The Idiot Sentinel Is at the Center of a Shura Field Again!

Li Luoyan, the only son of the Alliance’s Chief Administrator, was rumored to be an S-class Sentinel of exceptional talent, striking beauty, and heroic bearing.

Rarely seen in public, he always appeared with a cold, stern expression and an impeccably straight posture. A small silver stud adorned his right ear, flashing dazzlingly under direct sunlight.

The Alliance’s expectations for him were sky-high.

Yet, in private—

Exceptional talent? ✓ Striking beauty? ✓

Heroic bearing? A big, fat NO.

The Chief Administrator’s only son was, in fact, a total capybara.

His eyes closed, and he was asleep. His most common phrases were “Whatever,” “Sure,” and “It’s fine.” His temper was so good it was almost unbelievable.

His childhood friend ruffled his hair.

Li Luoyan, head buried in his arms, mumbled, “Just don’t mess up my hairstyle.”

The friend’s hand froze. He looked guiltily at the disheveled mess he’d made.

Li Luoyan yawned, eyes still closed. “It’s fine. Just be careful next time.”

A friend rushed over, frantic. “Did you hear? You’ve been assigned the White Tower’s most difficult Guide! They say he can take down ten Sentinels at once!”

Li Luoyan was shaken awake. “Whatever,” he mumbled groggily.

But this very same Li Luoyan—chronically low on energy, whose sole ambition was to sleep and slack off—was shoved into the position of Squad Leader as if being forced to herd ducks onto a perch.

Li Luoyan’s instinctive “Whatever” was already on the tip of his tongue. He paused, then slowly tried to negotiate. “Can I say no to this?”

“No.”

Li Luoyan pouted. “Fine.”

The squad quickly filled to three members, leaving only one spot for a healing-specialized Guide.

After a fruitless search for a suitable candidate, Li Luoyan lay in bed that night, eyes half-closed, and pulled up a number on his terminal he’d never once dialed.

The video call rang for a long time before it was finally answered.

Li Luoyan heard a cold, indifferent “Hello?” from the other end, completely oblivious to the other party’s aloofness. He blinked. “Fiancé, can you be my squad’s Guide?”

The Offensive Guide who could take down ten Sentinels: “…”

Li Luoyan persisted. “Is that a yes?”

The video feed was dim. The person on the other end, half his face buried in a soft pillow, lazily hugged his blanket. His pajamas had slipped halfway down his shoulder, and his eyes were barely open. He spoke as if sleepwalking.

The Offensive Guide who could take down ten Sentinels but was naturally helpful: “…Fine.”