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I am a man of simplicity, guided by a code of decency and kindness in my interactions with others. Throughout my life, I have strived to treat people with respect and compassion, avoiding words or actions that could cause harm or offense.

Yet, even in my earnest efforts to maintain civility, there are moments when frustration boils over, and I find myself succumbing to the urge to lash out. It is a flaw in my character, one that I acknowledge with humility and seek to rectify through self-reflection and growth.

Despite my shortcomings, I take pride in the joy and happiness I bring to those around me, particularly in moments of triumph and salvation. There is a warmth in seeing others find solace and fulfillment, a sense of fulfillment that eclipses any fleeting discomfort caused by my occasional outbursts.

And yet, there are those who test my patience beyond measure, whose presence serves only to disrupt the harmony of my world.

I fly over to the ship, observing that brat (Disciple 2) being disrespectful.

I think myself to again 'Some people truly do not need to be here.'

He is sitting and already stuffing food in a pig-like stomach. I take it back as at least pigs are cute when they are thrown children. 

As I observe him lounging on the ship, indulging in gluttony without a shred of decency or manners, putting his finger inside his mouth, letting out his tongue like a dog, touching his tongue, and then cleaning his unbrushed teeth with dirty unwashed hands.

Now I'm only able to think to myself 'He is trash so what to do with this bitch, How is someone like him Allah-Kabeer creation. What could go wrong with those Immortal Invincible hands to have created this fucker.'

This is a valid question because the creation signifies the mind and talent of the artist. It is like a reflection of the artist's soul.

Even after seeing me approaching thier way, he's sitting down, on a ship owned by my hui ying with his unnamed outer disciple's friends who are all flustered, standing up and unable to say shit other than respectfully greet me. 

I take a look back at Hui Ying who is instructing something to Inner sect disciples on her slow dragon.

I turn around again to face this brat (Disciple 2), sit down and nod.

He returns the nod with a smug air, clearly ignoring the anger inside me and the tension that hangs between his friend for his easygoing attitude.

Disciple 1:- *Foolish bastard, you're making a bad name for our Sect.*

Disciple 3: *Can't he have a sense of decency in front of Sister's fiancee, not even taking into account that He belongs to the Empire's imperial family?*

The sentiments of the other outer sects' disciples are much the same, their silent judgments hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

Disciple 2: *If only he was a bit more handsome like me.*

'This brat really thought didn't he that I couldn't understand his inner thoughts'

This brat would never dare to speak such thoughts out loud. Even if he knew he was completely alone in his room, he would never speak of it. As an unnamed martial artist and an outer sect disciple, he knew better but then why did he even think of it?

I give a signal to others to sit down and take thier respective seats.

"So you like the journey?" He asks, his grin widening as he stares into all the various types of sweets.

"Yes, it was a pleasant experience," I say, though the tension in my voice is unmistakable.

This is the bastard who was screaming about his mommy saving him and look at him.

Globbing up the sweets like a pig fuck and not understanding the situation. 

"Let's eat the treat," he says briskly without even sparing me a glance.

I can't help but roll my eyes at the unnecessary money Hui Ying spends on treating useless bastards like these nicely.

This brat shamelessly wastes no time in gobbling up all the sweets – chocolate, pineapple, white chocolate, and others, followed by Chocolate sticks. It's a predictable display of gluttony, typical of a lowlife.

The waitress, a young girl, approaches our table with flowers I haven't seen in real life until now, shooting me an appreciative smile, and then running away after presenting them to me.

I reluctantly give a smile to not leak my beauty and make everyone here crazy.

Brat was unbothered by the awkward tension between us but quick to notice her giving flowers to me, raising an eyebrow as if it were my fault for his loser attitude. But I merely shrugged, concealing my irritation behind a veneer of forced geniality.

After all, what's the point in being annoyed with someone who eats as if there's no tomorrow?

Now, hunger has this dimension that you can't understand unless you experience it, but surely this bastard can't be sympathized with.

"Hunger blinds people but so does excess. You are not blind but someone born to achieve great," I say.

'Qi Sense!'

<Name:- Ghisu(unofficial),>

< Ghisu has a Godly Six-Tusked White Elephant but he hasn't activated yet.> 

'Six-Tusked White Elephant physique? hmmm As far I know, it is a legend of the Previous worldly cycle which was carried on that says The Mother Goddess MahaMaya once dreamt of a magnificent white elephant with six tusks entering her right side. This auspicious vision ultimately led to her becoming the Mother of Shakyamuni Buddha, the supreme-most manifestation of Maha-Vairocana, which is again regarded as the embodiment of Adi-Buddha, The Primidorial Heavenly Tao.'

<Indeed Master, The Six-Tusked White Elephant physique is a rare and revered attribute said to be bestowed by the divine holding significance deeply rooted in Extinguished History legend.>

<Once the person awakens, he starts possessing irremarkable wisdom making him ignore all cultivation efforts and climb ladder only through enlightenment.>

"Then brother, what do you think of my remark?"

Ghisu (Disciple 2) blinks in confusion, asking "Well who is born to achieve great?"

"Well" 

"I am." He says. 

'My anger is reaching a peak of the mountain and this bastard is asking rhetorical questions?'

I laugh in an appreciative tone "Of course you are."

<Master I personally agree he deserves a beating>

'System, In his eyes, he's a saint; in mine, he's a societal failure. Personally, I do not care about his narcissism.'

"You wish to open a sect for yourself and have everything you wish to have?"

"My own sect? I fail to grasp your meaning, Milord," This bastard finally says in a respectful tone.

"Imagine the freedom of creating your own sect, where your beliefs and values take center stage, where you have the power to shape the community according to your vision. An opportunity to cultivate a space where your ideals flourish, where every aspect reflects your deepest desires and aspirations. Having the freedom to craft a sanctuary tailored precisely to your needs, with no compromises. It's a chance to manifest your dreams into reality and lead a life that truly aligns with your innermost wishes"

Ghisu carefully listened to me and his eyes shone like a sun.

He asks me what my intention is.

I think for a moment, recalling the past, then repeat the same answer I once gave to someone else.

"From the moment a person is born, death is imminent. Between life and death, Everyone is fragile, they may even be Immortal or perfect but they all disappear at the end of the World cycle but one thing that still lives to exist is..." I pause, waiting for him to ask me.

"It is?"

"That is kindness which exists as an Idea somewhere in a Small world."

"Well." He falters, quickly regains composure. "Milord you have taken my curiosity and desire to the next level. You sure I'm really going to become sect leader"

With a deliberate motion, I lift the strawberry Shake to my lips, savoring the effervescence as it tickles my senses. The taste dances upon my tongue.

Disciple 3:- "Milord I don't think he is cut ...."

I sharply cut him out "Are you asserting my judgement is incorrect"

"No, milord," he stammers, rising from his seat with an apologetic demeanor. "I apologize."

As he retreats, muttering his apologies, I catch Ghisu's mocking remark directed at him. "Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy," Ghisu jeers, a hint of amusement coloring his tone.

"Or envy. I can't find the correct term," he adds, the mockery evident in his words as he revels in the discomfort of others.

"I forgot to tell you, as a sect leader you can have any food you wish to have.," I lie.

"Big fun. Very big fun."

"I have a plan, I'll tell you alone. I say telepathically to him. "Come to meet me at night. I'll tell you the destination."

"Really?" Ghisu asks, fortunately.

Of course, he should come since his frugal ass ain't entering the 5 star inn.

"Yeah, sure." Oh, right

After an hour.

"Boooom!"

"It seems we have almost reached our destination," I say getting up, giving a wink to others to keep thier mouths shut and flush thier brain.

I do it not out of fear but to hide my happiness because we had already flown over a thousand septillion miles of land and saw no chance of reaching Hatti kingdom.

Now I consider my options, If I hurry back to my place with Hui Ying, it'll be close to midnight, leaving precious little time to hide the heads from due days escapade. But if I choose to skip going home, I could simply grab another head without bothering to hide the ones from before.

Yet, in the midst of this dilemma, a nagging thought resurfaces 'Didn't I promise myself to not play with more than three heads at a time? It seems I'm already on the verge of breaking that promise I made to myself.'

However, if I still decide to take out two more heads, it might mean I won't be able to take out anymore, regardless of my desire for further indulgence.

Hmmm, so it's better to take one head.

The weight of these considerations burdens my mind as I grapple with the rules and limitations of my unusual hobby.

<New task generated.>

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A few hours ago.

"I have to say that sometimes, you're being too reserved and possessive."

"I just want to be the best wife to him in the world."

"my cutie princess, I did look up on his soul and it doesn't seem to be possessed and instead seems a bit lighter, the reason he may have become so sweet and gentle could be due to newfound interaction or he could have just unlocked previous life memory."

"I want to see his memories."

"Sorry to tell you but the Love is the path and not the obsession. A place of mystery and wonder, where the ancient secrets of Happiness are hidden. Many people dream of getting true love, but only a few are chosen by destiny to get it. He is one of them."

"Then Papa at least tell me, would he find love with me till the end? And what destiny awaits us?"

The old man stood up and dusted off his robe.

"Our telepathic connection is fading fast, and I have no time to explain. The only thing I can tell you is this: Seek happiness, My daughter."

The connection got cut off!

'I even made a pact with that blood-sucking bat and used blood sorcery on my beloved to make him infatuated with me. What more could I do?'

'Was it a mistake? Perhaps I would have been better off being obedient to my beloved request. Now I even need to share him with that bloodsucker and I can't even get rid of her due to diplomatic reasons.'

' Amitabha! I don't even know whether he's in love with me due to a blood pact or he is in genuine love. Oh, Hui Ying why did you do it? Why did I do it in desperation.'

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