This was one of the life-saving items he’d exchanged from the system’s weekly store using the power of the Seven Deadly Sins.

“Glory Potion.”

It instantly healed all injuries below domain-level and neutralized most toxin effects for the user.

This was Lyn’s ultimate trump card for survival. But since this child would go to such lengths for him, how could he be stingy with a mere item?

“What’s this?” Xing Luo curiously eyed the milky-white potion Lyn pulled out. She sensed an unusual power radiating from it.

“A healing potion. You drank so many strange things earlier—it’ll counter their negative effects,” Lyn said, about to open the Potion and feed it to her.

But Xing Luo shook her head. “Xing Luo doesn’t need this.”

“Master needn’t worry. Those weird Potions don’t affect Xing Luo.”

“Besides, Xing Luo drank many similar things long ago.”

“Long ago? What do you mean?” Lyn froze. Then he recalled the system’s description: Xing Luo was a Starry Dragon. Dragon bloodline meant strong potion resistance—just like his violent sister immune to most rule-level poisons. Xing Luo likely had a similar gift.

Remembering how she’d one-shot Kapas moments ago, Lyn felt slightly reassured. Someone that powerful wouldn’t fall to Kapas’s toxins.

But her words about drinking strange things puzzled him.

“I don’t know. Just a feeling,” Xing Luo blinked. “Xing Luo forgot so much. Only remember sleeping in darkness for ages… so tired, so lonely. Until Master called me. Then I appeared here.”

“Xing Luo won’t sleep alone in darkness anymore,” she murmured, then rushed into Lyn’s arms.

Though she’d once knocked him flying, Lyn didn’t dodge her affectionate gaze. He instinctively caught her.

This time, her lunge lacked that bone-rattling force. Only her dragon horn lightly poked his chest—a twinge of pain. Lyn winced but quickly recovered, gently stroking her silver hair.

“Mm. I’ll stay with you. You’ll never be alone again,” he whispered, feeling the trembling girl in his arms.

When she’d rushed in, he’d sensed a flicker of fear in her—like she dreaded something—then overwhelming attachment. The words had slipped out naturally.

But the promise was only right. Their contract had bound their fates the moment it formed. Whatever Xing Luo’s past, their futures were now inseparable.

Lyn held her tighter, savoring this blood-like bond.

This summoning result was far from his expectations. But compared to that ugly, chaotic tentacle creature—

Mm.

Nothing beat the Starry Dragon.

Cthulhu? He’d never wanted it. No matter how strong or hideous Cthulhu was, could it match Xing Luo’s cuteness? Impossible!

Lust +1!

Before Lyn could savor this luck, the system’s alert slapped him again.

That Lust effect still spread with the pink mist.

Staying here hugging longer risked something serious. “Xing Luo… help me up first,” Lyn urged.

Even as a vampire with blood-poison resistance, lingering was dangerous. Plus, Lust’s power spiking alone wasn’t good for him.

As Lyn staggered upright, he missed the flicker of regret crossing Xing Luo’s pretty face—the well-behaved girl supporting him.