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Today, for William Zhang, was not only the happiest day of his entire young life.
It was also the boldest day he'd ever experienced.
The phrase "staying up late"—which had never once appeared in William's carefully regulated vocabulary or daily schedule—suddenly manifested in his actual actions today.
There was also a harsh scolding. A scolding unlike anything he'd ever received before.
And playing to his absolute heart's content at a virtual amusement park with this person who felt exactly like having his own father.
Although there had been a small awkward interlude along the way.
While riding the spinning teacup ride, a beautiful girl had suddenly entered their teacup, making Beowulf inexplicably furious for reasons William didn't fully understand.
But the overall result was still wonderful—he'd experienced every single ride he wanted to try.
Later, they'd even gone to a movie theater, browsed a massive library, strolled peacefully through a botanical park, went boating on a lake, fished from a quiet dock, and made clay figures together at a pottery studio.
Although it might have seemed a bit strange in the eyes of outside observers—
After all, two middle-aged men playing so many children's activities and laughing like excited kids—
But for William personally, he felt completely satisfied and genuinely happy.
Especially when two artificial suns appeared blazing in the sky, Beowulf had been clearly worried sick about all those ordinary NPC civilians being affected.
But he still smiled warmly when facing William directly.
When William had tried to act like a "good child" as usual, saying politely, "Beowulf doesn't need to worry about me, please go handle your own responsibilities first"—
He'd been met with the first truly severe scolding of his entire life.
"What idiotic nonsense are you spouting right now?!
Today, I'm here specifically to make sure YOU have fun and enjoy yourself!
But there's absolutely no genuine joy on your face—only sadness and obligation! You're insulting me! You're insulting a warrior's promise!
So until you show me a genuine smile from the bottom of your heart, until you are COMPLETELY satisfied with today—
I will absolutely NOT leave your side, no matter what happens out there!
Children should ACT like children!
Stop saying those insincere, people-pleasing words!
Insincere words are ONLY for adults to waste time with!
What children should do is express ALL their inner thoughts honestly!"
In summary, William had been severely and thoroughly scolded.
But he'd also felt incredibly happy afterward, especially experiencing Beowulf's parenting style—sometimes strict and demanding, sometimes gentle and understanding.
They'd gone to play various parent-child cooperative games at an arcade, and at an old man's restaurant, they'd ordered both a family meal AND a special children's meal.
William never would have thought before downloading this game that today would become such a happy, fulfilling day.
Even though Beowulf was technically just a virtual character and collection of code—
William was genuinely willing to treat him as his real father.
There was just one thing getting increasingly annoying.
The steadily rising temperature was making everyone genuinely uncomfortable.
And William had still wanted to watch the beautiful night view with Beowulf after dinner, then take a peaceful evening walk through the park.
Just like a loving old father taking his son for a post-meal stroll.
So looking at the distant battle raging against the dragon, William recalled a memorable line he'd once read in a manga.
The genuinely 'fed up' William also shouted loudly at Beowulf with uncharacteristic boldness:
"GAH! This is SO DAMN ANNOYING! This sun is hot enough to literally KILL someone! I want to see the MOON instead! Knock it down for me, Beowulf! Get RID of it! I don't want to see it anymore! GO! Go RIGHT NOW!"
He roared like this with surprising intensity—but William couldn't help anxiously glancing at Beowulf.
He was terrified the warrior would misunderstand, thinking William was dissatisfied with HIM and was throwing a childish tantrum.
But how could the sharp-eyed, perceptive Beowulf possibly misunderstand?
Especially seeing William finally willing to reveal his true, unfiltered feelings—
Beowulf grinned widely, showing his big white teeth in genuine pride.
At the same time, blood-red fighting spirit and battle aura erupted from his entire muscular body.
"Alright, alright! As you wish, kid! This sun is making ME a bit uncomfortable too, so just wait here safely for a moment—I'll blast it down RIGHT AWAY!"
With those words and one massive high jump, Beowulf's figure disappeared completely from William's field of vision.
And watching Beowulf's departing back, seeing that the warrior didn't intend to bring him along into danger, but rather deliberately intended to leave him safely behind in a protected zone—
William suddenly ran downstairs in a burst of rebellious energy.
Then, exactly like those mischievous troublemaker children he'd always secretly envied, William smashed open a motorcycle's security lock by the roadside, grabbed the bike, and sped at dangerous speeds toward the direction where everyone was actively fighting.
I want to see this!
In summary, two parallel narrative lines intersected at this exact moment.
And after receiving William's passionate command—
Beowulf, who had been growing increasingly annoyed with Vritra's existence for quite some time, immediately summoned his signature weapons.
As he descended dramatically from the sky, he also displayed his incredibly powerful muscles to everyone present on the battlefield.
In his left hand materialized a wicked spiral longsword.
In his right hand appeared a massive war hammer shaped like an oversized spear.
With just ONE devastating hammer blow—
The giant weapon completely shattered the dragon scales that Max and the others had struggled desperately to break through, revealing the fresh pink muscle tissue wrapped protectively within.
Immediately following, the spiral longsword pierced deep into the exposed flesh.
With Beowulf's absolutely unmatched momentum and strength, it was like a heated butter knife effortlessly cutting through warm butter.
A perfectly intact Western Dragon named Vritra, under this silky smooth combo attack, was directly sliced open like preparing sashimi.
Her entire spine was carved open like gutting a fish—at this moment, a fresh red bloody channel appeared along her back.
But it wasn't over yet.
The moment Beowulf landed on solid ground, he immediately put away both weapons.
Then he raised both fists high before swinging them forward with absolutely devastating force.
In an instant, the sky itself seemed to roar in response. The sickening sound of bones cracking surged into everyone's ears.
"ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!"
Although Beowulf's Agility stat was technically only C-rank, that rating didn't accurately represent his actual punching speed whatsoever.
The C-rank simply meant Beowulf wasn't particularly good at escaping or running away.
But when it came to pure punching speed and power? Perhaps only Heracles himself could compare.
So under this continuous devastating barrage of punches, Vritra's massive dragon foot instantly transformed into an unrecognizable muddy mess of pulverized meat.
As the dragon let out a truly mournful cry and collapsed sideways, the streaming audience went absolutely WILD:
[DragonSpine]: From start to finish, is this the legendary dragon spine opening technique?! Learned something new!
[Rude]: Vritra: "You're being a bit rude here!"
[Brave]: I thought Lu Bu was already invincible! Whose subordinate is THIS?! So brave!
[HolyCrap]: HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP!
[Adjectives]: Buddy, don't you have ANY other adjectives? Why do you keep repeating "holy crap"?!
[Really]: But it really IS "holy crap" though!
[TrueBerserker]: I've finally witnessed what a TRUE Berserker is! This punching speed is creating literal afterimages!
[ShouldBe]: EXACTLY! A Berserker should ACT like a Berserker! What were those soft Berserkers before?! THIS is truly berserk!
[Damage]: Everyone else dealt so much damage combined, and it's STILL not as much as ONE person! That was SO satisfying! Real men fight with FISTS!
[Meatball]: What is this? Hand-beaten dragon meatball?
[NotAsCute]: Just so-so. Not as cute as Achilles though.
[Gerontophilia]: But honestly, that uncle-face really has a certain charm. I feel my attraction to older men activating.
[Where]: Sister, where are you even standing in this debate?
[Wings]: Don't argue! Whether it's Achilles, Berserker, Max, or Heracles—they're ALL my wings!
[Punching]: With this punching speed, if it were unleashed on my—
[Bonk]: HUH?
[Jail]: ???
[Tour]: Quickly say you're here touring the area!
The battle raged on.
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