Though it consumed Mana comparable to an SS-Rank Spell.
However this spell still has high potential and can also be taken to Continental-Rank.
Mu Zhong thought as he descended slowly, his sneakers touching the stone as if he hadn't just performed a miracle.
Mu Zhong moved through the stone corridors of the fortress, his footsteps echoing with a rhythmic tap that contrasted against the frantic clatter of the busy soldiers as they sorted out the supplies.
He ignored the grander officer suites, his eyes scanning the architecture until they landed on a nondescript, heavy wooden door tucked away in a quiet corner.
"Sir Hero, surely you aren't serious?"
The lead guard stammered, his eyes wide as he saw Mu Zhong reaching for the handle of what was essentially a broom closet.
"The General has prepared the High Command's Right Wing!
It has Better Lighting and Furniture and is an Actual Guest Room rather than this corner!"
Mu Zhong didn't even turn around. "Not Interested.
Besides I don't feel very good in a highly decorative environment.
It almost feels like I am an Accessory Myself."
Mu Zhong said in disinterest and waved his hand Impassively as he approached the Place.
"But... but the dust, milord!
It's been used for storage for quite a while since the last Nobleman Ran away!"
The guard persisted, looking horrified at the thought of a Savior sleeping in a literal warehouse.
Mu Zhong didn't care and continued to move.
The guards retreated, bowing with a mixture of confusion and reverence.
Mu Zhong stepped inside.
The room was a mess of broken crates, rusted hinges, and layers of dust along with many brooms.
With a crisp snap of his fingers, a Wind Spell swept through the space, disintegrating the junk and polishing the stone floor until it shone.
From his inventory, he manifested a high-end, memory-foam Comfy Bed, a small wooden side table, and a few minimal necessities like a warm lamp and a basin of fresh, enchanted water.
The room was transformed in seconds into a minimalist modern boy's room (except for Otakus).
He turned to Clara, who was standing at the doorway, watching the magic show with wide, sparkling eyes.
"So, Clara-chan,"
Mu Zhong said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned down to her height.
"Does the Baby want to rest together?
I hear the 'Big Brother' buff provides +50% recovery speed."
Clara's face didn't just turn red; it erupted into a Deep Pink Tomato hue.
Ohhh?
Another Tomato-Chan after Yunyun?
Mu Zhong thought in amusement.
Her eyes swirled in embarrassment as she let out a tiny, high-pitched squeak.
"B-Big Brother is a dummy!" (Baka-Mon)
She cried, sticking out her tongue with a red face before spinning on her heel and running down the corridor hastily with her baby steps.
Mu Zhong let out a genuine, hearty laugh, the first one that didn't feel like a mask.
"I really miss the girls."
Mu Zhong frowned and thought while watching Clara run away.
After He watched her disappear around the corner, He sighed and fell backward onto the bed.
{Author's small Note:
Some readers might ask:
Why doesn't Mu Zhong just provide this level of convenience to everyone?
Why not manifest 120,000 beds and a five-star hotel for the garrison?
The answer was simple:
This is a fucking fortress.
These people were fighting for their lives, and their strength came from their grit.
A mass healing and cleaning spell was a strategic necessity to prevent a total collapse, but pampering them would only dull their edges.
They still had to go out and reclaim the world once Julian was gone.
A soldier who sleeps in silk forgets how to fight in the mud.}
Mu Zhong's mind drifted as the silence of the room settled over him.
This day had been a logistical nightmare:
Post-Marriage Portal Entry:Leaving his wives and stepping into the void.
Space Rule Comprehension:Managing the high-dimensional friction of the portal.
The Julian Briefing:Absorbing twenty years of tragedy while in transit.
Summoning & The Capital Purge:Dealing with the disappointment of a decaying kingdom and executing high-precision, control-intensive "Cleanup" spells.
The Fortress Landing:Calculating the damage, managing the logistics, and showering the army with S-Rank purification.
He was an SSS-Rank powerhouse, but even a God-Ranked battery feels the drain of constant, high-precision output.
Although it wasn't much to me considering my constant High Efficiency based mindset but I would still like some beauty sleep to be completely ready to Kill the Quartet the Next day.
I mean just to find Julian which seems to be the same.
He closed his eyes, his mana cores becoming idle again.
He placed a Small S-Rank Alert Spell on the door—a silent trigger that would incinerate anything with hostile intent—and kept a secondary Vigilance Field active in his subconscious.
With the most important vigilance moves in place, the "Hero" finally succumbed to the weight of the day, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep as the golden residue of his magic continued to glow faintly outside the window.
The fortress of Vesla remained relatively quiet under the artificial glow of the golden ball of light hovering above, but inside the repurposed storage room, the air was still and cool.
At precisely midnight, the heavy wooden door creaked a fraction of an inch.
Clara slipped inside, her boots held in her hand as she moved on tiptoe like a naughty thief.
In the dim light of the enchanted lamp, she looked like a small mischievous little elf navigating a cave.
She approached the bed where Mu Zhong lay, his breathing steady and slow.
She leaned over, her face turning a bright, embarrassed red as she looked at his sleeping features.
"Bad Brother..."
She grumbled in a tiny whisper, unable to help herself from poking his cheek with a dainty finger.
Mu Zhong showed no reaction.
His face remained a mask of calm, indifferent sleep.
Clara let out a long, dramatic sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping.
"Humph…
Big Brother is bad... and a bully,"
She whispered, her voice softening with a sudden, fierce protectiveness.