Chapter 42: The Time-Traveling Forgiveness Hat-Viajando em Paralelo: Começando pelo Retorno ao Espaço do Senhor Supremo(O espírito se espalha por todo o universo.)

Waking from his slumber, Wu Xian opened his eyes and instinctively glanced to his side, only to find the space beside his pillow empty.

Seeing the lingering, disheveled traces on the bed and throughout the room, images of last night—steeped in indulgence and madness—automatically surfaced in his mind.

How should he put it? Suggesting that Zhan Lan exchange for the healing factor ability had truly been a wise choice. Otherwise, had she been an ordinary woman without such enhancement, she might not have been able to withstand his intensity, let alone be able to leave the room on her own two feet the next day.

"Come to think of it, she hasn't gone back to her own room, has she? This scene... it really feels like being discarded by a heartless woman."

As he thought this, Wu Xian’s expression suddenly shifted. Having noticed something, a trace of surprise appeared on his face. However, he soon smiled, rose from the bed, slipped on a pair of pajama pants, and walked barefoot out of the bedroom.

As previously mentioned, the seaside mansion Wu Xian had imagined was enormous, with each floor exceeding a thousand square meters. It took him several minutes of walking after leaving his bedroom to reach his destination.

Within his sight, a graceful figure appeared in the kitchen, seemingly busy and struggling with the stove. There was no doubt that this figure belonged to none other than Zhan Lan. She was no longer dressed as a Valkyrie in battle armor; instead, she wore only one of his white dress shirts, focusing intently on preparing breakfast.

The casserole on the induction cooker bubbled softly, releasing an alluring aroma. Simultaneously, the simulated sunlight from outside the seaside mansion spilled in through the glass, illuminating her soft contours and figure, making the morning kitchen appear exceptionally peaceful and serene.

Suddenly, Zhan Lan turned her head and spotted him. Her flushed face, as if nourished by fresh dew, broke into a tranquil smile. "You're awake."

Wu Xian smiled and appraised her for a moment, his gaze lingering particularly on the "absolute territory" and the deep cleavage, before he walked forward, wrapped his arms around her, and said in a low, soft voice, "Why are you up so early?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I got up to make something to eat." Feeling the intimacy of Wu Xian’s touch, Zhan Lan blushed slightly. Seemingly reminded of what happened last night, her voice trembled ever so slightly. "Are you hungry? I made century egg and lean meat congee. It’ll be ready in a moment."

"Century egg and lean meat congee... Sigh, as expected. After eggs, have you finally stretched your demonic claws toward duck eggs?"

Wu Xian’s teasing remark successfully earned him a small fist against his chest. Of course, this was only from his perspective; with Zhan Lan’s current physical capabilities, if she hadn't intentionally controlled her strength, that punch might have left a robust man crying for a long time.

After another round of affectionate, nauseating banter, the congee in the casserole was finally ready, accompanied by several other exquisite breakfast items exchanged from the "God" entity. The two brought the food to the living room, and Wu Xian had Friday project a well-rated romantic comedy from the future. As they ate while watching, it truly felt like a couple living together.

Over half an hour passed, and the movie was only halfway through. Zhan Lan, having laughed until her stomach ached, sprawled across Wu Xian’s lap, her head and shoulders occasionally shaking. Anyone unaware might have thought they were doing something scandalous in broad daylight.

"Pah! Shameless!" Feeling the heat so close to her, Zhan Lan blushed and spat, preparing to get up and leave. But the next second, a large, warm hand pressed down on the back of her head.

...

An hour later, around nine in the morning, the current members of the China Team—excluding Wu Xian and Zhan Lan—had all arrived at the "God" plaza, beginning their first gathering since returning.

Undoubtedly, when they saw the golden stone tablet appear, everyone was astonished. Upon reading the team battle rules and the warnings from the previous generation of the China Team, their faces turned solemn, and the joy of their massive harvest in the *Alien* mission faded by more than half.

Thus, after exchanging greetings, the group—each preoccupied with their own thoughts—tacitly gathered on the sofas in the hall. For a long time, silence reigned, and the atmosphere grew increasingly awkward.

Unexpectedly, it was Chu Xuan, the "poker face," who broke the eerie atmosphere, beginning to explain the ins and outs of the golden stone tablet’s appearance. Following that, he questioned Zheng Zha and the other veterans, primarily regarding their bloodline enhancements and the equipment or skills they had exchanged for, before presenting several of his own discoveries regarding the "God" dimension.

Because of the spoilers provided by the intruder Wu Xian, Chu Xuan did not bring up the "creation of a bodyguard" theory from the original work this time, instead expressing significant interest in the conditions required for reincarnators to return to their previous worlds.

"Click!"

At that moment, the sound of a door opening echoed. Everyone looked toward the sound to see Wu Xian appearing at his bedroom door, saying "Good morning" while holding the hand of Zhan Lan, whose cheeks were still flushed, as they walked out together.

"Ah, this..."

Seeing this, Zheng Zha felt a sense of familiarity. After recalling for a moment, he realized: isn't this exactly the scene he saw the morning after he created Luo Li? Of course, there was a difference—last time, it was Wu Xian coming out of Zhan Lan's room, but this time, it was Wu Xian leading Zhan Lan out of his own room...

Wait! Leading!

Zheng Zha’s eyes widened. Looking at their fingers laced together, he felt as if he had discovered something crucial.

"Haha! Captain! Let’s see how you talk your way out of this one!" Zheng Zha slapped the arm of the sofa, laughing excitedly as if he had discovered the news of the century, leaving Wu Xian quite speechless.

*What the hell are you laughing at?*

*Do you have any idea what your relationship with Zhan Lan is in another timeline? If I round this off, it’s basically like I’m wearing a green hat for you across a parallel world, you idiot!*

"Ahem..."

Wu Xian raised a hand to his mouth to cough, then, under the gossiping, inquisitive gazes of the others, said calmly, "That’s right, as you can see, the revolutionary friendship between Comrade Zhan Lan and myself was slightly elevated last night. So, starting from today, you may address her as 'Captain's Lady'."

"Of course, you don't have to call her that, but in your hearts, you must respect and cherish her just as you do me... Do you all understand?"

"Understood!!"

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Zha was the first to echo, followed by a burst of hearty laughter. Excluding Chu Xuan, everyone else—including Zero—laughed along. This caused Zhan Lan’s blush to deepen; she pinched the soft flesh at Wu Xian’s waist hard while using her telekinesis to flip the sofa Zheng Zha was sitting on.

A moment later, the joyful farce ended. Wu Xian draped his arm around Zhan Lan’s waist and sat on the sofa that symbolized the "Captain's Throne." He then scanned the members of the China Team, his expression gradually turning serious.

"Alright, as is customary, the next step is for everyone to report their gains from the horror movie. I'll go first this time."