chapter 20
20. How to Level Up Without Running Dungeons?
“Don’t insult my father!”
The next instant, Kefir’s gaze, along with her absolute aura as the true protagonist, pressed down on me. If I hadn’t been a little distance away from Kefir, I might have ended up with a slap mark on my face.
But the aura was strong only for a moment.
After that, perhaps realizing I was speaking in her defense, Kefir withdrew her raised hand, her gaze shifted away, and her tone lost its assertiveness.
“What… what do you know.”
If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t be holding the script and acting as a notorious charlatan. Instead of the kind of comfort that involves “stroking the protagonist’s hair while listening to her whine,” I believe it’s more helpful to Kefir to speak directly about her troubles and solutions.
After all, I’m clinging to her coattails, not coaxing her into bed. Kefir’s state is linked to my very life, so of course, I want her to always be the true protagonist.
At the moment when Kefir was about to leave, seemingly to avoid the topic, I spoke up.
“What you’re troubled about is ‘why hasn’t your strength made any breakthroughs for so long,’ right? It’s hard to hear, but I want to say, ninety percent of the efforts you’re making to improve your strength are wrong.”
Kefir is undoubtedly the only one who can keep me alive right now, the true protagonist. But even for a protagonist, growth in strength doesn’t come from just sleeping on it. Unlike the type of protagonist like Nell who waits for a “level-up explosion,” a proud daughter like Kefir needs different methods to become stronger.
Standing still, after a moment of silence, Kefir turned around, her gaze filled with confusion and distress, probably because I had “guessed right,” prompting her to ask subconsciously?
“What… what do you mean? Do you think my daily training and my mentor’s guidance are all wrong?”
“Of course not,” I immediately replied, “but they’re also not very useful, they won’t make you stronger.”
The way to become stronger isn’t just about spending money, but it’s also not Kefir’s way.
“Oh, Europe Lee, you’re playing the trick again, aren’t you, not…”
“You’re a goddess from heaven, completely different from ordinary people, a genius who doesn’t need to train to become stronger. While ordinary people can train to reach their limits, geniuses like you have no limits, and what you lack is not effort or perseverance, but ‘opportunities’ and ‘events’ that allow you to break through.”
“Europe Lee, didn’t you use this kind of trick to deceive girls before?”
My goodness, I want to really have multiple wives, and now my wives could form a soccer team!
“This is a prophecy, the prophecy told me this.”
I thought of using my cunning to escape, but Kefi’er caught my clothes.
However, this time she didn’t lift me up and spin me around, but instead slowly approached me, accompanied by warmth, fragrance, and even a hint of sweat…
She leaned against me, slowly lowering her head.
“I don’t understand…”
If you can understand the script, I’m already dead.
“It’s… uh, a strange event, or a grand ceremony, uh…”
Just as I was about to say something, my tone changed due to Kefi’er’s attitude.
After all, I’m going to hug her leg to survive, rather than reminding her. I’m her personal priest, the leg ornament of the main character.
“In short, you’re worrying about something that’s not a problem at all. I’ll help you ‘become stronger.’ I just hope you can believe me, this wicked priest…”
“I…”
A low murmur came from my chest, but the atmosphere of “hugging her leg to calm down” suddenly went wrong.
Kefi’er’s hands holding my clothes trembled, and then she suddenly became energized, pushing me down to my ass.
“Cough… cough! I need a rest! Remember to clean up quickly!”
“Did nothing happen just now?!”
Although my ass and the floor had a close encounter, whether it was Kefi’er’s expression that seemed shy or the script that said she believed Europe Lee’s trick, she shouldn’t be stuck on “why can’t I become stronger” anymore.