Journey to Godhood Begins in Frieren

Night had fallen.

After cooking dinner, Shichen went to Frieren's room to call her to the kitchen.

"Frieren, dinner's ready—come and eat."

"Mmm … can I still eat?"

Frieren sat on the bed hugging her knees, giving him a plaintive look.

"Haha ~"

Shichen couldn't help laughing at the sight of her.

Frieren's face looked a bit comical now: her normally pale lips were noticeably puffier.

In short, they were swollen—and besides Shichen, there was no one else who could have made her like that.

"You're still laughing! It's all your fault!" Frieren fumed.

"Sorry." Shichen stepped to the bedside, lifted her in a princess‑carry, and walked out.

"Happy? You just wanted to hold me—there's not a speck of remorse."

"What? No hugging now? This afternoon you were the one who took the initiative—can't blame me."

"I was not! That wasn't me; it must've been something you did!"

Frieren—rare for her—denied it loudly.

"Hey now, don't slander me. I can't control your mind, can I?"

"…It was you. You drank my blood and made me weird. I never had those thoughts before."

"Empty words. If you're so sure, perform that again for me."

"…Again? Dream on—I'm already low on blood."

Frieren rolled her eyes; she'd had to nap that afternoon because Shichen had taken quite a lot.

"Perfect—eat something to replenish it."

In the living room Shichen sat on a stool and set Frieren on his lap.

"What are you doing?"

"It's convenient this way—I can feed you."

"I'm not a child …"

"Then do you need me to feed you or not?"

"No. You're not feeding me; I'm not a child."

Frieren refused without hesitation.

"Fine, then eat like this."

"—but you're not allowed to lay hands on me again."

"When did I lay hands on you?"

"You forgot?"

Frieren glared back at him. "This afternoon—why did you put your hand inside my clothes?"

Ahem, couldn't help myself …"

Shichen's gaze drifted, uncontrollably, to her snow‑white collarbones—admittedly rather flat.

"Couldn't help yourself? What's there to grab? There's nothing …" Frieren pouted.

"Men's business."

"Anyway, you are not to reach in again."

"Yeah, yeah. Now eat."

"You feed me," Frieren suddenly sat up straight.

"Hmm? Didn't you say you didn't want feeding?" Shichen blinked.

"It's different now. This is what I'm owed."

"All right ~"

Shichen smiled indulgently; one arm steadied her while the other levitated the dishes and fed her bite after bite.

"Mm."

Frieren reclined against him, head pillowed on his chest, lazily enjoying the service.

And so the two of them slipped into a little two‑person world, never again doing anything improper for minors.

A month went by, and Shichen was getting ready to leave.

"How did a month pass so fast?"

At the doorway, Frieren frowned at his back.

"Can't bear to part with me?" Shichen looked back.

"No …"

"Heh ~ I'll come see you again very soon."

Unable to resist, Shichen reached out and rubbed her head.

"You'd better. And you promised to take me along for some fun, too. You drained my blood—I sacrificed a lot."

"Next time I come, it should be possible. But in the meantime, don't be surprised at the changes in yourself."

"What changes could I have?"

"You'll see when the time comes."

"Tch."

"I'm off… Oh—remember to teach the spell to Master."

"I know."

"Then—"

With a gentle smile, Shichen vanished before Frieren's eyes.

Frieren stared at the empty air, pursed her lips, then turned back inside, went to her room, and flopped face‑down on the bed.

Today she had no desire to cultivate.

…

Elsewhere, Shichen wasn't in a hurry to leave; he first arrived at Serie's place.

Serie was asleep, leaning against her stone throne, but the instant Shichen appeared she opened her eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Her tone was calm, but golden eyes shone.

"Don't want me here?"

Shichen walked up, scooped her slender waist, lifted her, and claimed her seat.

"What are you doing?"

Serie lay across his lap, suddenly nervous.

"What do you think?"

Shichen raised his hand—and without hesitation brought it down.

Smack!

Serie stiffened at once, eyes wide.

Shichen didn't stop; he swatted the other side too.

Smack!

The crisp sound echoed in the underground chamber.

"You—!" Serie turned, glaring.

"What is it?"

Shichen kept his left hand pressed to her raised bottom. "Problem?"

"Don't go too far!" Serie ground her teeth.

"And what can you do?" Shichen smiled.

"Hmph." Serie snorted and said no more.

"Okay, okay—just teasing."

Shichen lifted her upright, holding her face‑to‑face.

"You came just to fool around with me?" Serie complained.

"Of course not—I'm here to teach you a spell."

"Teach me magic? What spell?"

"Spatial teleportation."

"You invented it?"

"Naturally."

"Teach me now!"

"Don't rush. I have to collect tuition first, right?"

"What tuition?" Serie grew wary.

"Obviously… this."

Shichen tightened his arms—and forcefully kissed her.

"Mmph—!" Once again, Serie couldn't resist.

Shichen didn't stay long; after collecting a little "tuition" and teaching the spell, he left.

Outside that underground chamber he glanced at the sigil on the back of his hand, then sought her out.

[Let's go to the next world.]

[Heh.]

[Heh‑heh ~ Jealous, are we?]

[Why would I be jealous?]

[That's a question for you.]

[Come on—next world. I still want to unmask you.]

[Looks to me like you're more eager to run into other acquaintances.]

[Cut it out.]

[Next world: To Love Ru.]

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