His daydreams then took flight, landing on his role in this world. Well, he was a martial arts master, but he knew nothing about this martial universe… The more he chewed on it, the more it left a sour taste in his mouth. For heaven's sake, he'd kicked the bucket in his original body from overwork, and in his afterlife, what did he find? Just more of the grind?! Well, any decent fellow would feel the world had done him dirty!

With that bitterness still on his tongue, he called for the disciple who had been assisting him all this time. The young man quickly answered his command, stopping at the foot of his bed while shyly avoiding direct eye contact, his cheeks flushed. Hold on, flushed?

It finally hit him, the situation he was in: just a pair of translucent white trousers and a similarly sheer white over-robe, both hanging open and showing off way more than any disciple should ever lay eyes on. Talk about a face-palm moment… It was only his first day on the job as master and he'd already made a fool of himself in front of his pupil. A hoarse voice then cut through his spiraling thoughts:

— Did you need something, Master?

The disciple asked, still blushing and fighting hard to keep his eyes off him, the whole act coming off as downright adorable in his book. My god, he could only hope all his disciples would be this cute!

— Hmm — he hummed, watching the young disciple shiver under his gaze. Seriously, what a CUTIE!

—This master needs you to bring Darius to me! — All night, while racking his brain for a way to dodge his lousy cannon-fodder fate, he'd vaguely recalled that both Darius and the story's heroine were his disciples. If his hunch was right, then tracking down the game's villain shouldn't be too tall an order.

The disciple in front of him then seemed to hesitate, his eyes taking on a somewhat shadowy glint.

— Master, are you sure you're feeling alright? — The young man asked, a touch of worry in his voice, his demeanor still confused. Adorable!

— Why wouldn't I be? — he shot back, leaning his body slightly forward, which clumsily gaped his robe open even wider over his chest.

The young man's cheeks went from pink to full-blown scarlet as he stared at the exposed skin, as if mesmerized, which in turn made Zhong blush and instantly clock his mistake. He snapped his robe shut and straightened his spine. Good grief, he was the master here; why did it feel like he was the one making a pass at his student?!

The disciple then seemed to pull himself together, straightening his posture with visible discomfort before answering. — Well, Master… you're looking at him.

For a second, he almost burst out laughing. This kid had to be pulling his leg. He really must be a chill, easy-going master for his students to joke around with him so freely. There was no way a sweet, fawning kid like this could be the Darius. After a long beat of silence, the penny dropped like a ton of bricks as he finally took a proper look at the guy standing before him. Not only did he look the spitting image of Darius, he was Darius!

— Oh!