Oh My God! Just How Many Ex-Girlfriends Do You Have?!

But… well, he was still a man. Faced with the untouched, breathtaking beauties of this world, he soon found himself drowning in indulgence, unable to extricate himself. Too good to resist! As if powered by some cheat, he channeled his frustrations into romance! And so… He began searching madly. Fall in love, then abandon! Fall in love again, then abandon again! His breakup excuses grew increasingly bizarre. "You’re a noble sorceress, while I’m just an ordinary man"—that was the most basic one. Then there were gems like: "Your feet smell a little, I can’t take it." "You’re an elf, I’m human—interracial relationships never work out." "You and your twin sister look exactly alike—I keep mixing you up, it’s too annoying." "You’re too sweet and gentle, not exciting enough. I prefer fiery and bold women." Some refused to accept the breakup and tried to elope with him. Of course, he wanted none of that—he fled overnight. During that absurd period, he dated beauties from every major race—demons, gods, humans, elves, you name it. Of course, whenever he was with a girlfriend, he was completely devoted. Because he knew he could never give them a real promise. Though he had accidentally consumed an immortality potion in his youth, granting him eternal youth and a ten-thousand-year lifespan, he was still just an ordinary man. In this world where strength ruled supreme, he had no way to protect them. But as time passed, even this lifestyle began to wear on him. So, for the past few centuries, he hadn’t sought any new lovers, choosing instead to wander the world alone. And when he sensed his life nearing its end, he finally returned to the Smith family. He planned to spend his last few decades here, reuniting with his two younger brothers. …… "Are you absolutely sure you saw correctly?" A middle-aged man—clearly someone accustomed to authority—asked again, his expression grave. "Family Head, I saw it with my own eyes, no doubt about it!" The steward answered firmly. "The Ancestor has been listless these past few days, staring at undergarments and jewelry in a daze. Based on my experience…" "These are all women’s belongings, most likely tokens of affection. But the styles and designs vary each time he takes them out, so it’s unlikely they came from just one or a few women. Therefore, I suspect the Ancestor suffers from a severe case of object fixation—an abnormal obsession with women’s belongings. It’s a sickness!" "Then what do you suggest we do?" "The cure isn’t complicated. This illness stems from the Ancestor’s longing for a woman. He’s likely been single for too long, leading to this condition. I believe all we need to do is find him a wife. Once married, the illness will naturally fade!" The Smith Family Head nodded, seemingly in full agreement with the steward’s proposal, and declared solemnly: