The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Klaus and Queenie made their way into his room where the modeling table was set up. Since he wouldn’t be training inside Oracle for a while, he figured he might as well get started on building the models that Joon promised would be put into Oracle.

Of course, it was also a good excuse to spend more time with Queenie. Klaus wasn’t aiming to woo her and make her his woman just yet.

That would be ridiculous—he, a Master Stage expert, chasing after an Overlord? It was too absurd even to think about.

Still, he wasn’t completely ruling out the idea. He knew if he could leave an impression now, then when he became several times stronger, he’d make his move. For now, though, he had another mission—a mission Nari gave him.

She wanted Klaus to keep Queenie happy. Nari noticed Queenie seemed more relaxed and less cold around him, something rare for someone as driven and distant as Queenie.

From what Nari had told him, Queenie was entirely focused on the safety of Earth, rarely allowing herself a moment to unwind.

So Klaus had been tasked with making a few memories with her before their month together was over. Of course, Klaus was more than happy to help, even if it was just for a while. Queenie is a beautiful lady, and Klaus is equally charming, a perfect pair.

As they left the lab and headed to Klaus’s room, Nari could only smile, using her senses to watch them go.

She’d given Klaus the green light to make his move if he felt confident enough, but the white-haired brat seemed to want to keep it PG for now.

“So, what are you planning to model?” Queenie asked as soon as they arrived in Klaus’s room.

“A monastery,” Klaus replied.

“Huh,” Queenie was taken aback by his choice.

“Well, I kind of have a thing for monasteries, so I figured why not model one inside Oracle since I can’t really do that in the real world,” Klaus said, powering on the modeling system. freewebnøvel.coɱ

“No need to look puzzled. It’s just a fun project. You can join in if you want—two hands are better than one, and a lady’s touch could make it even more stunning,” Klaus added, offering her the modeling pen.

Queenie hesitated for a few seconds before taking the pen. With that, Klaus pulled up his first project, naming it Mountain Forest Monastery. Your next journey awaits at freewebnovel

Lucil had already shown him how to use the modeling tools, and Klaus, being a quick learner, quickly picked up on the mechanisms available. He wanted to recreate the monastery from his past life as Fruity, so without further delay, he started building.

Queenie stood by, watching as his hands moved across the modeling board. “I’ll let you add some designs once I’m done with the main structures,” he said, focused on his task.

Klaus had a lot to accomplish if he wanted to capture the full form of the monastery.

“What’s that?” Queenie asked after an hour. By then, Klaus had built a garden full of flowers and various types of butterflies.

His first model was the garden he was brought to after waking up in the monastery. The place had been his home for as long as he could remember, so without missing even the smallest details, Klaus recreated the garden and the house he had stayed in.

“It’s a garden and a house,” he replied.

“But why does it look like something out of one of those ancient Chinese dynasties?” Queenie asked, puzzled by the lack of modern or futuristic elements in the house.

“That’s because this is a traditional setting,” Klaus answered with a smile. “Not everything has to be modern or futuristic.”

Klaus couldn’t just tell Queenie the design came from his past self. That would sound like lunacy. Who would believe him if he said he had memories from a previous life? So, to avoid any awkwardness, he kept his answers short and straight.

Two more hours passed, and Klaus managed to finish the garden and the house, leaving it for Queenie to add her designs. As expected, she was mostly playing around with the flowers, which Klaus had predicted.

His next task was to model the technique room—a place from his memories where he had first been handed the soul-calming mantra and tasked with fighting for inner peace, by his favorite Uncle Monk.

Klaus planned to include some of the techniques for achieving inner peace, but for now, he focused on creating the building and shelves. If he managed to bring all the knowledge stored in his head into Oracle, he’d become rich overnight.

“You seem to know a lot about these ancient crafts. Mind sharing some with me?” Queenie asked, her eyes still on Klaus as she worked to transform the garden into something even more beautiful, though it was already stunning.

“Well, I don’t know that much, but I’ve got a few things I can share,” Klaus replied, mentally cursing his past self for being such a glutton—always chasing after food instead of soaking up all the incredible teachings in the monastery.

Still, when Fruity’s days of carefree happiness were shattered by the awakening of the three forbidden Ice elements, he started to learn a few more things.

Those fragments of wisdom now started to come back to him as he worked on recreating the technique room but also helped him in making conversation with Queenie.

He might not know much, but Fruity did live with hundreds of monks, and although he wasn’t one to ask about ancient knowledge, his Uncle Monks made sure he knew a thing or two. Thanks to that, Klaus managed to find something they could talk about.

He took Queenie deep into some ancient mythology, and to his surprise, she was captivated by what she was hearing. Klaus, of course, was happy to have found something that intrigued her.

Luckily for him, the mythology of the God of Wine, as told to him by one of his Uncle Monks, was striking a chord deep within her.

Who would have thought the teachings of monks would turn into pickup lines for Klaus? But sure enough, he went deep into the mythology of the Wine God, Jhunipa. It was a long and detailed narrative, but after 7 hours, Klaus managed to break down even the smallest details.

Queenie, for her part, was one hundred percent focused on what he was saying, so she stopped designing the Monastery altogether.

After those 7 hours, Klaus had covered a lot: the garden, the house, the mountains, the technique room, the immortal caves, his tribulation ground—or more precisely, Fruity’s tribulation ground.

He’d managed to pull off a lot, but he still had more work to do. However, it had been 7 hours, the sun was setting, and they had their daily routine of watching it together.

On the roof, Queenie asked, “Klaus, I’m not going to ask where you learned all this, but do you have other mythologies besides this one?”

Klaus smiled, knowing he had made some headway. “Of course,” he replied with a grin. He did not actually, but he secretly asked the senior inside his soul sea for a trade-off, and the senior was eager to accept the offer.

Even though there was little karma involved, in other to impress a girl, Klaus was more than willing to take on a few more lightning strikes if need be.

“Then I’ll trouble you to tell me more,” Queenie said, flashing an enchanting smile. Klaus nodded, beaming with joy inwardly. A few seconds later, he noticed Queenie looking back at him with hungry eyes.

“Wait, you don’t want me to tell you everything right now, do you?” Klaus asked, but Queenie just smiled at him.

“Well, I suppose you spending the night in my room will give us enough time to discuss everything. My bed is even big enough for the both of us,” Klaus said with a grin.

“See you tomorrow, Klaus.” He wasn’t even done when Queenie vanished into thin air, a small blush on her face.

Klaus, witnessing that, smiled cheerfully as he lay down on his back, gazing up at the sky. A few minutes later, a face entered his view, blocking the starry night sky.