Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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You ruthlessly pierced through her flimsy defenses once more, deliberately speaking in an icy tone:

"You asked me to search for traces of your childhood, just to tell me there's a reason for your current weakness? Or are you blaming your former relatives for the hardships of life? Or do you expect that after I find those things, I can give you some surprising help? Or in the end..."

"How could you say that to me!" Silver Shul interrupted you loudly. She lowered her head, gripped your arm tightly, and trembled, panting for a moment before whispering:

"How could you do this to me..."

Tears of grievance streamed down her smooth cheeks, gathering into large teardrops on her chin before falling heavily to the ground. Yin Xiuer released your hand, clutching her clothes tightly, struggling to keep her voice steady, and explained in a choked voice:

"I never thought about those things! I never felt like I was protesting anything by adopting this posture! It's just that I'm too weak... I don't know how to be positive, I don't know how to be as energetic as you..."

"I absolutely, absolutely did not mean to take advantage of you! I just... I just wanted you to understand me better! I wanted you to know what the real me is like! I don't know how to tell you, I like your feelings, I didn't know! I really didn't know..."

Realizing she had spoken out of control, Silver Shrew wiped away her tears, whimpered, and said in a soft voice:

"Perhaps it's because my thoughts are too complicated and my words are too clumsy that I've asked you to do something that could be misunderstood. If this has affected your mood, please blame me..."

"But at this moment, you must believe that what I'm saying is the truth, so please don't use those words to describe me anymore... Your criticism makes my heart clench, it hurts so much..."

You paused for a moment, ruffled her hair, and sighed, "What's wrong with that? It's okay to just speak your mind!"

"Huh?" Yin Xiuer wiped away her tears haphazardly, opened her eyes blankly, looked up at you, and said in a daze:

"Little La, what did you say?"

"I say, Miss Silvershoe, you..." you pinched her cheek and said with a smile:

"Although you possess genius-level talent in every aspect, you can be quite clumsy at times! If you could always express yourself clearly like this, you wouldn't have gotten yourself into such a mess!"

"W-what?!" Yin Xiu grabbed your sleeve and said hurriedly, "I'm not completely confused! I just often don't know what to do! The essentials and skills of interacting with people are just too difficult for me!"

"I know." You grinned, squeezed her fingers, and then, taking advantage of her momentary hesitation, pulled her into your arms, laughing as you said:

"Since you've already said it, I can't just let it go like this, Yinxiu'er, I like you too!"

"Even though it's been a short time, even though this isn't a very formal occasion, even though we haven't gone through much together, you are strong enough, excellent enough, and kind enough. Teacher Yin, you are a woman who could be my mother!"

"What are you talking about..." Yin Xiu'er, who was instinctively struggling, stiffened and couldn't help but complain. Then, as her body temperature gradually rose, she resigned herself to her fate and gave up struggling, letting you pat her back comfortingly. You stroked her hair, thought for a moment, and began to sing a lullaby.

"What..." After a long pause, Silver Hugh muttered, "From now on, please be gentler with me... Although I was too clumsy, I was really upset just now..."

"You were very sad before, but how are you now?" you asked with a smile.

[Silver Xiuer gently hugged your waist. After recalling the past for a moment, her consciousness returned to the present, to the warm touch of your body, to the dreamlike embrace.]

After a few seconds, she nudged your chest with her head and said with a soft laugh:

"Right now...I'm so happy."

Chapter 175 It's time to turn myself in to the Goddess Church in this lifetime.

Half an hour later, you walked out of Yin Xiu'er's apartment, intending to go home, when suddenly her hurried voice came from behind you, "Wait a minute, Xiao La!"

You turn around to see Yin Xiuer push open the front door, take a deep breath, and ask, "Um, do you still stand by what you said earlier?"

You paused, chuckled inwardly, and asked, as if deliberately teasing her, "What are you saying, Teacher Yin?"

"Ah..." Yin Xiu'er took a step back, slightly disappointed. Just as you were about to say something, she suddenly mustered her courage, quickly walked up to you, grabbed your hand, and asked:

"I mean, can I understand that...we've already...we've already confessed our feelings to each other?"

You were surprised to feel the trembling of her hands. Seeing her nervous expression, you stopped teasing her, grinned, and said:

"Of course, my dear teacher Gin!"

Silver Xiuer let out a long breath, withdrew her hand, and awkwardly clenched her hands behind her back. Looking into your eyes, she suddenly smiled and said:

"That's great... Thank you so much, Little La!"

"Oh, right, this is for you!" She took out a perfectly pure, round, emerald-green gemstone from her pocket, placed it in your hand, and said:

"This is one of the few still-useful items in my collection. It comes from the Elven race and is likely a tool they used to aid in meditation; humans can also use it. It contains a large amount of magic essence, which can be used as a magic essence reserve when necessary..."

"If you don't need it, you can give it to your mentor first. I'll give you a new gift once I find something suitable to give you!"

[Forest Sea Crystal: A crystal born from the boundless forest sea, it gathers powerful plant-based magic elements, which elves used to aid in their cultivation in ancient times. Over time, the magic elements within the crystal have exchanged with the outside world, and the proportions of the various magic elements within have gradually become balanced, thus making it usable by humans as well.]

On your way home, you examined the gem in your hand and sighed. Silvershur ultimately didn't retrieve the item she buried in the dwarven ruins, but you finally realized that she wasn't unable to face her past; rather, she had always drawn strength from her experiences to persevere in her life.

"She no longer needs to place her faith in those old objects..." you scratch your head, take out a silver coin from your pocket, and mutter to yourself;

"Teacher Yin said that over 95% of the kingdom's gold coins are in the hands of mages and nobles, while silver and copper coins are the main currencies circulating among the common people. Surprisingly, the total amount of copper coins is less than that of silver coins, because the circulation rate of copper coins is almost 100%, so there is no shortage of circulating copper coins..."

"As for the silver coins held by ordinary people, most of them were saved by them, with a circulation rate of less than 50%. In other words, the remaining half of the silver coins provided an equal source of livelihood for all ordinary people, preserving their last hope..."

[When you returned home, you showed the Senhai Crystal to Ateliers. The half-elf studied it carefully for a while and said:]

"I haven't seen this kind of crystal in a long time. Many years ago, it was indeed popular among the elves, but since the Mother Tree is gone, the supply of this crystal has become increasingly scarce. I've never actually used it."

"So that's how it is. It was created by the power of the Mother Tree?" You scratched your head, left the crystal for the half-elf to study, returned to your room, stretched, and murmured:

"Plagiarist, get on the phone! Get on the phone!"

You chuckled, feeling refreshed, and connected to the magic network. As you entered your spell communication area, you began to contemplate your next move:

"First, increase your strength and fill the entire magic network with yellow waste; second, after reaching the sixth ring, exit the seclusion and investigate historical facts, but this isn't mandatory. It's currently known that the Dwarf King and the Pope both know about one aspect of what happened back then—no, it should be said that those who experienced that era should know a little bit..."

"Several principals, mainly Principal Zhelis, who may be Teacher Yin's father, and the others... don't seem to be involved in any secrets."

"The current Queen has not been in power for long, and the royal family should not have played much of a role in it. As for other principals who are close to the Queen, there should not be much room for them to be exploited."

"Or rather, I could spend this lifetime trying to enter the Goddess's Church? As the protagonist who controls the magic network, the Goddess's Church should be the most suitable place to explore, right?"

You snapped out of your daze, looking at the vibrant and diverse comments on the erotic music in the chat area, and suddenly gasped, muttering to yourself:

"Holy crap, I'm already in this state, wouldn't joining the Goddess Church be... wouldn't that be the same as surrendering?!"

"No, no, no, it's just writing a novel, it's not that serious..." You cast aside your worries, took a breath, laughed, rubbed your hands together, and said, "Magic Network, Magic Network, I'm about to unleash my full power on you!"

After a passionate writing session, you uploaded yet another terrible spell, furiously updating the first ten chapters of "The Record of the Goddess of Yanium." Watching your already established fanbase flood the comments section with their enthusiastic responses, you were overjoyed by the continuous stream of magical feedback. It took you a while to come to your senses, and while adjusting the trajectory of your projectiles, you shook your head and sighed:

"It's just so-so. Magic Network, step up your efforts!"

That's true, but you suddenly understand why people tirelessly upload all sorts of trashy spells. It turns out, besides the effect of obtaining magical feedback, there's also this feeling of being high on your luck...

"No, this can't go on." You took a deep breath and said seriously, "I, Latis, must create truly useful spells, so that everyone can enjoy reading them and be amazed by their practicality! This is what we mages should do... Ah, if the heavens had not given birth to Latis, the magic network would have remained in eternal darkness!"

[The next day, you uploaded another terrible spell, and you were so happy with the mana feedback that you couldn't breathe.]

On the third day, you missed an update because you wanted to save up the magic feedback for a day to see if it would double the fun.

On the fourth day, you opened the magic network, your whole body trembling as you uploaded a new, trashy spell. Finally, lying in bed, you suddenly realized:

"So, the magic network is also a kind of Holy Grail!"

A month passed in the blink of an eye. You pushed open the door after a long absence, your face thin and weak, looking at the dim autumn sunlight. You wiped your face and murmured:

"Damn, it's too bright! I shouldn't go out today..."

"Brother, this won't do!" came the worried voice of the half-elf, followed by a long vine binding your body and pulling you out of the room.

"Yo, Arte, long time no see." You chuckled awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a deep, serious voice, "I've been thinking about the balance between the dynamics and the statics of life. At first, I thought that life lies in still meditation, where all worldly doubts can find metaphysical answers..."

"Wait, wait, wait!" the half-elf called out to you in a panic, her pointed ears twitching wildly, betraying her confusion. She raised her hand, uttering in a daze, "Big brother, what are you trying to say?!"

"I say, life is about movement!" you shout fervently, struggling to stretch out your hands, excitedly saying, "Put me down, I'm going to exercise! They say you need to cultivate your inner strength, and externally strengthen your muscles and skin; to learn a move, you must first learn the fundamentals; to learn the fundamentals, you must first train like an ox. I'm going to train like an ox right now!"

"Oh... um?!" The half-elf instinctively put you down, watching you shoot off like a wild horse. Suddenly, she realized what you meant and paused, "Training the bull... what is that?"

You ran wildly through the streets of Lundia like a winter-swimming pigeon, the thick magical energy filling your lungs like heavy steam. You choked a couple of times, glanced at the indifferent pedestrians on either side, grinned for a moment, and then turned and walked into the academy.

You first stole a glance at Ms. Yin, who was teaching a class. Thinking you were about to enter, she quietly beckoned to you and removed the bag she had been saving for you in the front row. You chuckled, tiptoed inside, and kissed her when she wasn't looking, then turned and ran.

Silver Xiuer shuddered, her face flushing crimson, and the demonstration magic in her hands instantly dissipated. She quickly covered her face with her enormous magic notebook, glanced at Kachi's retreating figure, coughed, put down the notebook, and, facing the students' stunned gazes, thought for a moment before saying:

"It seems everyone is still easily distracted in research class. In that case, to ensure a smooth final exam in winter, we will add two extra test papers as homework every day..."

[You scratched your head, hearing the sudden burst of sighs from Teacher Yin's class, snapped out of your reverie, looked at the Walmart principal in front of you, and demonstrated your fifth-ring strength.]

[Yes, although you indulged in the magic network for a month, you also successfully and painlessly leveled up to the fifth ring thanks to the magical feedback from tens of thousands of readers.]

Walmart, sensing the intensity of your magic, sprang from its seat in shock, pointed at you, and was speechless.

"Principal, can't you tell the difference between a game and reality anymore?" you muttered, changing your badge as if nothing was wrong. Then, you patted Walmart's cat-ear-like hairstyle, laughed, and left the principal's office.

[Riding high on your journey to the other two academies, you opened the magic network again, enjoying the occasional magical feedback. Suddenly, you froze, breaking out in a cold sweat, and murmured:]

"Wait, something's not right! The magic from my fellow readers is flowing into my body and making me feel so good, doesn't that mean... Holy crap! Why didn't anyone tell me that uploading spells on the magic network is also a form of selling sex?"

You wiped the cold sweat from your forehead and quickly disconnected the magic network. This inexplicable association sent a chill down your spine. You scolded your own wild thoughts as you muttered to yourself:

"No, it's only similar in form, the nature is completely different. Damn, now I'm really never addicted to the magic network again..."

You quickly exchanged your year badges at Bogu Academy and Queen's Academy. Leaving aside the old man Fisherman, who was caught up in self-doubt about the magic engine, you looked at Richman and Zerris, who were both completely dumbfounded, and couldn't help but scratch your head, asking:

"Truly befitting nobles, your identical expressions...did you all practice this before?"

"Huh? Agree?" Richman raised an eyebrow, glanced at Zerris's comical expression, clicked his tongue in disgust, and turned away, thoroughly disapproving.

"Young man, you're even more capable than I imagined," Principal Zerris said in surprise. "I'm starting to suspect that you'll be able to go on diplomatic missions with me in less than six months."

"Really? I agreed to that?" Having been engrossed in the Magic Network for over a month, you finally remembered what had happened. You stroked your chin and said:

"Sure, I also have some things I'd like to ask you about."

"What is it?" A slight smile had just appeared on Zerris's face when an inexplicable chill instantly made him freeze, his expression hardening. He frowned, glanced around to make sure Richman wasn't spying on him, and then asked again in a low voice, "What is it?"

"Oh, just a small question about your romantic history," you said, grinning as you uttered words that sent chills down his spine.

Several months passed quickly, during which time the London Daily News reported several major news stories:

Firstly, the Dragon Knight Tina took the initiative to sever ties with her family, which caused a huge uproar throughout the Kingdom of Norard. However, Tina did not explain, but simply resigned from her position as the Knight of Lundia and returned to the Holy City. Her family was replaced by other families after a period of turmoil, making it a farce with no winners.

Secondly, the apprentice guide, Lady Mitu, returned to the Goddess Church as deep winter approached. For the remainder of the year until spring, the apprentice guidance will be handled by local mages in various regions. Coincidentally, the "Establishing Nodes" course at the Queen's Academy has concluded, and many nobles who studied "Governance" have been dispatched to various regions. The accompanying mages have just expanded the local mage strength.

Thirdly, Princess Slinger's first appearance at a noble social event, although she did not actively communicate with anyone, also represents a signal that the little princess is about to build her own power and will no longer be just a marginal member of the royal family as before.

Fourth, Principal Zerris of Queen's Academy invoked the school's official seal to restart a long-stalled diplomatic plan. Surprisingly, Principal Richman did not object, but instead accepted the seal and left. It is rumored that Principal Zerris's first stop will be the Kingdom of Andora, accompanied by only one person, who is said to be none other than Lord Latis, the "Father of Dragons," who vanished in a fire a few months prior…

"What the hell did you do? Did you seduce his wife?! How did you get on the wrong side of the cyber police?!" Zerris cursed as he sprinted across the ice. Due to the scarcity of magic energy here, his magic cloak could only support him for short glides. As for why he wasn't using flight magic, it was because he was currently offline.

"I can't get there!" You felt the layers of risk warnings raining down on your head from the magic net, and shouted without changing your expression, "He must be jealous of my talent, advancing to the sixth ring in just a few months!"

"Damn it, thankfully I can still run as a legend..." Zerris's magic surged, instantly breaking free of the magical restraints covering him. Without connecting to the magic network, he forcefully poured magic into his spell cloak, then turned and shouted at you:

"Goodbye, there wasn't even time to wave, kid. See you a hundred miles ahead..."