God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 769 - 215: Meow-chan, Super Super Super Super Super

"ow?"

Miaojang looked at the slot machine in front of it with An Le’s face appearing three tis in a row, puzzled. Although it didn’t know what had happened, it seed like Yan Huan was praising it...

So, it raised its head proudly, with a very smug and satisfied expression, as if saying:

"Who dares to say I’m useless now?!"

And as the three icons aligned, the entire slot machine exploded with spectacular effects.

[You’ve obtained:]

[Reward level: 3]

[Ability: Drawing Gene]

[Imdiately gain a certain level of proficiency in drawing, and increase efficiency by fifty percent when learning and practicing drawing skills]

[A Masterstroke, Blossoming]

A golden stream of light erged from the slot machine, pouring into Yan Huan’s body, and then the entire slot machine started to break down, transforming into a wooden statue.

It seed to be the so-called "Special Attack Prop" against An Le.

Yan Huan blinked, then reached out to pick up the statue, finding that the rough craftsmanship only vaguely resembled a blurry female figure.

[An Old Dream Unforgotten]

[An inscrutable statue, perhaps carrying it as you sleep may have special effects]

[Beware, this effect may conflict with other items that take effect within dreams; discard unnecessary items when you sleep with it in hand]

["Leave my promise here"]

The mystical streaks of text introducing the item slowly dissipated, ultimately revealing the item’s incredibly cheap design.

Yan Huan originally thought the special attack prop would be objects intended to be used against the modifier, like items that could immunize so of the abilities from the other side.

But unexpectedly...

It turned out to be such an inexplicable thing.

Holding the statue, Yan Huan couldn’t help but feel that it was familiar, but couldn’t rember where he had seen it before.

However, given its unclear effects, he might as well directly use it and see what happens.

After all, it had to be used when falling asleep anyway.

Yan Huan grasped the statue, then slowly lay down on the prepared mattress.

Originally, he intended to try the eye mask that he acquired, but now that he had this thing, he decided to try it first.

"Phew, done reaping, ti to sleep, Miaojang."

"ow~"

As Yan Huan lay down, Miaojang familiarly burrowed into his bedding, snuggling into his embrace.

Now in Yan Huan’s arms, there was a wooden statue and a warm black cat.

The statue, with its sharp angles and clumsy carving, felt a bit uncomfortable pressed against his chest.

Hopefully, this thing would have so effect...

With a resigned sigh, Yan Huan took a deep breath, then gently closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to slowly consu his consciousness.

...

...

"Rustle... rustle..."

He didn’t know how much ti had passed when Yan Huan’s drowsy awareness beca clear again, and he found himself standing in a sowhat ssy sandy field.

It was the sumr season, the sun glaring from the sky, scorching waves beating against the green leaves, making the dappled shadows of the trees on the ground dance as if alive.

The shadows of the trees swayed continuously, vaguely enveloping Yan Huan standing beneath them.

Yan Huan stood dazedly in the sandy area, looking around at the familiar surroundings.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he was standing near the public playground by his childhood orphanage.

The sandy ground bore old entertainnt facilities.

Roughly a few swings, one or two fitness equipnt, and a dilapidated children’s castle with a slide.

These things were already dismantled neatly when Yan Huan left the orphanage.

"..."

Yan Huan looked around the site for a long ti; in the dream, his consciousness seed extraordinarily heavy, and making any decision or action seed to take a lot of ti.

Until he suddenly heard the sound of shoes stepping on sand from behind, drawing Yan Huan’s attention sharply back.

He turned his head and saw his younger self walking toward him.

After walking a few steps, the young "Yan Huan" suddenly stopped.

It wasn’t because of himself, for the younger version of himself in the dream seed unable to see him at all.

"An Le, when you walk, just walk, why do you always have to grab my clothes every ti?"

As the younger version of himself turned around, Yan Huan realized that a shy girl dressed in a white dress was standing behind him.

It was the young An Le.

Holding the sleeve of little Yan Huan, she followed closely behind him.

Upon hearing his question, An Le bashfully raised her head, looking at Yan Huan and stamring,

"B-because I’m afraid of losing Xiaohuan... I always worry... I can’t keep up with you..."

"Silly, it’s not like I wouldn’t wait for you. And even if you’re a bit farther away, I’d still be able to find you with a glance, wouldn’t I?"

Upon hearing this, little An Le blushed slightly but still said worriedly,

"But... when I went on a trip with Mom and Dad before, I accidentally got lost...

"At that ti, as soon as I was too far away, with so many children around, they couldn’t find and couldn’t recognize at a glance; it took them a long ti to find ..."

Upon hearing her alarmist and timid tone, little Yan Huan couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

He looked at An Le before him, sighed, and then smiled,

"You’re so recognizable; why wouldn’t I be able to recognize you? In a crowd, the one with the head down, holding onto clothing, and standing still would naturally be you, I’d recognize you."

"But... if I change clothes, or change my hairstyle, or gain a bit of weight, Xiaohuan might not recognize ... so..."

Hearing this, little Yan Huan patted his chest and promised,

"Don’t worry. No matter what you wear, how you change, or how long it has been, as long as you stand in front of , I’ll recognize you."

"R-really?"

"Of course, pinky swear."

Upon hearing this, An Le finally raised her face, looked at Yan Huan who stretched out his hand toward her.

Gazing at the little boy standing in the light, her previously timid and reserved expression finally lted away bit by bit.

In the next mont, she pursed her lips, a cute smile appearing on her face.

So finally, she gathered the courage and slowly let go of the little hand holding Yan Huan’s sleeve.

After doing so, she blushed slightly, looking at little Yan Huan’s outstretched hand and smilingly said,

"Mm, I believe Xiaohuan will definitely recognize ..."

And then, she lifted her own little hand, stretching out her little thumb, and lightly hooked it with the extended little thumb of little Yan Huan.

"I promise."

And under the tree, standing in the dream, Yan Huan watching this scene couldn’t help but feel his eyes widen.

It seed only at this mont that the long-forgotten mory was awakened by the scene before him...

Because he had completely forgotten this matter.

"...."