Two days passed in a flash.
June 25th. Overcast. One of those "according to the Farmer's Almanac" kind of days—good for a haircut, good for paying respects, and supposedly bad for absolutely nothing.
The weather was pleasantly cool for once. The sun was completely smothered by a blanket of clouds, not a single ray making it through. The air was humid, too—and Luke, for once, actually got up early.
Normally, if he had nothing going on, he'd roll out of bed and do his sign-in first.
But today was different.
After getting up, Luke washed up properly, even took a bath and changed clothes—making the whole thing weirdly ceremonial. When he'd finished his little "routine," he glanced at the sky, then did a quick, self-satisfied check like he was running fortune math in his head.
"Mm. Everything's smooth today… except this weather's kind of trash."
He didn't really care, though. Standing in the yard, he quietly thought, System, sign in.
The system answered immediately.
[Detected: Host has accumulated sign-ins for one full month. This sign-in is a Monthly Sign-In.]
[Detected: This is the Host's first Monthly Sign-In. Automatically upgraded to a Special Sign-In.]
[Congratulations to Host for obtaining: Spirit-Power Guidance: Intermediate Volume]
[Congratulations to Host for obtaining: Realm Advancement Card *2]
[Congratulations to Host for obtaining: Intermediate Skill Upgrade Card]
[Congratulations to Host for obtaining: Random LV5 Advanced Skill]
[Congratulations to Host for obtaining: Random LV9 Profession Card]
[Congratulations to Host for obtaining: Random Sword Intent Card (Perfection)]
[Rewards have been automatically stored in the System Inventory. Please review at your convenience.]
One notification after another popped up, and Luke instantly felt it was worth waking up this early.
If your heart was sincere, the system was generous.
He immediately opened the system inventory.
First up: the Spirit-Power Guidance: Intermediate Volume.
He'd already learned how important spirit-power was—like how casting needed a mana bar, and martial arts needed internal energy. With spirit-power supporting you, every move you made hit harder.
As Luke used it, the guidance automatically advanced to the intermediate volume, and he felt his understanding deepen.
Spirit-power wasn't like internal energy—some "breath" circulating through your body. It was energy bursting from willpower and the mind.
A simple example? In a game—skills heroes use. Like Garen.
Garen's ultimate was basically him roaring, and a golden sword crashing down from the heavens like absolute justice, smashing his enemy to pieces.
That wasn't "magic" in the traditional sense.
That was willpower made real.
That was spirit-power.
Next, Luke looked at the second reward: Realm Advancement Cards.
They could directly raise him by a minor realm stage.
Because he'd never trained properly, his current level was still only Valiant (Mid). With two cards, he could jump two stages.
No hesitation—he used both at once.
[Congratulations to Host for突破 to Valiant (Late)]
[Congratulations to Host for突破 to Unyielding (Early)]
Two cards, and Luke vaulted an entire major realm.
A surge of power burst from his heart like a flood, rushing into every corner of his body. Every cell seemed to tremble—like it was cheering.
"So this is what it feels like to get stronger without working for it."
Luke sighed in pure satisfaction.
About two minutes later, the sensation faded, and he could tell the change wasn't "a little boost."
It was a qualitative leap.
He clenched his fist. Strength gathered in it like it belonged there.
One punch… could I drop a bull?
Pleased, he moved on to the third reward: the Intermediate Skill Upgrade Card.
It could upgrade skills above LV5—so obviously he used it on the one thing that currently boosted his combat power the most: Windborne Swordsmanship.
Without a second thought, he used it.
[Intermediate Skill Upgrade Card used successfully. Congratulations: Windborne Swordsmanship has突破 to LV6 (Outstanding)]
In the yard, wind suddenly rose from nothing. Centered on Luke, a small tornado slowly spun into existence. From a distance, it looked razor-sharp.
That "sharpness" wasn't coming from the wind.
It was coming from Luke.
Standing at the eye of it felt incredible. And inside that moment, his understanding of Windborne Swordsmanship surged forward at a ridiculous pace.
He also gained a brand-new, strangely special insight.
When the tornado finally dispersed, Luke opened his eyes. He felt an even deeper connection with the natural winds of the world—like he'd trained the art for years.
The truth was, after obtaining Windborne Swordsmanship, Luke had never trained it even once. He only had a handful of real fights under his belt.
Then another system prompt sounded.
[Congratulations: Host has automatically comprehended Windborne Sword Intent — Beginner]
Luke wasn't surprised. When Windborne Swordsmanship hit LV6, the knowledge in his mind had already introduced the concept of sword intent.
Sword intent was a kind of "realm of meaning" for weapon arts, divided into four stages: Beginner, Minor Accomplishment, Major Accomplishment, Perfection.
If a swordsman wanted real achievement on the path of the blade, sword intent was practically mandatory.
A swordsman without sword intent was, at best, second-rate.
And if you wanted to push Windborne Swordsmanship higher, mastering Windborne Sword Intent was one of the required steps.
Over in Ionia, plenty of people traveled there just to learn the legendary wind technique. The school would select only the talented few to learn Windborne Swordsmanship.
But among those, only a tiny number would ever awaken Windborne Sword Intent—and those were the true disciples.
Anyone who never comprehended Windborne Sword Intent would be capped at LV5 for their entire life.
And even among the rare ones who did awaken it, almost none would reach Perfection.
Only once in who-knew-how-long would a genuine prodigy appear—someone who could bring their sword intent to Perfection.
Like Yasuo.
Rumor had it he only went to the school because he wanted to hang out with his brother, but Elder Souma—the last master of the legendary wind technique—took one look at him and immediately saw terrifying talent.
Yasuo really did live up to it.
While his fellow disciples trained hard every day, he spent most of his time loafing around—sleeping in, sneaking drinks, acting like the patron saint of slacking off.
And yet, even then, if he bothered to learn something "a little," his progress would still blast past everyone else.
Conclusion?
Slacking off was the true path to power.
With Luke's natural talent, he probably would've ended up like the ordinary disciples—never comprehending Windborne Sword Intent in his lifetime.
But it didn't matter.
The system would handle it.
The moment Windborne Swordsmanship hit LV6, the system basically handed him Beginner sword intent for free.
Which felt amazing.
Then Luke looked at the fourth reward: a random LV5 advanced skill.
Monthly Sign-In plus Special Sign-In really was something. The rewards were already far better than his first sign-in—let alone the two final "headline" prizes.
"System, use the random skill card."
His thought triggered it instantly.
[Congratulations: Host has obtained LV5 Advanced Movement Art: Godspeed Hundredfold]
[Detected: Host possesses Common LV5 Movement Art — Gecko Wall-Crawling. Automatically merging. Godspeed Hundredfold has upgraded to LV7 (Peerless Peak)]
Two prompts back-to-back—an actual, honest-to-goodness surprise.
He'd expected a LV5 advanced skill.
Instead, he got a LV7 advanced skill.
Once a skill hit LV5, every level after that was a significant leap.
This jump was two full levels—higher than even Windborne Swordsmanship.
Information poured into Luke's mind: Godspeed Hundredfold.
Warm currents flowed into his limbs, and it was like his head filled with scenes of brutal movement training—again and again and again.
As those scenes fused into him, his footwork mastery skyrocketed.
He also finally understood why Gecko Wall-Crawling merged automatically.
One was a common skill. The other was an advanced art. The gap was massive.
And Gecko Wall-Crawling was essentially a branch technique under Godspeed Hundredfold—same foundation, same category. So once he gained the higher art, the lower one folded right into it.
Two LV5s into a LV7.
Profit.
After the merge, it wasn't just "climb walls and creep around" anymore.
It had become true light-footwork.
The improvement was huge.
Luke's curiosity flared. Last time, he hadn't gotten to test things properly—this time he absolutely would.
He scanned the yard.
Then his mind moved.
The Luke who'd been standing in the center of the yard tapped his toe lightly and floated up—landing on the back edge of a rocking chair.
The chair didn't even budge, like it hadn't noticed a person touching it.
Only when Luke pushed off a second time did the chair start to rock—and Luke was already on the other side of the yard.
His body felt as light as a feather.
That strange, wonderful sensation made him look like a kid who'd found a brand-new toy. His sleepy morning eyes actually lit up.
A heartbeat later, he hopped onto the wall—several meters high with ease—then flickered onto the roof. Back and forth, effortless.
Standing on the roof seven or eight meters up, Luke clasped his hands behind his back and stared down like a classic wuxia hero.
He hopped onto a nearby tree, then dropped back to the ground, zipping around the yard—here one moment, there the next.
Yurna Doer stood at the doorway watching him have the time of his life, tilting her head with a puzzled look.
What is His Highness doing now?
But… leaving that aside, that footwork really did have some flair.
A little later, Luke collapsed back into the rocking chair, panting. Even in the cool morning air, he was wiped out—sweating heavily.
But even exhausted, he was grinning like an idiot.
Boys never really grow up.
He'd just checked off another little dream. He didn't know about other guys, but he'd definitely fantasized about having absurd light-footwork—leaping rooftops, gliding around like it was nothing.
If he saved up two high-tier skill upgrade cards later, he'd push Godspeed Hundredfold to LV9 no matter what.
Just imagining it made him excited—until the fatigue dragged him down again. Lying there, his throat felt dry.
Yurna, who'd clearly expected this, brought him a cup of warm Smoky Earl Grey Tea.
She was like a perfectly timed rainstorm. Luke grabbed it and drank it in a few gulps.
The tea washed the dryness away instantly. Smooth warmth slid into his stomach, and his stamina recovered a bit.
After resting for a while, Luke finally refocused on the system inventory.
The next reward was no joke—just seeing it made his mood shift.
A LV9 profession skill!
The highest skill he had right now was only LV7.
This sign-in had handed him a LV9 profession—arguably the best reward of the entire batch.
He took a breath, then thought: "System, use the profession card."
[Congratulations: Host has obtained LV9 Profession — Medicine]
The next second, an ocean of medical knowledge crashed into Luke's mind.
Even Luke felt dizzy. His head swelled with a mild ache.
The information included tens of thousands of Runeterra's medicinal ingredients, endless prescriptions, and complex details like meridians and human anatomy.
Luke's brain worked at full speed, absorbing and organizing everything.
As time passed, the pressure in his head faded. After a long while, he finally finished digesting it all.
Rubbing his temples, Luke exhaled slowly.
This was absolutely worth it.
Grandmaster-level medicine—limitless value.
If he had the right ingredients, calling it "bringing someone back from the dead" wouldn't even be an exaggeration.
Of course, if someone was truly dead-dead… that was a job for gods.
This world had supernatural power, after all. There were plenty of forces out there that could revive the dead.
Luke's medicine was basically the peak of what a mortal could achieve—just below true supernatural miracles.
With the right ingredients, even someone who'd just died not long ago… he could try pulling them back.
That was how terrifying it was.
And even if he didn't use it to save others, using it for self-preservation was incredible.
At the same time, Luke realized another huge implication.
Medicine and poison were two sides of the same coin.
If he had grandmaster-level medicine… didn't that mean grandmaster-level poisoncraft?
Toxic pills, poison brews, venom compounds—Luke could whip them up in minutes now.
Not that he really had many chances to use poison.
But hey—free skill. He wasn't going to complain.
That left the final reward.
A random Perfection sword intent card.
He'd already covered how powerful sword intent was—so getting a perfection-grade one directly made Luke genuinely curious.
No hesitation. "System, use the sword intent card."
[Congratulations: Host has obtained Perfection Sword Intent — Wuju Sword Intent]
The instant the system finished, razor-sharp force burst from Luke in several invisible arcs.
Air flowed upward around him like heat shimmer—like steam rising.
At the gate, Yurna—who'd been sweeping—suddenly sensed something. She looked back at Luke, frowning, her eyes filled with confusion… and shock she'd never shown before.
Also at the gate, Fiora walked in, in a pretty good mood.
But as she neared the entrance, her mind jolted—like something had hooked her senses. A sharp, cutting presence was coming from the yard.
She caught it immediately.
Frowning, she quickened her pace. The moment she reached the gate and saw the scene—
She froze.
She could tell exactly what Luke was going through.
On the left, Lux approached slowly. Seeing Fiora stop, Lux hurried over—
—and saw it too.
Lux covered her right cheek, staring at Luke standing there with his eyes closed. "What's he doing?"
She started to walk in, but Fiora grabbed her.
"Don't go interrupt him yet."
Lux looked confused, and Fiora explained, "He's comprehending a sword intent."
"Sword intent? Is it… really that amazing?"
Lux blinked, vaguely remembering something.
She remembered Garen once sparring with Jarvan IV in the backyard. Halfway through, Garen suddenly stopped moving.
Like he'd fallen into a crucial moment of realization.
Even the usually loud Jarvan IV went quiet immediately and didn't disturb him.
Now that she understood it mattered, Lux carefully backed up a couple steps, staring at Luke without blinking.
Looking closely, she really could feel a sharpness on him she normally didn't notice.
Fiora answered, "Out of tens of thousands… maybe one person will ever comprehend it."
"Oh." Lux nodded, understanding it was rare.
Then she glanced at Fiora and asked quietly, "Do you have sword intent too?"
She'd seen Fiora use a sword later—when Fiora and Luke sparred in the yard. Even then, Lux could tell Fiora wasn't just "someone who used a sword."
Fiora nodded lightly. "Mine is only at Minor Accomplishment."
And without realizing it, her tone carried a hint of sourness.
Watching Luke, Fiora couldn't help feeling jealous.
Sword intent wasn't something just anyone could awaken.
She knew her own talent wasn't low. She'd secretly practiced swordplay since childhood, suddenly stepped into Beginner sword intent one day… then spent years without stopping to grind her way into Minor Accomplishment.
Meanwhile, Luke didn't even practice.
Forget practicing—he barely wanted to touch a sword.
He ate, he slept, he lazed around… and he still comprehended sword intent.
How was she supposed to not feel sour?
Lux asked again, "How long do we have to wait?"
She watched Luke's aura climb in waves, then stall—like it was stabilizing.
Fiora studied him seriously. "He looks like he just entered Beginner. He should be stable now. We can go in."
She was about to step forward—
—and then Luke's aura spiked again. A gust surged outward from him like a sudden swell.
Lux's eyes went wide. "What's happening now?!"
Even Fiora's mouth fell open slightly, her eyes flashing with disbelief.
After a long beat, she answered stiffly, "…Minor Accomplishment."
One second ago, he'd just stabilized Beginner.
This second, he'd already reached Minor Accomplishment.
Who would believe that?
But Fiora was seeing it with her own eyes, so there was no room for doubt.
She already knew Luke's talent was high.
She just hadn't realized it was this absurd.
She'd never seen sword intent chain from Beginner straight into Minor Accomplishment like this.
And then something even crazier happened.
Luke's aura kept climbing—no sign of stopping. The next moment, it was like his entire body boiled. A massive wave of pressure blasted toward their faces.
Lux felt like a giant sword had swung at her. She flinched and instinctively tried to dodge.
But when the wave passed, there was no actual impact.
Fiora didn't move from her spot, but inside she was completely unable to stay calm. Her eyes were wide, her usually cool gaze trembling.
Lux glanced at her and swallowed her questions.
Because even she could see it now.
Luke had broken through again.
Fiora's worldview was getting pulverized. She could feel it clearly—Luke's sword intent had reached Major Accomplishment.
This… this… this…
This was insane.
Before she could even process it, Luke released a sky-piercing presence—and this time, no wave blasted outward.
His aura changed.
No longer sharp and aggressive, it became utterly calm—yet it made you feel like you had to look up at him.
Around him, something striking happened.
Leaves shook loose from the trees and drifted down slowly. Luke stood beneath them, yet not a single leaf could touch him.
A few fell too close—
—and the next second, they split apart as if cut by a blade, crumbling into pieces.
"So… this is sword intent?" Lux stared, mouth open.
Then she looked at Luke—
—and instantly felt pressure, like she'd been submerged underwater. Breathing became difficult.
She hurriedly looked away.
Only as time passed did the yard slowly return to normal.
By then, Fiora's expression had gone numb. She stood there blankly, dazed.
Her worldview was in shambles.
Perfection…
If she wasn't mistaken, Luke's sword intent had reached Perfection.
That made Fiora's heart violently unbalanced. She had never seen anyone comprehend sword intent from Beginner to Perfection this easily.
And the worst part?
It was Luke—the guy who slacked off all day.
The more she thought about it, the more furious it made her.
It was like the heavens were chasing him around, shoving food into his mouth while asking, "You full yet? You full yet?"
Fiora nearly ground her teeth to dust.
What a waste of talent. A complete waste.
If she had that kind of treatment, she'd train twenty-five hours a day—out of twenty-four.
Lux glanced at Fiora again, confused. Weren't they just saying sword intent was incredibly hard?
So why did Luke make it look like he casually leveled up again?
She decided not to ask. It felt like asking would cause something bad to happen.
Instead, she focused on Luke.
His whole vibe had become gentler—almost refined. He stood calmly in the yard, and his sharp-featured face somehow looked even more handsome now.
Lux's eyes slowly brightened.
It really was a nice sight…
…as long as Luke didn't open his mouth.
With Wuju Sword Intent now at Perfection, Luke's intent condensed inside him. He opened his eyes and exhaled softly.
That "epiphany" feeling just now had been unbelievably strange—like his soul had been uplifted and released.
Wuju Sword Intent was special. After comprehending it, Luke also understood its origin.
It came from Ionia's Wuju Bladesman—Master Yi.
Luke hadn't expected that he still hadn't learned Wuju Swordsmanship… yet he'd somehow maxed out Wuju Sword Intent first.
Wuju Sword Intent was naturally terrifying.
Just look at its owner.
One man. One sword. Driving back an entire Noxian army.
That kind of power was monstrous—and that battle alone established Master Yi as a true sword grandmaster.
Of course, Luke didn't have Wuju Swordsmanship yet, so he couldn't fully unleash Wuju Sword Intent's true might.
But even without matching sword arts, a Perfection sword intent was still no joke.
Feeling extremely pleased, Luke's ego started swelling. He wanted to find someone to test it on.
Then he turned his head—and saw Fiora standing there at the gate, still stunned.
Luke's mouth curled into a smug Dragon King grin. He crooked a finger at her, arrogant as could be.
"Perfect timing. Duelist chick—spar with me."
The light vanished from Lux's eyes instantly. She clicked her tongue and looked away.
He's great in every way… except for the fact he has a mouth.
Fiora's brow twitched. Her lips tugged.
Chick?
In her head, the word echoed again and again.
Her cold eyes sank, emotion draining away like winter frost. A chilling smile rose on her lips.
"Sure," she said softly. "You want to spar? Then we'll spar as long as you like."
She'd already been sitting on a pile of bottled-up imbalance with nowhere to vent.
And now this idiot delivered himself right to her doorstep.
Of course she wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
Luke took one look at her expression and immediately knew something was wrong. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He waved both hands, forcing a laugh.
"Never mind, never mind—let's not spar."
But Fiora acted like she didn't hear him at all, stepping closer.
Luke backed up, growing nervous. "Uh… have you eaten? I can make breakfast?"
Breakfast didn't tempt her.
Fiora smiled—but it didn't feel like a smile at all. "Today, if you want to spar, we spar. If you don't want to spar…"
She leaned in slightly.
"…you're sparring anyway."
An hour later.
Luke lay there dead-eyed, like a burnt-out husk. Not getting up again anytime soon.
Fiora, meanwhile, was in an excellent mood. She calmly wiped down her blade, the smile on her lips completely genuine.
Before, she used to imagine training dummies were Luke whenever she practiced swordplay.
But today was different.
Today, she practiced on the real thing.
And honestly?
Real people and dummies weren't the same.
Swapping a dummy for actual Luke made the satisfaction jump fivefold—no, tenfold.
Her good mood didn't last long, though.
Fiora realized something today:
If she could bully Luke now, she should bully him a few more times.
Because at the rate he was growing, it wouldn't be long before he caught up—maybe even surpassed her.
She still remembered the first time she met him: he'd been wearing some stupid frog mask like a clueless idiot.
Back then, she had to suppress most of her strength to fight him.
The second time they met, she only needed to suppress half.
And today, she didn't need to suppress anything—she could let loose completely.
That alone proved how freakish Luke's growth rate was.
And Fiora could say it had been a long time since she'd fought a swordsman this enjoyably.
If today's Luke went back to that swordsmanship enthusiasts' training camp again, he'd probably become the strongest there without even breaking a sweat.
Wasn't that exactly what she'd wanted at the start?
She'd come here to raise Luke's swordsmanship—turn him into a qualified opponent.
She'd seen his talent early. What she wanted was to seek new insight in an evenly matched battle and break through to new heights.
But Luke lazed around all day, and it dragged her down too—she ended up training less, almost slacking off alongside him.
And yet, despite that, the original plan still somehow worked out.
During this period, Fiora also discovered something unexpected.
After she started relaxing more because Luke was "taking it easy," she actually gained an unforeseen benefit—one of her long-standing bottlenecks loosened and quietly improved.
It hadn't happened during sparring with Luke, but that didn't matter.
It made her realize, a bit late:
Maybe you didn't have to grind day and night without rest to get stronger.
Sometimes taking time to relax, recover, and reset… was a good choice too.
She just didn't know how long she could stay ahead of Luke.
Thinking that, Fiora sighed softly, then looked at Luke with complicated eyes.
Luke sensed her gaze and, exhausted, rolled over. "Give me a minute… I'll make breakfast soon."
Even half-dead, he was still thinking about cooking.
Fiora's lips lifted slightly.
For Luke to be willing to spar with her for a full hour today… that really wasn't easy.
Her imbalance had already faded. Thinking too much about it did nothing.
Instead of complaining about someone else's talent, it was better to blame yourself for not pushing hard enough.
Whining at the heavens was what weak people did.
She would just keep walking forward, step by step.
Luke really was tired.
He'd already burned stamina testing Godspeed Hundredfold earlier. You could say he'd sparred with Fiora using half a tank.
And even so, lasting an hour was already impressive to him.
Still, the spar helped him estimate Fiora's strength.
He was only Unyielding right now, but below Fearless he was basically a minor invincible—hardly anyone could challenge him.
Fiora was stronger than him, which meant her realm was at least Fearless.
And she was only one year older than Luke.
That kind of Fearless at that age?
No exaggeration—that was a real genius.
Still, genius or not, it didn't matter. Give Luke a little time, and one day he'd call her "duelist chick" however he wanted.
Thinking that, he couldn't help shooting her a smug glance.
Fiora caught it instantly.
She gave a smile with no warmth, her eyes sharpening.
She didn't know what nonsense he was thinking, but it definitely wasn't anything good.
Luke guiltily looked away.
Not yet…
Looks like for a while longer, he'd have to swallow his pride.
He sighed quietly.
"Ugh…"
Then someone else sighed at the exact same time.
Luke looked over and found Lux sitting there, her right hand propping up her face. She stared into space, clearly in a bad mood.
Then she sighed again. "Ugh…"
Luke got curious. "What's got you down? Say it out loud so I can enjoy it."
Lux snapped her head around and glared. "Shut up. I'm not in the mood."
Luke kept going. "Tell me. Maybe I can help."
Lux hesitated, clearly embarrassed, then finally admitted, "My tooth… hurts."
"Ha!"
Luke burst out laughing and copied her tone from before. "Weren't you the one saying, 'A little toothache is nothing'?"
Lux's face flushed. She was instantly furious. "It's your fault for jinxing me! You just had to talk about 'bad luck' that day!"
"I told you in advance," Luke chuckled. "I could already see you were about to run into something annoying soon."
Then he shrugged. "I even told you to pay up and ward it off. You didn't take it seriously. Who's to blame now?"
Based on her "face," Luke had guessed Lux would have a minor streak of bad luck in the next few days.
He just hadn't known what it would be.
Now he did.
Toothache.
Clearly from eating too many candy apples.
Luke made fresh candy apples every day, and Lux always ate the most—and enjoyed them the most.
Last time he warned her not to wreck her teeth, she'd acted all proud: A little toothache is nothing.
Now her tooth actually hurt, and suddenly she wasn't so tough.
"Ugh…"
Lux sighed again. She didn't even have the energy to argue anymore.
The last time she'd gotten a toothache from eating too much cake, even the dentist's medicine hadn't stopped it for days.
Toothache wasn't normal pain.
It drilled straight into your soul.
Just imagining she'd have to endure that for the next few days made her look ready to give up on life.
Sona, sitting nearby, wanted to comfort her—but didn't know how.
Because toothache was the kind of thing most people couldn't really fix.
And honestly, she could tell Lux had brought this on herself…
If she'd eaten even one less candy apple a day, she probably wouldn't be suffering.
"Alright, I'll take a look," Luke said, seeing how pitiful she was.
He got up, brushed himself off, and walked over.
Lux looked suspicious. "You can treat teeth too?"
"A little," Luke said modestly. "Open your mouth."
Lux hesitated, then tilted her head back and opened wide.
Luke leaned in slightly. From that angle, he could see her neat little rows of white teeth clearly.
Nearby, Sona and Fiora also watched with curiosity.
At this point, Luke randomly pulling out brand-new "skills" had become… almost normal to them.
After a couple seconds, Luke straightened. "Alright."
Lux shut her mouth and stared at him with big, expectant eyes.
Luke smiled. "No cavities. You've just eaten too much sugar. Wait here."
He turned and went inside.
Lux's teeth were actually well cared for—clean, small, tidy. It was definitely just the recent candy-apple binge.
The three girls watched Luke disappear into the house and waited.
Inside, Luke went to the pantry area and rummaged around.
He found some herbs and ingredients he already had on hand—stuff they sometimes used while cooking, so they kept it stocked.
"This should do."
He also still had plenty of rare fruits and ingredients in his inventory—some of which were extremely valuable medicinal materials.
Treating a simple toothache was nothing.
Soon, Luke came back out holding a small bowl.
He handed it to Lux. "Hold this in your mouth. Put it where it hurts. About five minutes."
Lux peered into the bowl, immediately hit by a bitter, medicinal smell. She pinched her nose.
The liquid inside was green and sticky-looking.
In a small voice, she asked, "I really have to drink that?"
Luke shrugged. "Drink it and you suffer for five minutes. Don't drink it, and your toothache suffers for at least a week."
He grinned and left the choice to her. "Your call."
Lux slowly lifted the bowl with trembling hands, staring at the green sludge, brows furrowed in intense internal struggle.
Writer's note: After this chapter, the plot will gradually unfold, moving beyond simple daily life.
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