“Friend! Hug!”
Liya jumped off Pika General’s plump yellow head, pounced to Jon’s feet, and gave his calf a big hug.
Jon bent down and picked Liya up.
He intended to poke and tease her as he used to, but his hand stopped halfway, hesitating.
Lili, though still the same size, could no longer be called a “little girl”.
She seemed to have suddenly grown a lot, her figure standing tall, with the delicate curves of a girl’s developing waist and hips.
What made Jon hesitate even more were the details on Lili’s body…
If before she was lifelike, now she was indistinguishable from a real person.
Every inch of skin was vividly detailed, and he even felt a soft, dreamy “touch of flesh” in his palm, as if truly touching a young girl’s tender skin.
“Lili, you…”
Jon’s face turned a little red.
“Mm! Friend! What is it!”
Liya recovered a bit of her childish innocence, answering brightly and at ease.
“Nothing, just a bit shocked by your change.”
Jon snapped back, pretending to cough to cover his embarrassment.
He quickly changed the topic: “By the way, Lili, these two on the ground are…”
“They’re friends of a friend!”
Liya jumped down, patted Pika General’s butt, and Yellow Rat immediately dashed off, dragging Little Black Wheel for a lap around the field.
Not only fast, but also impressively spirited.
Jon didn’t know how to evaluate this scene.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
“Lili’s friends… are as energetic as she is.”
“Hey~”
Liya played dumb, grinning, and quickly climbed back into the Hero’s collar.
Unknowingly, she’d grown familiar with this “old spot”.
The sky was dark, the moon cold, and rain poured heavily.
Dozens of magic guide vehicles delivered grain to the Rossi City government warehouse overnight.
Tonight, the Longevity Army guarded the warehouse.
The military’s strict discipline was on full display; there was no need for extra words.
They swiftly swapped the military grain inside without a trace.
As the food was transported back to the Disaster Victim Camp outside the city, Jon felt a bittersweet relief burst in his chest.
The crisis that had worried him, that had been a threat hanging over his head for days, was finally resolved.
Teacher’s mind really is the sharpest.
At that moment.
Jonathan, leading the men of the same village, was already waiting at the military camp entrance.
“Jon, I’ve had eight empty camps cleared out, dug cellars and drainage ditches. Later, we’ll put the food in directly. Tomorrow morning, I’ll borrow a few big pots, and we’ll cook porridge so everyone can have a proper meal.”
Jon’s face was glowing.
“Teacher, thank you, you’re always so thoughtful.”
Jonathan laughed heartily at this.
“I may not be that learned, but when it comes to organizing village affairs, I have plenty of experience.”
Liya curled up in the Hero’s arms, clicking her tongue with a hint of exasperation.
Indeed, only experienced in managing small village matters, no skill for big things.
One or two hundred people can be arranged this way, but for three thousand, it’s a whole different story.
Take the simple example of distributing porridge: one person takes half a minute on average, a minute if they dawdle.
With five pots running, it’d still take a whole day to finish, and people would starve before getting food.
On top of that, you have to consider time lost traveling from different camps, the risk of catching cold in the rain, preventing greedy little troublemakers from cutting the line, and even the problem of people relieving themselves wherever in the queue…
And that’s just humans—who are relatively obedient.
If it’s demonfolk, she’d have to worry about Pighead Demons getting impatient and eating their companions, or everyone having diarrhea and running off midline!
Sigh, thinking about it just makes her want to cry.
Liya decided that, based on her blood-soaked experience, she’d better draft an initial organizational structure and hand it to the village chief for reference.
That way, this damned camp wouldn’t explode into a mess and ruin the grand plan of her Pupu tribe’s rise.
That night, before dawn, Jon finally let his nerves relax and sleepiness crept in.
Without bothering to bathe or change, he found a relatively dry bed and drifted into shallow slumber.
Taking advantage of the Hero’s snoring, Liya stayed up by lamplight, writing a “Temporary Organization Structure of Abandoned Town” draft.
She even detailed the requirements and main duties for each role.
If the recipient still couldn’t understand, she truly gave up!
The letter sent out.
After confirming no one noticed along the way, Liya slipped back quietly.
She continued training Pika General to control lightning, and further tested her new van method.
First was…
After growing larger, she could now [devour] bigger things!
Fully unleashing her form and switching to the powerful “Multi-Clawed Tentacle Pupu Form,” ordinary beasts of the same size were no match for her.
The effect of Hero’s Power remained strong, fusing into the magic circuit and enhancing almost every skill.
Whether it was expanding the range and effect of [Pupu Fragrance] or increasing the duration and precision of [Summon], all were improved.
However, with [Link] and [Modification], the enhancements became rather strange.
[Link] seemed unchanged.
At first, Liya thought the strengthening was ineffective.
But later, she realized the link no longer consumed her magic.
In other words, the [Link] effect was now permanent—its duration infinite, and the number of links was no longer limited by magic drain.
[Modification], enhanced by Hero’s Power, was even more special.
She found she could reconstruct the magic circuits inside Pupu, allowing her to swap useless skills for similar, but more practical ones.
A bold idea slowly took root in Liya’s mind.
She’d once tried to push for industrialization in the Demon World—a kind of “Magic Guide Industrialization” with local flavor.
But with limited time and the demons’ erratic nature, it never took off.
Now?
Sorry, this Pupu alone is an industrial revolution!
Yet Liya understood that to realize this idea would require a huge amount of Hero’s Power.
If she just relied on daily leeching, how many years would it take to gather enough?
There’s no way…
“Cough cough cough——! No way! Absolutely not! That’s a one-way road with no return!”
“I must be a principled Demon King!”
Liya’s face flushed, and she quickly cut off the overly bold thought.
Once again, she lamented:
“Hero’s body is full of treasure, yet this king can’t taste any.”
Who knew which little green monsters would benefit from all those magic-rich fluids in the end?
Sigh~!
After venting, Liya mounted the Lightning Rat and slowly returned to the Hero’s room.
Following her “every bit counts” policy, she squeezed into the Hero’s collar, pressing close to his hot, vigorously beating heart.
[Hero’s body is so warm. Is this what it means to be a passionate youth?]
Liya spread herself wider, her face reddening at her own wandering thoughts.
Suddenly.
The Hero, in his sleep, reached out and gently stroked her, murmuring, “Lili… don’t be afraid… don’t be afraid…”
Liya’s face turned rosy as the sudden tension in her body melted away under the Hero’s gentle tone.
She suppressed the strange comfort brought by their touch, her soft body trembling slightly, her heart warmed.
She thought:
“The Hero’s a good person, even in dreams he protects me…”
But then, the Hero muttered another line:
“Don’t be afraid… Lili… I’m not some pervert who bullies Pupu…”
Liya: “???”
She suddenly panicked.
No, bro, what kind of dream are you having?!
Help! I’m scared!
I won’t leech anymore! I won’t leech, alright?!