Chapter 11

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The introduction of the Favorability System made Walter very embarrassed.

This was because the system was a two-way street.

Walter could check his favorability, and others could also check Walter’s favorability.

Two people who were not very familiar with each other could just greet each other politely after meeting each other.

However, there was the Favorability System.

The two could check each other’s favorability ratings. If they found that it was only in the single digits, or even 0, what an awkward scene this would be.

[Ding, system corrected.]

[In order to reduce the impact on the host, the favorability rating system has been corrected to only be effective on the host and the player. Aboriginals are unable to check their favorability ratings.]

The system seemed to be able to sense Walter’s thoughts and quickly corrected it.

It was normal for players to check their favorability ratings.

After all, it was a game.

Both sides were also connected by quests.

They did not feel anything out of the ordinary.

However, from the sound of the system notification, the system did not hide the fact that he was a transmigrator and that this was a game world.

As expected, it could read his thoughts. Did the system realize that Walter already knew that this was Genesis?

Walter wanted to ask the system if he could log off like other players and return to the real world.

In the end, he held back.

The real world and the game world were not that different.

The game world at least had the difference between nobles and commoners. It could prevent these crazy women from getting close to him immediately.

In the real world, he could only keep dodging.

Walter had just calmed himself down when he heard a clear voice ring out in the palace.

“You dare to stop me? Do you know who I am?”

“Where is Brother Walter? I want to see Brother Walter.”

Judging from the voice, it should be a little girl who had just come of age.

Walter was in a daze for a moment. A strange memory came to his mind, and he finally knew who the newcomer was.

Angela, the only daughter of the pope of the Supreme God Church, was also one of the candidates for Saintess.

The two met after Walter became a Holy Knight.

At that time, Angela was in the trial of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and she met a small group of undead.

The templars that were following her quickly took care of the undead, but the young Angela insisted that there were some schemes behind this.

The leading warrior tried to persuade her, but Angela refused to listen and cast a Divine Spell — Detective Evil.

This was a One-Circle Divine Spell that could even be cast by the apprentice priests in the church.

However, one should not underestimate it just because its rank was low.

This was the only divine spell that could ignore all defenses.

Detective Evil was a spell of the Detective Camp. The people of the Light Camp would release white light, and the people of the Dark Camp would release dark red evil light.

To the creatures of the Dark Camp, Detective Evil was a blatant provocation.

It was like being slapped in the face when you were walking on the road.

The damage might not be great, but it was extremely insulting.

Once you were marked, the dark creatures would definitely go crazy and fight with you.

Even the evil Gods were not immune.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains was the headquarters of the Dark Camp.

Angela used Detective Evil and countless dark creatures emerged from the ground with dazzling red light.

It was as if the end of the world had arrived.

The templars almost cried at that moment.

It was just a small test of courage, so they did not think that a little girl could cause such a big mess…

With Angela’s courage, there was no need for a test.

This itself was an insult to Angela.

Seeing that everyone was about to be drowned by the dark creatures, Walter rode the Golden Holy Dragon and rushed over.

Fortunately, Walter happened to be nearby. After seeing the Detective Evil’s light, he quickly rushed over.

Using Detective Evil in the Hundred Thousand Mountains was no different from firing a cannon in the toilet. It was simply looking for trouble.

Walter appeared in time and saved Angela and her entourage.

However, he did not expect Angela to get attached to him from then on.

Angela was a Saintess, and her father was the pope. Who dared to provoke her?

Walter did not provoke Angela either, so he always used various excuses to avoid her. He even rarely went to the church.

He did not expect that even though he was hiding in the palace, Angela still came to find him.

“Brother Walter, I heard that you’re going to choose a consort. What do you think of me?”

“I’m already an adult. I can just marry you, hehe!”

When Angela saw Walter, she instantly burst into a big smile and skipped over.

“Stop, what do you know, you little brat?”

“Hurry up and go back. Don’t follow me.”

The moment Walter saw Angela, his head started to hurt again.

It seemed that Angela had also caused a lot of damage to Walter’s original body.

“Brother Walter scolded me, sob sob!”

Angela was despised by Walter the moment they met. She immediately pouted her lips in grievance, and her big eyes quickly filled with tears.

“Stop, you know that I’m most afraid of this.”

“As long as you don’t cry, you can do whatever you want.”

Walter raised his hands in surrender.

He was not good at socializing to begin with, so he was even more helpless against the fickle little fairy Angela.

“Really? Including marrying you?”

As expected, Angela instantly stopped crying and put on a bright smile.

A teardrop was still hanging on her fair little face.

Walter did not know which part of her was a disguise.

“Of course not.”

“Besides, your activities are limited to the palace. You are not allowed to run around, and you are not allowed to cause trouble.”

Walter did not even look at Angela. He turned around and returned to the room, holding his sword with both hands, ready to continue meditating.

Meditation was the way the Sword Saint communicated with the sword.

The Sword Saint’s cultivation method was similar to that of the ascetic monk. He cultivated energy called Qi and needed to maintain peace of mind at all times.

For others, there were too many temptations in this colorful world.

It was very difficult to not be affected by desire and keep one’s mind pure.

For Walter, he wished that no one would pay attention to him. It was rare for him to have peace of mind.

He could be said to be a natural Sword Saint.

Walter’s insistence on not getting married and not accepting concubines had a lot to do with his ability as a Sword Saint.

After all, he had just transmigrated, so there was still a difference between his compatibility with the sword in his hand and his original body.

“Brother Walter, is this a necklace? It’s looks so good. Can you give it to me?”

“No.”

“What’s on it? Damn it, I can’t reach it. Look at me, Hey!”

Clang!

Bang!

A precious piece of porcelain fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

This was porcelain from the distant East, and it was extremely precious even in the royal family.

More importantly, this was a relic left behind by Walter’s original mother.

There were only two in total, and now there was only one left.

Bang!

At this moment, there was not a single one left.

The corners of Walter’s eyes twitched, but he still forced himself to keep his eyes closed and maintain the posture of meditation.

Clang!

An iron jar fell on Walter’s head.

“Angela!” Walter was angered.