I just covet their strength

Chapter 1 Started to sweat profusely
The whole room was filled with a refreshing fragrance, like citrus soda. Before the first ray of sunlight shone through the window in the early morning, the owner of the room was already standing in front of the washstand.

What was reflected in the mirror was a face that, although a little tired, could not hide its beauty.

The brown-black hair and deep purple eyes were filled with fatal charm. He was a man whose appearance would make anyone admire him.

Amid the brilliance, there is also a mysterious charm that makes people sink. A handsome face that can be called a work of art.

"I have to say, there is really nothing wrong with this face. It's a pity that being handsome can't make a living. It would be great if I could trade my looks for strength."

The handsome young man sighed, then patted his cheek and said:

"Looking at the bright side, at least it's much better than being a social animal. You can't expect too much."

Just two days ago, he was a social worker who had just finished a tiring job. When he returned home and started an open-world two-dimensional development game called "Poetry of Destiny" on his computer, he suddenly felt a heart attack while eating all night. Stopped, his vision went dark.

After coming back to his senses, he came to this different world of swords and magic, gods and demons that he had been obsessed with for a long time.

If this is the case, then it is an out-and-out good thing for him. After all, as a qualified social animal, he will not have any nostalgia for reality.

The only drawback is that his name is now Westhead Qinghui.

With a noble surname and noble bloodline, he is an absolute noble even in the entire empire. But he would rather have a more ordinary start.

"Ugh"

With a long sigh, Westhead came out of the bathroom. The window next to the corridor welcomed the first ray of morning sun. At the corner of the corridor, Westhead smelled a gust of fragrant and sweet wind.

What followed was an elegant and calm voice:
"Brother, breakfast is ready."

Standing in front of Westhead was a girl who looked like she had stepped out of a scroll.

The black and white background is interspersed with golden embroidery thread, and under the short skirt is a pair of white knee-high socks, which looks like a special maid outfit.

The girl lowered her head slightly, and her platinum shoulder-length hair was neatly combed and layered with hairbands and hairbands.

Under the bits of morning light that filtered through the window, the girl's platinum-blond hair seemed to blend into the fragments of the morning light, with extremely neat pigtails hanging down from her temples.

After keeping her head bowed and saluting for three seconds, the girl raised her head and opened her eyes, revealing a delicate and pretty face like ice and snow, just like an elegant and cold fairy.

The lavender eyes were slightly drooped, and there seemed to be a timeless poem in them. Looking at her, it was difficult to determine where the girl was focusing.

"Urda, I told you that you don't have to be so reserved at home."

Westhead sighed and said something he had repeated countless times: "There are only two of us in the Qinghui family, so we won't talk about it in front of outsiders. Do we have to be so tired at home?"

"This is not a pretense, brother."

The girl named Urda answered meticulously: "This is the etiquette that should be observed. It is precisely because the family has reached the current situation that it is more necessary to follow traditions and etiquette. Please rest assured, even if you are like non-burnable garbage, It's like mud that can't hold up a wall, and I won't have too many negative emotions. Maintaining etiquette is like breathing to me, and it will never be a burden."

".Did you just scold me?"

"It's time for breakfast, brother. Please stop standing at the bathroom door. You've been in the bathroom long enough this morning."

The platinum-haired girl closed her eyes and smiled.

Westhead followed Urda to the long table and watched the white-blond girl who called him brother calmly preparing breakfast for him with complicated eyes.

Although she calls herself her elder brother, Urda is not Westhead's biological sister. As a branch of the Qinghui family, she can be regarded as Westhead's distant cousin.

At that time, Westhead had just accepted the fact of time travel and was rejoicing that he had finally achieved what he wanted. From now on, he would definitely fight in the world of "Poetry of Destiny" and achieve great achievements!

Then he saw Urda, and he recognized her identity at a glance.

Yulda Qinghui. Isn't this the [Blade of Condensation] in the game?

The main gameplay of the game "Poetry of Destiny" is for players to encounter various beautiful girls in the open world, collect teammates, gain favor and complete tasks, and unlock hidden plots that adult men love to see.

Each playable character has a very complex and lengthy quest line that needs to be completed step by step. And Westhead has just done the quest line of [Blade of Condensed Light] Yulda Qinghui.

In the last part of the mission, players need to team up with Urda to defeat the boss [Remnant].

That was the last head of the Qinghui family who was corrupted by Chaos, and also the blood relative "Westhead Qinghui" that Yolda swore allegiance to.

After defeating [Remnant], Urda will still lick her bag with tears.

She smeared the ashes of her dead blood relatives on her skin to permanently become amplified war ashes; she condensed the blood of her dead blood relatives into tear jade and wore it to make a container of magic power; she enchanted the spinal cord of her dead blood relatives with forbidden rituals and injected it into her body to obtain blood. of reinforcement.

And made a blood oath to restore the glory of Qinghui.

Therefore, Ulda was also called "fighting with his family on his back" by the players. Westhead had often made this hell joke before, but when he found out that he was called "brother" by Ulda, he couldn't laugh anymore. .

Already starting to sweat profusely.

Becoming a stepping stone or something, you don’t want that kind of thing!

"Brother, please enjoy your meal and stop being in a daze. Did you rest on time last night? There is a social dance at the Holy Tree Palace today."

Urda placed the fragrant meat rolls, vegetable salad, and a large glass of fruit wine in front of Westhead, who was in a daze, and said softly.

"Read some more books. I've finished "General History of the Empire", "Praise to the Holy Tree" and "Decryption of the Age of Dragon Catastrophe".

Westhead said as he began to enjoy the breakfast prepared by Urda.

"Diligence and love of learning are virtues that are worthy of praise. I hope you can persist. Only in this way can we revive the family more quickly. However, you did not put "Song of Brightness" by your bed. This is not in line with the identity of the head of the Qinghui family. Since you are unwilling to read through the family's past history, then I have the responsibility to tell you."

Urda stood upright and talked about the long and glorious history of the Qinghui family. Her hands were folded in front of her flat belly, and the white lace front of her tight maid uniform was supported by the girl's well-developed figure. Not a single wrinkle.

Westhead just turned a deaf ear and pondered.

After understanding the situation, Westhead naturally began to think about ways to save himself.

Fortunately, in the quest line about "Urda", the description of the causes and consequences is quite clear, and Westhead clearly understands how he was corrupted by Chaos.

About two years ago, the wave of chaos swamped the Qinghui Territory and destroyed this autocratic territory that guarded the borders of the empire. Only the lords of the Qinghui Territory escaped in embarrassment and took refuge in the imperial capital.

The fall of Qinghui Territory means that chaos begins to corrupt the Holy Spirit.

If the bright Holy Spirit is corrupted by the violent Confucianism of Chaos, then all direct bloodlines that are both prosperous and damaged will be corrupted together.

In fact, the solution to this problem is very simple, that is, to become stronger.

Once you reach the sixth level, the legendary heaven, then this kind of corruption is nothing to fear.

And what rank is Westhead now? The second level [Elite] is evaluated as a pure super soldier.

If you want to be promoted to legend within two or three years, you can think more about it in your dreams.

The reason why Westhead is still stable now is naturally confident.

It is certainly a dead end to travel through time and become a destined stepping stone, but if you also have the player-exclusive talent of "Poetry of Destiny", how should you deal with it?
[Given by the heart and soul (only for highly attractive members of the opposite sex)]

[The talents and expertise of the selected target can be shared. The specific degree depends on the favorability. After advancement, the great deeds and achievements of the apostles can be shared]

[Current Contract Apostle: None]

The ability to capture targets for free is the power of a player.

The character strength in "Poetry of Destiny" depends almost entirely on talent and expertise.

As long as you can get one or two T0-level talents for nothing, it is not an impossible task to become a legend within two years, and you can even defeat the Chaos army! insult! Be strong!

So now there is only one question, where can he find a strategy target who is both charming and talented, and at the same time easy to gain favor with?
(End of this chapter)