CHAPTER 21 Lee Jihyeon the Ice Princess

Before I could continue with my villain monologue, trying to convince the young and innocent heroine, her prince appeared. A man with a potato sack on his head. I can't deny it, it's quite funny, and for some reason, I like him.

The paunchy prince attempted to run towards the girl to get her out of my reach, but I did the same as with the other thugs, a low kick that left him staggering, and before he fell, another kick straight to his head.

"As I was saying, are you destined to be ruled, or will you rule yourself?" I mentioned seriously, ignoring the prince who tried to interrupt us and the girl uncomfortable with Potato Sack's actions.

The girl was about to respond, but the prince managed to get up again. His resilience surprised me; the kick I gave him was strong enough to render him unconscious. Could it be the power of love?

I used the celestial eyes and noticed that the energy of fate was entering his body; it seemed like he was about to break his limits or something.

The prince positioned himself in front of the girl, who was about a meter away from me, making it somewhat uncomfortable due to how close we were.

"Who are you?" the girl asked, not recognizing the potato sack prince's identity.

"I just came to take something from you, you stole it from me, didn't you?... My heart," the guy said, still wearing the sack on his head.

"Pfffff… Hahaha!" I couldn't help but laugh; all of this seemed like it was straight out of a low-quality novel. Plus, the girl's blushy reaction to the prince was amusing.

The prince took advantage of the distraction to attack me again, but I was tired of his futile attempts. I repeated the same process, but this time with more force, breaking his leg and then his skull. He fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, ironic, isn't it?

"That's the fate of weak people. If he were strong, he would have saved you, and you would have joined him on his adventures, then you would have fallen in love. But he's weak, and I killed him. The weak can't decide their deaths," I said with a dry tone, as if killing him meant nothing to me.

"What do you choose?" I asked, offering her my hand.

"I'll follow you, but... could you revive him like the others?"

"Ohhh, it seems like he stole your heart too," I teased, and rewound time for the prince; either way, I was going to do it. I didn't dislike him; I would even erase memories of his death.

"Don't be mistaken, I'm just paying for the fact that he tried to help me," she said in a dry tone as she took my hand.

"He wasn't helping you; he was stopping you. You'll understand soon enough," I replied.

Then, we disappeared as if we had never been there, but in less than a second, we returned to the same place and time.

Before, she was a cute girl with black boots, a short skirt, a white jacket, short hair down to her shoulders, and a face with freckles that made her charming.

Now, her appearance had changed drastically. Her hair reached her hips, and she wore a white robe with celestial dragon and phoenix golden thread embroidery. Her biggest change was her aura; from a dangerous and intimidating girl, she had transformed into a cold woman who viewed others as trash beneath her gaze.

Even so, she remained beautiful, freckles and all. In a wuxia story, she would be the ice princess.

"See, Yeon, I told you we'd return to the same place and time."

"I never doubted you, Master," Lee Jihyeon, or Yeon as I like to call her, said.

I took her to the Omniversal Library, turned off time, and introduced her into a simulation where she could develop in the best way possible.

I took her to the world of cultivation, replacing her body to be perfect for swordplay: celestial sword bones, a sword heart, and joints perfect for handling the sword.

I trained her diligently for a month in a cabin atop a mountain; I felt like the master from a wuxia story, "Climb down the mountain to become the god of martial arts."

Then, as a father, I threw her into water to teach her how to swim. I gave Yeon missions and then jumped in time when she finished them; I didn't want to wait that long.

I also gave her a test to uncover the heritage of the celestial sword saint. Yeon had become a typical cultivation protagonist.

Truthfully, she had mediocre talent for my expectations, but being fully tattooed from that age showed dedication, conviction, and bravery... who am I kidding, those long tattooed legs with boots and a short skirt are so sexy.

When she arrived, I changed Yeon back into her previous clothes

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At that moment, the prince regained consciousness.

"What happened to you, kitt...?" He couldn't complete his sentence because Yeon split him in two.

"How cruel, don't you remember he was in love with you?" I said mockingly.

"Only the Master can call me by my name or another title," After the 10 years we spent in the cultivation world, we developed a master-disciple relationship... a relationship that's respected both in training and in bed.

"Well, whatever, but I like him. I'll just make him forget you completely," I decided to revive him and erase his memories of her.

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Yeon and I transported ourselves to a school that, despite being nighttime, was filled with teenagers fighting. Don't they regulate this? They're literally destroying the school. But there he was, the system user, Kim Soohyun.

I analyzed the boy and discovered interesting things: his name, missions to strengthen himself, his fate linked to another system user, and the ability to communicate with the system creator. Although I don't care much about this kids' game, I'll have to give a lesson to the system creator.

Kim won his fight with the power of friendship and his system. Now they're dividing up the members of the losing gang; it's time for Yeon to do her part.