened. Several other companies were dumped by him after he grew bored of the profession, and he became an empty void with the shell of a human.

Of course, there were instances where he also had to kill, save, smuggle, and do other things without having any other reason than just to gain experience.

Until finally, his dark journey came to an end at the hand of the omnipotent truck-kun.

"Shit."

Seraph frowned, touching his own face. It was wet with tears.

His eyes widened in shock, and he immediately sat up.

"What the heck?!"

His vision was blurry, and his eyes were swollen. It seemed he had been crying for a long time.

Placing a hand over his chest, his frown tightened.

"What the heck is wrong... with me?"

Suddenly remembering all those insignificant details and becoming emotional... it felt strange and alien.

’Is it because of Halo’s absence? That’s why the memories came flooding back in?’

He had his doubts, but he couldn’t confirm whether he was right or not. Groaning, he pushed the curtains open and realized it was morning already.

The sun was high in the sky, stinging his eyes faintly.

He immediately closed the curtains and went to the bathroom. After washing his face and taking a bath, he wore his disciple robes and began to prepare a light bulb for Sylvia.

He had expected that someone would find out eventually, and even predicted that it could be Sylvia.

’Soon, more people will discover it in her room, and then the news will spread.’

He couldn’t help but grin, feeling excited.

’The disciples will flood me to get it, and I’ll sell it to them. Then, when it’s very popular, the elders too will come, and I’ll be able to amass a large amount from the whole sect.’

Suddenly, he paused. Was he grinning? Because he wanted to make money?

’No, it’s really strange. I usually don’t care about things like this.’

Goosebumps spread across his skin as he thought about it.

’Huh... this is really something else.’

Running a hand through his hair, he growled and continued working.

His focus sharpened, and in a few minutes, he had already fixed it up.

Placing it into a bag, he stepped out of the dormitory, seeing the other disciples walking about like characters from a simulation game.

Clicking his tongue, he walked up to the inner court dormitory and entered without hesitation. Although he spotted Sylvia’s neighbor at her usual spot, he didn’t bother calling out to her.

He already knew Sylvia’s room after all.

In less than a minute, he arrived at her room and knocked.

"Hello, it’s Seraph."

A response came instantly.

"Wait. I’m coming."

He waited for a minute, almost two, before Sylvia finally opened the door. Seraph stepped inside, assessing the room carefully.

"Hm, you love the color pink."

Just like he had glimpsed, the room was indeed painted in pink and white, barely possessing any other color theme.

"How is that your business? Hurry up and fix what you want to fix."

Only then did Seraph finally look at her.

Unlike all the times he had seen her, she wasn’t dressed in her usual disciple robes. Instead, she was dressed in casual clothing, wearing a blue dress with pink embroidery.

Seraph blinked thrice, staring at her in a daze. Although she had always passed off as average, she really looked beautiful now.

’What am I even thinking? I’m just eleven years old.’

He chided himself, though he didn’t agree with his own words.

After all, he was a reincarnator and his total age was adding up to over forty years now.

"I’m really old enough to be her father.’

It was ironic, and he couldn’t suppress a chuckle.

Sylvia’s eyes narrowed. "What’s up with you this morning? Did you drink something wrong?"

Seeing him stare at her and chuckle, she couldn’t help but think he had bad intentions. But... he was very young. There’s no way he would have such thoughts, right?

"I just thought the dress looked fine. I haven’t taken anything this morning."

Seraph shrugged and brought out the light bulb. After scanning her room for a while, he found the perfect place to set it up. He immediately began to nail the necessary compartments to the wall, then hung them carefully.

"Let’s test it."

Seemingly excited, Sylvia went ahead to close the curtains. The room darkened slightly, and Seraph connected the wires into the closed can.

Instantly, the luminous spirit orb lit up with a bright flash, illuminating the room. Sylvia flinched, looking around in awe.

Seraph smiled and looked around too. The light in the room made the pink theme shine properly.

It was completely girly. Totally unfitting for this stone-faced girl. However, it wasn’t his matter to judge, as he had only come here to help her fix it.

"Alright. That’s it. I’ll get going."

"Wait."

"Hm?"

"You said you haven’t eaten, right? Let’s head to the cafeteria together."

"That... actually, I want to visit Left and check his cond—"

"Don’t worry, we’ll check him together once we’re done."

Unable to find any words to argue back, he agreed.

After waiting outside for a few minutes, she emerged in her disciple robes.

"Let’s go."

The two of them left the inner court dormitory together, earning curious and suspicious glances from the other disciples.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Seraph was surprised when she actually served herself with a moderate portion of food.

His eyes widened in realization, and he nodded.

’The cafeteria is already big right now. She can’t afford to be a glutton before everyone.’

Knowing this, he took an extra plate for himself and carried it to their table. Sylvia looked at him suspiciously, but he didn’t say anything.

The two of them ate in silence.

After finishing the first plate, Seraph yawned and patted his belly.

"Huh... I’m surprisingly full this early. Tch, and I still have an extra plate."

He mumbled to himself, but there was no way Sylvia wouldn’t hear him.

Her lips twitched, and she shot him a glare. Why take a lot when you know you can’t finish it?! Such a waste!

Seraph’s eyes turned to her, a subtle smirk on his lips.

"Sister Sylvia, I can’t eat again. Can you help me finish it?"

The girl’s mouth hung open in shock. "You... want me to eat it?"

He nodded. "Sure. I can’t let it go to waste."

Sylvia’s gaze alternated between him and the food, then she nodded reluctantly. "Fine, I’ll help you."

Deep down though, she knew he was helping her.