TDKAW 08

Chapter – 08

Perfect Score Love Letter

[Strength Lv.10 → Strength Lv.12]

[Magic Power Lv.11 → Magic Power Lv.13]

[Mental Barrier Lv.4 → Mental Barrier Lv.5]

After upgrading the two attributes [Strength] and [Magic Power], as well as the skill [Mental Barrier], the 1,300 points were wiped out in an instant.

“Man, money sure spends faster than it earns…”

Lynn upgraded Strength to make his fists hit harder.

Upgrading Magic Power would increase the number of skill uses and duration.

In this world of swords, magic, and survival of the fittest, Strength and Magic Power were the marks of a true powerhouse.

As for skills, Lynn currently only had two non-combat skills: [Silver Tongue] and [Mental Barrier].

It wasn’t that they were useless—without them, Garron would’ve already beaten him to death, or Rena would have controlled him, or even cut him down.

It could only be said that every step held deadly danger, and he relied entirely on his silver tongue.

“Definitely not sustainable like this—I need to get a combat skill. And not just that, I need points—lots of points.”

Lynn carefully calculated.

He had obtained these two skills as rewards when gods started paying attention to his channel.

Currently, ‘Seraph’ had entered the channel, but hadn’t followed him yet.

If he could get ‘Seraph’s’ follow, he should hopefully get a combat skill, right?

The other way to acquire skills… probably through completing quests?

Lynn had already completed an E-rank main quest, which only rewarded 500 points.

Based on years of gaming experience, quest rewards should be more varied. That was something to look forward to.

As for methods of earning points, they included god tips, quest rewards, level-up bonuses, and so on.

Unfortunately, the two freeloaders ‘Pure Love Invincible’ and ‘Entertainment till Death’ were truly unreliable.

Lynn knew very well that they followed him purely for entertainment.

“I guess that’s the meaning of being a ‘streamer’…” Lynn smiled bitterly.

Having the traits “Transmigrator” and “Streamer,” the former was easy to understand, but the latter… he was genuinely baffled.

“Did someone deliberately summon me to this world? Made me a so-called ‘streamer’? Are there other ‘transmigrators’ and ‘streamers’ out there?”

The more Lynn thought about it, the more it felt like he was being set up.

But what could he do about it now?

He could only take it step by step, using the cards in his hand to carefully survive and break out.

“I didn’t expect dozing off in math class to carry such huge risks—damn!”

All sorts of jumbled thoughts swirled into a mess in Lynn’s mind.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Until they finally closed completely…

—

The next morning.

The young man and woman in the same bed opened their eyes at almost the same moment.

Each saw the other’s sleeping face.

When they had fallen asleep, they’d been back-to-back.

Waking up now, they were face-to-face.

Lynn had never experienced this before, and neither had Rena.

“You crossed the line!” they both said in unison.

“Huh?! You crossed the line!” they said again simultaneously.

Lynn had proof that she had crossed the line!

“Your hand was on me. What do you have to say about that? According to the rules you set last night, should I chop it off?”

Rena: “…”

She nervously withdrew her hand. “You… you crossed the line too!”

“Bull,” Lynn said confidently. “My hands, feet, and body were all properly on my side. May I ask, Saintess, where exactly did I cross the line?”

“You!—” Rena glanced at him. “Your clothes crossed the line!”

“Fine, I’ll hand this shirt over to you for disposal. And then you can reach out your left hand so I can chop it off.”

“You bastard…” Rena gritted her teeth. “I’ve always had good sleeping posture. You definitely moved my hand onto you while I was asleep on purpose!”

“Oh ho, playing dirty, are you?” Lynn smiled slightly. “Can’t take the loss, Saintess?”

“Me? The great Flame Saintess? Can’t take a loss?!” Rena was fired up. “These hands still need to deal with Garron. Once he’s dead, then I’ll let you chop them off!”

Lynn: “…”

Looking at Rena’s serious expression, he couldn’t tell if she was genuine or just acting.

“How about this,” Lynn suggested. “We’ll make a record of your transgression. If—and I’m saying *if*—I accidentally cross the line tonight, we’ll cancel each other out. That way we won’t have to chop off hands or feet. What do you say?”

At a disadvantage, Rena could only nod in agreement, emphasizing awkwardly:

“Don’t use this as an excuse to deliberately cross the line.”

Lynn frowned. “Who’d want to.”

Rena: “…”

She genuinely wanted to chop Lynn up!

**[Rena genuinely wants to chop you up.]**

Lynn knew in his heart that the fact that Rena wasn’t planning to mince him into filling for dogs was already a display of the Saintess’s magnanimity…

“Get up.”

Lynn got out of bed first to wash up.

Today, they would begin their “hustler” plan.

Work hard to boost their performance and get Garron’s attention.

This way, they could earn the qualifications to become one of Garron’s personal guards, and finally carry out the surprise assassination plan.

“Rena, I need to remind you of a couple of things,” Lynn instructed. “First, you’re supposedly a female knight of the Papal Court whose abilities were all sealed by Garron using forbidden magic. Don’t reveal your true strength under any circumstances. If you do slip up, you absolutely must silence anyone who sees it—no third party besides me can know about your situation.”

“I don’t need you to remind me of that,” Rena said. “I’ll play my part well.”

“The second reminder is… don’t forget, you’re my wife—”

“Shameless!” Rena cursed.

“This is obviously more unfortunate for *me*, okay? You think I wanted to draw you?”

Lynn wanted to draw a cat-girl as his wife!!!

“Remember, this is also a role you need to play.”

Rena bit her lip and accepted it.

She had originally thought that with her obedience potion, she wouldn’t care who she was drawn by.

The problem was, the obedience potion didn’t work on that bastard Lynn!

Even if Rena was furious, she could only accept reality.

After Rena finished washing up, Lynn waved his hand and reminded her:

“Hold my arm. We’re going to the street for breakfast.”

Rena reluctantly asked, “Is that necessary?”

“It’s the first day, so yes. We won’t have to do this as much later on.”

“Fine…” Rena obediently took Lynn’s arm.

The two walked out the door, the very picture of a loving couple.

“Don’t get any strange ideas about me,” Rena whispered. “This is just for show.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Lynn whispered back. “What I like are cat-girls!”

Rena: “…”

**[Rena silently calls you a pervert—a human actually liking cat-girls, an absolute pervert!]**

Let Rena think whatever she wanted.

Lynn was more concerned about something else:

Shouldn’t ‘Pure Love Invincible’ be making a move?

Sure enough.

**[You and Rena are arm-in-arm early in the morning, flaunting love and feeding dog food to the single. ‘Pure Love Invincible’ says the dog food is delicious. For that, He gave you an item—’Perfect Score Love Letter’.]**

Ah, well—

Lynn was a bit surprised.

Aside from tipping points, they could also send “gifts”? This really was like a livestream?!

But this “Perfect Score Love Letter”… what the hell was that???