Frieren: Serie's Apprentice

In the wailing winter wind and snow, Gut, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground reminiscing about the past, suddenly remembered he had a temperature-regulating item—the Poverty Air Conditioner.

Previously, due to accidentally unlocking the path to godhood, Gut hadn't paid much attention to this heaven-sent item. He had only taken it out at night to look at it once, then put it back without even using it.

After all, the Poverty Air Conditioner's monthly rental fees were truly expensive. Even the lowest tier of one gold coin per month represented considerable purchasing power, and the Holy Capital's weather was quite pleasant, leaving little use case for air conditioning.

Therefore, Gut never took it out to use afterward.

Until now, awakened by cold in this freezing winter night, he remembered he had this item.

Thinking of this, Gut tiptoed to the extinguished campfire inside the cabin and pulled the Poverty Air Conditioner from system space.

Due to its mobile air conditioner design, the Poverty Air Conditioner wasn't very large—only about the size of a carry-on suitcase.

The square silver-white gradient shell gleamed with metallic light, but actually felt wooden to the touch.

However, the most eye-catching feature was the Poverty Air Conditioner's top surface, entirely composed of a massive LCD screen far exceeding ordinary tablets in scale.

Gut touched the top panel with his fingertip. The next moment, a huge startup icon appeared—black background with gold design, appearing exceptionally luxurious.

Even beside the power button, an additional light-gathering fingerprint pattern was designed, suggesting users activate by pressing here.

Out of habit from using fingerprint phone unlocks in his previous life, Gut habitually went to press it.

However, just as his right index finger was about to touch the screen, Gut suddenly thought of something. Out of caution, he withdrew his thumb, then lightly elbowed the power button with his elbow.

Instantly, a brilliant white flash illuminated even the ceiling momentarily.

While lighting the interior, a black text announcement above the fingerprint button was also revealed.

[Commitment to Becoming a Lifetime User of This Product]

[Pressing here to start represents user awareness and agreement to the following terms, willingness to become a lifetime user, forfeiting rights to unsubscribe, discontinue service, refunds, returns, etc.]

[Fine Print Terms: "User Personal Information Authorization Agreement," "User Personal Financial Usage Agreement," "User Personal Asset Disposal Agreement," "Agreement to Military Service in Warhammer World Upon Breach of Contract"...]

Gut: ...

"Kinda want to smash this thing."

[Welcome new user, would you like to draw newcomer rewards (no tricks, 100% guaranteed prizes)?]

Just as Gut had this thought, the Poverty Air Conditioner's panel timely displayed the above prompt.

"Newcomer rewards?"

Gut stroked his chin, momentarily wavering.

Finally, following the principle of not wasting, he chose to draw.

However, after just experiencing that situation, how could Gut feel safe touching this screen?

Looking around, finally, a metal fork on the dining table caught Gut's attention. After taking it in hand, he kneaded it until it became a conductive metal rod.

Not caring whether this unprocessed "metal rod's" tip might scratch the screen, Gut gripped it and directly clicked the lottery.

[Draw complete!]

[Congratulations customer for successfully defeating 99.9% of users, winning the lucky grand prize—48 hours free usage plus first month's subscription fee waived]

"That's the grand prize? How stingy."

And this "successfully defeating 99.9% of users"... the PDD vibe was a bit too strong.

[Would customer like to begin usage?]

[Yes/Not No]

"What the hell is 'Not No'?!"

"Sigh, whatever."

By now, Gut had roughly understood this scammy device. If it didn't pull some shenanigan, he'd actually be afraid he'd already fallen into a trap.

But the adventure had reached this point. Out of caution, Gut decided to immediately throw it back into System Space and never deal with it again.

[Beep! Beep!]

[User inactivity detected for extended period, automatically initiating free trial for user]

[Free trial remaining time: 47:59]

"Whoosh—"

Just as Gut reached to touch the Poverty Air Conditioner to put it away, a gentle warm breeze carrying fresh scents blew directly from the air outlet onto Gut's face.

This warm breeze not only dispelled surrounding cold, but even his heart, slightly irritated from wariness, seemed to calm down.

"Tsk—"

"This air conditioner has something."

After personally experiencing the Poverty Air Conditioner's capabilities, Gut, touching the air conditioner shell, actually became somewhat hesitant.

The mobile air conditioner's heating effect was excellent, with three different directional air outlets, all with considerable power.

In just this brief moment, he could clearly feel the indoor temperature had risen.

Moreover, besides fast heating, this mobile air conditioner seemed to have air purifier modules embedded within.

Since his face was directly facing the air outlet, Gut could clearly sense the air quality in front of him was much better than elsewhere. Even breathing the purified air seemed to have calming magical properties.

If meditating in such an environment, both the speed of entering the state and meditation depth would probably improve considerably.

"Thinking about it this way, this mobile air conditioner's effects are actually quite appealing."

No external power needed, and operational noise could be reduced to negligible levels.

Gut surveyed the room. Except for junior disciple Ross, who had awakened the moment Gut sat up from the ground, the air conditioner's operation hadn't disturbed anyone else.

Even Serie, wrapped like a small dumpling, remained undisturbed.

Watching the elf and junior disciples in the room, then taking a deep breath of filtered fresh air, Gut sighed and ultimately didn't put away the Poverty Air Conditioner.

Under the warm breeze, Gut looked toward junior disciple Ross, who had been awake for some time but still lay on his bedding with closed eyes pretending to sleep. After making eye contact for several seconds, he didn't say much and returned to lie down beside teacher Serie.

In the early morning hours, the wind and snow outside gradually ceased.

"Swoosh—"

A short blade sheathing sound rang through the room, followed by a "click" of an opening and closing door, then indoor sounds fell silent again.

Watching this figure who left before dawn completely disappear, Gut, squinting his eyes, also peacefully fell asleep again.

Perhaps because the Poverty Air Conditioner's heating effect was quite good, or perhaps because the fresh indoor air was truly intoxicating.

Gut rarely slept in.

However, when his consciousness vaguely awakened, he only felt stuffiness in his chest, and could even smell a faint bloody scent in his nostrils.

In the distance, a female voice mixed with knife-sharpening sounds drifted over.

"Even the internal organs were hollowed out. How pitiful."

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