Eagle of the Vast Expanse - 15

"The evil forces that reside within."

Klaus didn't understand. "Well, you're still young, so you don't yet understand my words. This is your
destiny, a burden, or perhaps enjoyment, or torment. So be it, experience it slowly. Come,
child ." The old man pointed, and the boy's body moved to his presence. The elf touched the boy's
forehead, and a yellow-green star was embedded in his head. Klaus felt a powerful warmth envelop his entire body.
The old man withdrew his arm. "Complete. Little friend, look at the backs of your hands." The boy did as
he , and a cuneiform character was carved in the center of each hand. "This is...?" "The mark of God. It is
God's blessing and request to you; you will grow into a warrior of God."

The boy wanted to understand more. The lake spirit waved his withered hand. "Child, go back! I
can only explain this much. The rest, you must experience for yourself!" Klaus suddenly fainted,
losing consciousness. "Klaus Hughes? Klaus Hughes? Wake up!" came the mother's cries. "Oh
..." In a daze, the retina reflected the image of his loving mother. "Mom?..." The boy's consciousness cleared
. "You're finally alive!" the boy's father said with relief. "When we pulled you out,
we thought you were lifeless. But your mother had a feeling that you were still alive and insisted that we perform emergency treatment
. You're really tough, truly lucky! However, once you recover your strength, I'll have to punish you properly
!" Klaus Hughes was in the wrong, and both mother and son cried.

Afterwards, the boy should have just recovered from his nightmare, but the mark on the back of his hand bothered him. Five years
later , he discovered that his constitution was different from ordinary people—even if he suffered the most severe injuries,
they would heal completely within seconds without leaving a scar; in addition, his physical abilities surpassed those of his peers, and
the upgrades in his various talents and intelligence baffled Klaus Hughes. Although his family was not wealthy, his outstanding deeds
and abilities reached the ears of the French royal family. Clausius grew into an elegant, robust, and handsome
young man, deeply loved by the girls in town.

The gates of Paris, a city teeming with nobles, were open to this young man. Clausius, a commoner, was exceptionally admitted
to the French Royal Guard, beginning his knightly career. At this time, the people
of the country were filled with resentment towards the tyranny of the Louis dynasty, and rebellions were surging. The weak
and incompetent French king ordered suppression, but Clausius refused to point his sword or gun at his compatriots, repeatedly disobeying
orders and being arrested and imprisoned in Badesi prison. He was severely tortured, but remained unyielding.

In 1789, the French Revolution, which shocked the world, broke out. Badesi prison fell
, and all the political prisoners were released. The King and Queen Marie Antoinette were executed, their heads displayed publicly
. The First French Republic was established. After two more bloody revolutionary coups, France's democratic
system was finally established. The price was excruciating. Clausius dedicated himself to three revolutions,
nearly dying five times, miraculously reviving each time, his resilience increasing his fighting spirit.

War ravaged his homeland, leaving families broken and people dead. Returning home, the young man knelt amidst the ruins
, the warmth and laughter of the past transformed into desolation. He could not even see his parents one last time before they died. He sobbed
, tears streaming down his face, "No! No! France will rise, but my family is utterly destroyed!
Why ? Why?...No...! What use is immortality without my beloved family
?" Clausius was about to stab himself in the throat when a faint voice called from the shadows: "
Young man , I told you—you bear a great mission, a battle beyond time and space, from which you cannot hide
. God has ordained you to fight, and you must face it with courage. Stand up!"

The grief-stricken youth stood. "Dry your tears! From now on, you will lose the right to weep for fate
; instead, you must defeat it! Mock it! Cut away the malice and darkness in people's hearts with the knife in your
hand ! Only the everlasting warrior can fight against the eternal evil and sin
! Clausius, I didn't say this to you more than a decade ago, for fear of adding to your burden. Now
, you have tasted much pain, and you should be able to deeply understand the meaning of my words." The young man lowered
his head in silence, speechless and melancholy.

"Listen! Reincarnated beings are destined to wander the world like a wheel. If your form remains unchanged and
you stay in one place, you will be marveled at and regarded as a sorcerer! They will drive you away and pursue you, leaving you with nowhere to go! Therefore
, you must travel to various countries to broaden your horizons and make friends with others like you."
Clausius was invigorated. "You mean... there are others like me who have become immortal and reborn?" "
Yes. Countries like Great Britain, Greece, Italy, Spain, and ancient China in the far East
all have many hidden messengers of the gods or old enemies. You must find them, or form alliances and make friends with them. If you encounter those who defy
the laws of nature , then kill them. But, you should regret one thing—you will have no children to surround you."

"Very well. Then... old sir, aren't reborn people indestructible?" "Only reborn people
can exterminate their own kind. They use the 'Ten-Style Slash' to divide their flesh into four pieces, one vertical and one horizontal,
severing the head and thigh, and cutting off the waist. There is another type of person who can also do this." Lake Spirit explained. "
What kind of person is it?" "I've heard of the legendary 'Dragon-Walking Ninjas,' a total of six. The samurai swords they wield
are sacred artifacts, and none can escape them." "Ninjas?" Klaus was skeptical. The old man smiled kindly
: "You don't need to worry about that. Two hundred years from now, a fortuitous encounter will occur."

The young man said respectfully: "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Spirit. I have learned a great deal!" "No need
for thanks. In a few more years, the nineteenth century will arrive. At the end of the century, you will be transformed into a young woman, your appearance
and form completely changed. Be prepared! The differences between men and women are quite significant." "Ah? I
almost forgot. To be a woman? How?" "Don't panic. In the western suburbs of France, there is also a
reincarnated person named Coenda Luhmann. He is in a similar situation to you, and the two of you have found each other
and look after one another. I think if you were a girl, you would be born a beautiful woman, and many would surely pursue you
." The old man smiled. The man broke out in a cold sweat...

Clausius bid farewell to the lake spirit and headed west. He waved goodbye to the net of memories and strode forward. Having endured
many hardships , he always encountered a second fellow traveler. In the early 19th century, nationalist sentiments and
militaristic ideas gradually rose. Royal families around the world, seeking self-preservation and territorial expansion, emphasized hegemony, built armies, and
stressed the importance of land power. Subsequently, the Industrial Revolution led to the institutionalization of the economy, resulting in the rich becoming richer and
the poor becoming impoverished. The middle class rose, but wealth was dispersed by the declining aristocracy, leading to exploitative wages, harsh
working hours, poor working conditions, and widespread problems of child labor and occupational diseases.

The invention of the steam engine greatly benefited people's movement and mining. High-temperature steam dared to...
With massive gears and mechanisms propelling them, the prototypes of railways and automobiles were already in place. The development of weaponry was also
rapid , resulting in more powerful guns and cannons. Ships no longer needed to rely on celestial navigation;
powered by steam engines, they could travel further and faster. The era of land power had passed, and the banner of maritime expansion was raised
. With sea power at its command, European nations launched colonies. The British Empire, vast and powerful, was known as the "
Empire on which the sun never sets," its influence extending across East Asia, North America, and Africa.

Crouchus and his friend Coenda crossed the English Channel to London, arriving just in time for the peak of the New World
migration . The indigenous people of North America were Native Americans, who revered nature, sang praises of heaven and earth, and
viewed the land as a sacred mother. They lived in tribal communities, practicing a chieftain system. To the self-important, self-perceived, and enlightened
white people of the time, they were nothing more than wild, uncivilized races. Thus began theft, robbery, and
extortion, with fragments of Native American land being seized and gradually accumulated. This eventually erupted into fierce conflict,
with white settlers and Native Americans engaging in massacres and genocide, fueling growing hatred and retribution. "This is a new world; perhaps we can settle down here?"
This was the shared wish of
Crouchus and Cohens
. With the Revolutionary War raging, they were forced to join the army to fight against
the British . After the bitter war, the United States declared independence, and the Founding Fathers were honored with
great respect, many becoming prime ministers or advisors. Having survived countless brushes with death, these two reborn individuals trod the blood-soaked path of
the fallen . Later, the Western gold rush began, and they herded cattle, sheep, and
wagons, acting as guards, their lives a vibrant adventure, a paradise for the poor and dreamers.

Their fortunes changed. The two indeed unearthed a rich gold mine in Jinshan, becoming the richest
men . They went their separate ways, dominating the scene for decades. One morning, a startled awakening
struck Clausius with a strange physical sensation. His body was soft and alluring, its curves seductive, unlike his former dashing appearance. He
gazed at himself in the dressing mirror and cried out, "Ah!..." Even his voice had transformed into that of a young girl.
The girl was no more than eighteen years old, with exquisite beauty, alluring eyes, full breasts, and the fleshy mound between her legs
had disappeared, replaced by a concave shape—a complete female body. Clausius... he... no, "she"
fell silent...

The reincarnated person changed her name to "Baresa," claiming to be the granddaughter of the original owner, with her grandfather missing
. In that era of chaotic household registration, she managed to deceive everyone and inherit the property without worry.
Balesa spent six months hiring tutors to eliminate her masculine habits—such as
walking with her toes pointed outwards, avoiding masculine expressions, mannerisms, language, and thought patterns, and even wearing women's clothing.
The girl underwent grueling training, a rapid transformation into the "Elegant Lady" persona, a successful metamorphosis
. In fact, after her body readily transformed into a girl, the psychology of this male-born woman also adjusted,
resulting in a stunningly beautiful woman within three months! A charming and gentle heiress, a pearl in the western desert, her radiant beauty
undeniable . Balesa, possessing talent, beauty, sweetness, and wealth,
was the dream partner of many young men in the Gold Mountain area.

Naturally, she had high standards and would only marry into a powerful family. The girl indeed chose the
eldest son —Febin Shuk. The two fell in love and quickly married. The wedding was a grand and spectacular affair, needing no further
explanation. However, the wedding was late... and the bride, Balesa, was... stage fright...

Sexual desire is a great human need. Men and women are different. Although Balesa had a female body, her soul still
bore the characteristics of Clausius—the straightforwardness and recklessness of a man, the docility and restraint of a woman,
a very intense and sudden shock for the girl. "What should I do! ...I'm so scared! When will the groom come in? ...Should I take the initiative
? Should I not? Oh dear...I'm so indecisive..." Her hidden personality, yet encouraging, said: "
What's ? It's just a big pillar being inserted into your flesh hole, what's the big deal?" The feminine side
retorted: "Who said that! My mother-in-law said that kind of pain is unforgettable. It's not as easy as you make it out to be
!" The debate between angel and devil stirred the young girl's heart.

Despite resistance, she still tried. The male protagonist was not absent. He, in high spirits, opened the door and strode in. His steps
were unsteady, swaying from side to side. The bride stood up, "Febin, look at you, you're so drunk!" She
considerately helped him sit down. The groom hiccuped, "Barrena, you're so kind! I didn't fall in love with the wrong person...
" His voice swayed, seasick. "Come! Have another drink with me, my little princess!..." "You're still
drinking? Your breath reeks of alcohol, and if you get drunk, what will we do later..." Barrena's face flushed
, a mixture of shyness and joy. "Oh! Right... we should go to bed! Yes... we should get intimate!
" He rambled on.

Really! With his cheeks bright red, was Febin, who was almost lying down, trying to seduce the young woman? Barrena poured
a cup of strong black tea, lifted the groom's chin, and gently fed him to drink it all. After a while, the man's eyes
cleared a little, and his speech became much clearer: "Baresa, thank you for the tea. I feel better.
" "Your alcohol tolerance isn't very high, don't force yourself!" He chuckled foolishly, "I married a beautiful woman,
my parents are satisfied, I was so happy, and my friends kept toasting me, I couldn't control myself after a few drinks."
The girl stroked his chest, "It's a good thing you're under someone else's control, otherwise, you would have gotten scolded."

"Alright, Feibin, we're both tired, we should go to bed early." She took his arm and led him
to the bedside, where they sat down. The newlyweds looked at each other, their hearts filled with sweet affection. "Why are you looking at me like that?
" The girl was embarrassed, lowering her beautiful head. "My good wife, I wish to win your heart. I will fulfill my
duties as husband and wife every day, holding you, loving you to the bone..." The gentleman's leather jacket gradually slipped down, emboldening
his philandering ways. Baresa became increasingly embarrassed, her cheeks burning brighter.

The bride pinched her beloved's thigh. "If I'd known you were never a good
person , I wouldn't have married you!" "Silly boy," he breathed slowly into the girl's earlobe
, tickling and teasing her, "With your icy wisdom, how could you not understand my true love? I can
play with your body, but I'll never play with your heart." "Sweet talk, flowery words. You specialize in deceiving
the sympathy of ignorant women, you great Casanova..." Balesa pinched the man's right cheek, joking. "I
'm almost 'played' by you, my heart is already attached to you."

A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. The shrewd young man, calculating carefully, placed his hands on the girl's
beautiful shoulders. "Little beauty, your 'first night' right, as your husband... I'll accept it without hesitation!"
"Hmm?..." Balesa blinked her bright eyes, staring at Feibin's face, magnifying it, her focus
disordered. She suddenly realized her lips were being violated; the man's lips lightly touched her cherry blossom petals. At first, he trembled, but seeing that she
didn't strongly resist, he expanded, moving from a point to a face. The young couple's body heat was palpable, and they didn't have time to consider the strange...
The young girl closed her delicate eyes and automatically embraced the man.

The scent of a virgin, slightly tinged with milk. The first kiss, a tinderbox to ignite passion. Fabin searched for
the rare treasure within his arms, the exquisite female body awaiting his grasp, an untouched masterpiece of nature. The groom kissed
the bride's neck, his tongue teasing, slowly simmering her, wondering what delicious dish he could create. "
Baresa , let's liberate ourselves from all the shackles of reality and create a little world that belongs only to us
. Just you and me..." The girl, just beginning to experience spring's passion, had her calm lake rippled by waves of pleasure as he thrust into her. Her lust
, like worker bees emerging from their hive, swarmed the garden, eagerly storming the shore.

"Mmm...! I can't take it anymore... it's so hot..." she moaned sweetly. "Feeling
bored? Okay, I'll help you... hehehehe..." A man of utter chivalry, he began to tear
off the bride's white wedding dress piece by piece. "No... you little rascal, all you know how to do is this kind of thing... If you keep
touching me like this, I won't be with you anymore!" the girl cried out, her face full of sensuality. "
Baresa , I won't listen, dare you 'bite' me?" "That depends on where I want to 'bite' you
." The girl wasn't exactly behaving herself either.

Baresa wanted to lean on something, so she gently leaned back. The mostly naked girl, innocent and
romantic, her pupils reflecting the groom's face, a Mona Lisa-like allure. "What are you laughing at?"
Fei Bin couldn't help but ask curiously. "Heh, people are laughing at you! You look like a thief, a lecherous
scoundrel." The man disagreed: "Tsk, you're mistaken.
It's such a waste to see such a beautiful figure wrapped in a big, flowing skirt. Haven't you seen all our older female relatives and
friends all out of shape and overweight. I even have trouble raising my gun in salute, it ruins all my fun.

" "Aren't you afraid I'll end up like them?" "Oh, little darling, I bet you won't. You're
so vain, so concerned with your appearance and demeanor, so graceful and charming, you wouldn't be content to be a sow in a pen
." The man chuckled sinisterly, his hand kneading the girl's breasts. Balesa swayed her hips, a tingling, spicy
sensation shooting from her nipples. Without experience, without wisdom, she had just tasted the forbidden fruit. "Feels good, doesn't it?
Men and women are supposed to complement and harmonize—the hole between your legs needs my big cock to fill it; my
not-so-strong pectoral muscles are perfectly compensated for by your proud and magnificent breasts. Not the best, but better than
the worst. Tell me, isn't this God's arrangement?"

The bride, amused by this twisted logic, couldn't help but giggle, "How indecent! You're clearly bullying me!
" Fabin wouldn't allow the girl to digress any further, his handsome mouth immediately sucking on her nipple. "Ouch..." It worked
. His arms climbed down, smoothly sliding down the woman's slender waist, carefully pulling down her outer skirt. Balesa
's will was wavering; she knew the groom's actions—her skirt was on the ground, her underpants were now in danger. "
Um... no..." Incoherent words, losing her firm stance, half-willing, half-pulled,
the hammer of virginity was about to fall.

With his left hand supporting the towering clitoris, he flicked his tongue around the bead, his tongue moving rapidly and rhythmically
, his passion flowing at regular intervals. "Oh!...Oh!...Oh!" Balesa delved into herself, into the unknown
mysteries, the multiple facets of humanity, drilling into her subconscious, releasing decades of imprisonment. She was a woman, and she needed to
confront and understand her primal desires—men! Men were toys she controlled. But, it seemed, they weren't.
The true face of sex, what she wanted to dissect, was the woman's perspective and capacity, the woman's physical dimensions, the depths of
her desires. Her underwear slipped away; she thought, her most honest self had returned to its original state.

The man's beautiful eyes widened. "Wow! What a beautiful woman with a snow-white, powdery body!" Saliva
automatically increased, his lips twitched slightly, and his large member instantly began to throb, its rhythm echoing in the air.
Even with her shyness, Balesa
A lone tree on a hill?" Febin's eyes gleamed with lewdness. "Any normal man, upon
seeing your naked, sweet body, would be tempted to have this reaction." The girl was innocent, so naive.
The groom's hands quickened, adding shirt, trousers, and bow tie, a dazzling display of beauty. He too
had become a flesh worm, devouring beauty.

He pressed down on the bride's naked body. "Tonight, you are mine; from now on,
all my wealth will belong to you." Balesa asked shyly, "What can I offer you?" The man laughed
, "Your delicate, fragrant young body..." Febin then leaned down to her breasts, moving to
the lower edge of her abdomen, trying to force open her tightly pressed thighs. Their passionate lovemaking resounded like
thunder , their bodies mingling with

desire... The bride was conservative, the groom impetuous, some even disrupting the harmony. Balesa, veiled by Miaoren, was unsure
how respond to her husband's nibbling at her tender flesh! ... The darkness outside

the window seemed endless... (Author: Dream Builder, Chapter Ten, Mysterious!) Confronting the Gods, Forever Immortal—The Legend of the Reborn (Part Two) "You're so shameless! Be gentle!" Balesa said, both amused and exasperated. He pressed down on the bride's jade knees, ignoring the girl's sweet moans, and pulled her to the sides. "What's there to be shy about? It's just the two of us, you 're mine, Chi Shao." He muttered as he focused on his conquest. The girl had no choice but to resist, letting him open the threshold of fortune. Beneath her fresh and alluring face lay a mature body that could drive one to madness, a ripe peach between her shapely legs, its slightly sticky, fragrant juices dappling the peach kernel. The crescent-shaped valley, pink with hints of red, dotted with scattered pale red pubic hair, the mysteries of womanhood all contained within a small corner. "This is your body… even the statue of Venus in Milan pales in comparison !" Feibin exclaimed in astonishment. He caressed the girl's fair skin, marveling at its exquisite softness, surpassing even the creamy texture of fresh milk in winter. Balesa groaned, "No...please stop touching me! I... I'm going crazy! This...teasing me...! Oh..." "Unlike my father, who only knows business tricks, I'm an artist, I know what beauty is. You are the best representative." His fingers glided along the opening of the girl's vulva, the light, ticklish sensation sending shivers down Balesa's spine. Hmm? Women probably hope their beloved men will touch them this way, right? The girl was somewhat troubled. "So soft, so tender, your little darling is even more delicate than a cat's body." He pinched the bride's labia . "Ah!..." Balesa's love juices flowed from within, the floodgates not fully closed, some spilling onto the outer edges, appearing infinitely lewd. The girl, still shaken, cried out, "You little rascal, what were you doing just now? I was just urinating..."

"This place isn't a toy," the groom sneered. "I was just greeting your little sister first
, so you wouldn't suffer later. I only touched her a little, and look how wet you are." She
protested , "It's my first time having my private parts touched. So..." Her voice softened, then returned
to normal. "I understand. I have to 'cherish' you well, give you a good start, and I'll
be halfway there." The girl's small hands rained down on the man's chest. "You're full of wicked thoughts, no good at all."

"You think I'm bad? I'll be bad to the end, I'll show you!" Feibin was true to his word; his
head moved to the edge of the girl's bare belly, close to her pubic bone. Amidst the myriad red blossoms, the nectar-gathering
lover's erect penis stood tall. "Hey! Feibin, don't stare at me there..." The girl's joy was evident
, her delicate wrist reaching out to cover herself. How could the groom allow that? He hastily grabbed Balesa's hand, luring her away from the doorman's room
, his tongue lolling out, thrusting straight into the bride's vaginal opening. "Ah!...No! So dirty! That place is unclean
! No..." Indifferent, possessed by lust, he ignored her.

She quickly gave in, sprawling flat on the mattress, panting heavily. Feibin's tongue teased her vulva,
a mixture of sweet fragrance, the smell of urine, and honey-like juices. Yes, a woman, this is a woman! Balesa's sweet eyes
shimmered with tears, reflecting the waves rising in her lower body. "No!...Not there! Ugh
!..." The girl's urethra trembled repeatedly, indicating a strong urge to urinate. "Good girl, let it out boldly,
you can't bear such pressure, release it! I really want to taste your golden spring." He
pressed his fingertips against the showerhead beneath her clitoris. The woman's bladder was attacked from both inside and out, Balesa's attempt to urinate
failed , and a powerful jet of water gushed from her small hole.

The groom opened his lips in pleasure, a golden light streaking across the sky, ending in a dark abyss. "Mmm! So
powerful ! Even a beautiful woman's urine is sweet and precious." The girl's hips twitched and shifted, having
escaped her torment. Febin's interest, once aroused, quickly escalated, an endless desire. Pervert!—that was
the only thought remaining in the girl's heart, but the writhing, sticky movements of her clitoris and labia betrayed her lustful actions,
leaving her speechless. "It is more blessed to give than to receive"—the words of the Bible, the magic between sadism and masochism,
the pleasures of the boudoir, perhaps only to be understood intuitively.

The swollen, engorged labia parted, the veil of the clitoris lifted. Balesa's shame,
drop by drop , flowed through the hourglass, sifting through the deep sea of passion. "So alluring! Such a beautiful sheen. Are all other
women's genitals as exquisite as yours?" The man's lewd words pierced her ears, and the girl's jade-like face flushed
, her cherry lips went dry, and her heart was filled with a mixture of emotions. She didn't reply. "Not going to answer?
Then I..." The groom's thick finger pierced the upper part of her vulva, the small pink orb, the electric shock reverberating, the girl frowned
and moaned softly. "Uh, stop...! Please... ugh...!"

"Do you like it? I have something even better..." The tip of his fingernail pressed against the clitoral glans, the swelling and contraction, the hot and cold sensation
, the clitoris swelled several levels, and Balesa's sweet howl rose several octaves. The girl's
vaginal fluids, served as a buffer and lubricant, making the sheets wet and difficult to move. The foreplay had only just begun, and the intensity and temperature difference were already
beyond the reach of Zhang Liang and Han Xin. The thumb and forefinger worked together to pinch and rub the button, which was the size of a soybean. Hot
, frenzied, and amnesiac, the girl clutched her breasts, frantically pulling and squeezing her nipples and clitorises. Her
only belief was sex, sex—come and save her!

Feibin's playful desires were still running high as he tormented Balesa's clitoris beyond recognition. Focus on
the lower part of her body. The urethra, the wellspring of pleasure, "a sharp structure." God created
Eve from Adam's rib; even a bone could be so lovely, unexpected. His tongue took another risk, its sharp tongue
encircling the girl's urethra. Fear, shame, and anxiety overwhelmed the beautiful girl, burying her face in the feather pillow. She no longer
dared to witness his strategic offensive, cowering and trembling, let alone pleading for mercy. The groom
, smug and confident, withdrew his tongue and used his middle finger to block the front half of her vulva, saying, "If you continue
to hide and not face your husband, you'll never be able to urinate or defecate again. I'll
sew your little cunt up with needle and thread, and then..."

"Enough, enough! Fei Bin, don't threaten me!" The innocent bride immediately
turned her beautiful face, her eyes brimming with tears. The groom felt a pang of pity: "I'm sorry, I frightened you!
Don't worry , I love you dearly, how could I possibly hurt your delicate body? At most..." He spoke cautiously
and solemnly. "What do you mean by 'most'? Tell me quickly!" "I'll put a
chastity ." "Wow! ...What's the difference between that and someone else's jade pot?" Balesa's face
turned ashen, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want it! I'll do whatever you say

..." The man made a face. "I was just kidding! What era are we living in
? Why wear that 'chastity belt'? It's like making a key!" The girl laughed through her tears. "You're so annoying! You always tease
me , you scared me half to death! You bad guy!" She leaned against his chest and gave him
a light bite on his broad shoulder. "It hurts! My little darling." "Serves you right for lying to me! Humph
!" Balesa gave him a charming face. "For that, I have to '
get back at you! You're finished!"

"Come on! Who's afraid of who?" The girl's heroic spirit returned. "Don't go back on your word later.
" The groom's words carried a 'threat,' but Balesa wasn't having it. Spreading her legs wide, he used the same trick again, pushing open
the girl's beautiful legs, her peach-like vulva beckoning him. His powerful rod was harder than a diamond, the fiery red lotus
encompassing the entire slender stem. "See? I'm going to use this big thing to stab you! Let's see how long you
can keep talking big!" "Wow! It's truly enormous. Darling, you really want to use
it to... um..." Her reserved nature remained unchanged.

Fabin laughed wildly, "Yes! Little girl, after tonight, you will be my woman!
We will share countless beautiful moments." He ran forward with his gun, leaping into
the foxhole between the girl's spread legs, half-lying, half-kneeling. Balesa instinctively tried to dodge, but the man saw through her intentions, embracing her
slender waist. The girl acted as promised, surrendering completely. "Trying to escape? Little beauty. You can't fly away even if you grow wings
." The bride retorted, "Whether I escape or not is up to me. I've decided not to run away
." The groom smiled, his lips and tongue working together to attack the bride's secret pool.

The girl felt a rush of pleasure as the groom's lips sucked on her clitoris, experiencing a kind of self-
pleasure that made Balesa close her phoenix eyes and savor the new sensation. The man's little finger entered the woman's vagina for the first time, moved by
the purity of the hymen, the delicate opening, the chastity easily discernible. "I'll be your first man..." His ambition
changed, and he pressed forward, kissing the girl's cherry blossoms. Love was nurtured in that sucking.
He licked and grabbed Balesa's beautiful breasts, his eyes still half-closed, his lustful instincts driving him to relentlessly pursue the essence of
a woman's body. Numerous bite marks were visible on her breasts, yet the bride willingly endured it, finding pleasure in it.

"Ah... oh...! My... my vagina is so... so slippery, the water... the water keeps flowing
out ...! The stream in front of my old house... didn't have this much water flow...!" Balesa
cried out lewdly, disregarding her ladylike upbringing. "Little slut, I will unleash your potential; you will surely become
the sexiest, most wanton woman in the future," the man chuckled coldly. "Mmm!..." No matter what he said,
she nodded in agreement, her reason clouded. The tickling sensation on her lower abdomen, the shyness on the inside of the girl's
thighs , delighted the meticulously planned and disciplined Feibin.

The man, judging the opportune moment perfectly, gave his partner his first time without regret. His intimate
lover, his hand caressing her glistening flesh, was radiant with desire. He took a deep breath, strengthening his lungs
, and parted the slick, wet vulva, his glans pressed against the girl's vaginal opening. The battering ram, its
target set, awaited the command to strike. He would then pounce from the foothills, tearing down the city gates in one blow—even if
the city 's general was utterly exhausted. "You… Febin… please have some compassion,
be gentle… I'm scared…" Seeing the ferocious tiger roar, its power unstoppable, she knew
she couldn't avoid , but hoped the impact would be minimal.

Febin, commemorating this moment, began his assault, his penis piercing the girl's hymen. "Ah!...
Ouch! It hurts so much!...It's...as big as a log..." The groom, receiving the message, quickly
slowed his pace. He wouldn't stand idly by while his beloved suffered. He continued his slow movements, and the girl's cries
softened "Pop..." A very faint sound, "Wah!..." Balesa's sobs resumed,
her voice gentle and melodious, bidding farewell to her youthful ferocity and ascending to womanhood. Overwhelmed with ecstasy, the groom, disregarding the fact that
half of his sausage was being thrust into her newly deflowered, delicate honeyed orifice, caused Balesa to scream and moan, collapsing on the spot.

Blood! The crimson stain drove him mad. The groom's warship, like a ship docked at the harbor, rammed against the embankment. The girl's
lower body convulsed, seemingly possessing its own will. The tight, constricting grip guided his erection, as if he were ascending to paradise
. "Ha! This is really exciting. My first time making love, and the girl I've met is so special. Interesting."
Danhe soaked the sheets, and a little bit of his penis and glans also got on it, the weapon of release. "Little, entangled, lubricated.
Balesa's genitals are a wonder! I've heard from my married friends that there really are such dreamlike treasures
? You are one! Little beauty..."

"Oh!..." Feibin's assault cleared the bride's mind from the pain. "You're awake
? I'll..." He lifted her back and kissed her red lips. Balesa was confused and infatuated,
the pleasure and tearing sensations urgently reaching her upper and lower lips. 'The inevitable path for girls...?
Should I love it or hate it?...' "Ah! Feibin, you're inserting it so deep, are you going to cut me open?
Eek!... Ugh!" The groom was speechless, kissing her tender neck. Balesa looked down, her long legs spread wide
, her labia aroused, revealing the world within her vagina, where a black python was deeply penetrating and planting within.
Sexual fluids clung together, yellow and white mingling, and she tilted her head slightly—"I'm so lewd..."
Her face flushed, feigning indifference.

The narrowness inside was anticipated. The man's urge to penetrate found its source, "My soul
is almost sucked dry by her beautiful little hole! Whew!" The piston-like thrusts, back and forth, he spread her
legs, making the vaginal opening even narrower, further increasing the difficulty! The girl sat with her back to him, on his strong legs. He
took fire from across the mountain, straddling her armpits to rub her breasts again, thrusting fiercely, Balesa moaning repeatedly
, her nectar flowing freely, faithfully expressing her peaks. Orgasms? She couldn't count how many, only
vaguely remembering that she slept for a whole morning afterward before she could muster the strength to stand. Feibin? He's no better...

The young girl turned her snowy neck, her fiery lips pressed against her lover's, the calamities of the past century temporarily
extinguished. A woman must think more of herself. The union of yin and yang is valued for its harmony, not one-sided
satisfaction. Physical connection, spiritual communication is the true path. "Feibin! My Feibin!..."
The girl's pale face was painted with erotic paint, obscuring her remaining sky. "Ah! Fuck me to death!
Pierce my rotten vagina!... I've let you play with me my whole life!... Ouch..." The groom thrust harder
, his face contorted with filth, "My darling, your wish... I will grant it!"

The nearly ten-inch steel warrior struggled relentlessly, Balesa's little darling opening and closing, as if
conversing with the night, their intimate lovemaking, their skin pressed together. The languid, powerless girl lay
prone on the bed, her full breasts pressed into oval shapes, her plump buttocks raised, her delicate knees half-bent, swaying and begging for
the man's penis to grace her. The groom turned and thrust, his penis arching against the girl's jade gate. When the gate was breached, she
cried incessantly. Fibinho thrust and pounded, just as before, the bride would submit for a moment, only whimpering softly.

He then rubbed the girl's vaginal secretions against her anus, slowly and gently. "Darling
...you...still want..." "Oh, I want all your virginity, not even here..."
"This is not in accordance with God's teachings! Please stop..." Balesa cried out in horror. (Note: In the
18th and 19th centuries, anal and oral sex were not recognized by various religious sects.) It was irreversible
; half of the groom's penis penetrated the girl's tender anus, unifying the rectum. "Wow!...
" Similar to the agony of losing her chastity, she bid farewell to another kind of fidelity.

"Look! Your anus is no worse than your vagina! So pleasurable! I'll stab, stab, stab! ...
I'll cripple you!" The club pounded into her base, the girl's buttocks aching as if about to burst. "Wow! Ah! Wow! ...
Stop! ...Ugh!..." She cried out in anguish. "Ah?" Hearing his lover's lament
, Febin was suddenly deafened. "Baresa? ...You're crying..." "Um...I'm sorry...It really hurts
...I can't take it anymore..." Shyness was inevitable. He apologized, "I'll be more careful..."
The groom stopped pushing, his groping and pulling away, the girl's protective tension gradually fading.

The snake club planted rice, transplanted seedlings, harvested in autumn, stored for winter. Brown intestinal fluid splattered from her base. Baresa's
eyes rolled back, her voice hoarse and exhausted. Febin's strength was divinely aided, carving through mountains and shaking the five sacred peaks. He
thrust for over thirty minutes, culminating in the final climax, ejaculating a white stream, his seminal vesicles emptying in just over ten seconds. The bride,
weak and feeble, exhausted, lost all her senses, her yin essence surging forth like a tidal wave. The man lay sprawled beside the girl, like a carp emerging
from water , a male dog in heat, lips closed yet tongues open. "I never imagined I'd be so skilled in battle
..." the groom smugly

boasted. "Febin... you, my dear..." The man and girl reached out, their hands touching,
their hearts intertwined . "No need for words. Balesa, I have given you my essence." Febin...
"So... how about we do this every night from now on?" the girl sobbed softly. "Do
n't you like it?" the groom asked, his voice tinged with disappointment. The bride immediately cried out, "No! Not at all! My mother-in-law
warned me that the first time isn't always fun, but she was only right about part of it." "
What about the other part?" "I'm the one crying in pain! You heartless little devil."

The man looked remorseful. "Baresa, it's my fault. Let me see where you're hurt,
okay?" The girl said shyly, "You wouldn't happen to be a voyeur of girls' private parts, would you?
" "Uh... I'm just concerned about you!" Fei Bin exclaimed, lowering his gaze to the bride's exquisite
lower body . He touched her covering; the girl's vulva and anus were indeed swollen and red, as if afraid they would split open.
"How pitiful. Let me help you." "Ah! Don't do it again! Oh! Darling, you still smell
'her' scent?" Baresa laughed and rolled around.

The couple, already full of desire, spent their wedding night in a frenzy. As dawn broke, "We've been playing
all night?" Feibin asked, puzzled. "Yes! You, you bull, you stallion, riding me like a horse
, never getting tired!" the bride teased. "Hey! Your tender legs are so clinging to my waist
, your little hole gripping my manhood like crab claws, you yourself can't bear to let go, how can I?"
the groom retorted. Balesa chuckled softly, a slight smile playing on her lips, a perfect match indeed!

The two remained loving for many years, yet still childless, a fact Feibin never suspected. A decade later, the couple retreated to
a mountain cabin in the Norwegian highlands. He had noticed—the beautiful woman's youthful face remained unchanged, while her husband
showed signs of aging. After decades, the man was old and frail. "Balesa, what is your
identity? Why haven't you changed at all?" the old man asked, his voice slurred and loose. "My dear
, I am an immortal being reborn." She held his wrinkled hand. "You... are you
a fairy, a narcissus from mythology?" The girl didn't answer directly. "I am not any monster, I only possess
the ability of immortality."...

Ten years passed, and the old man passed away peacefully. Balesa buried the coffin herself, mourning silently, her beloved of
this life returning to the dust. The girl resolutely left her secluded, peaceful forest valley to witness
the great changes of the mid-20th century. There were only about 28 years left before she returned to her male form. It was 1959
AD . Less than fourteen years after the end of World War II. The passion of the war
had left participating countries in economic depression and recession, but her Swiss bank account was fortunately not frozen. After much deliberation, she decided
to withdraw part of her money to return to the United States to settle down and continue searching for the traces of the immortal being reborn.

She boarded a cruise ship, living in her cabin, sorting through old belongings and reminiscing. A sorrowful Balesa
took out a rapier from a chest that had been with her for two centuries. She had never stopped practicing. Though the cloth covering it was worn
, the sword remained safe and sharp as ever. "This is my sword from a past life. It seems I must
return to my old ways." The girl drew the sword, its supple curve flowing smoothly, her movements agile
and nimble. She practiced quickly, feeling refreshed and without hesitation. Gazing at the blade, she thought, "This
precious sword, from now on we'll depend on each other.
Perhaps the 'Three Musketeers' from Alexandre Dumas's novel will be my role models."

In post-war America, with no war on the homeland, the economy remained unaffected. The girl, reborn, chose to live near
Washington, D.C. She established a fashion design company and gradually ventured into the department store industry. With substantial
wealth and a shrewd business mind, she quickly made a name for herself in the business world. In the cold, alluring abyss of a glamorous world,
Balesa rarely smiled. Her age remained a mystery, the media offering countless speculations—all claiming she
was under twenty. The girl diligently investigated, searching for kindred spirits hidden in the vast sea of people. For three years, she made no
progress, her investments failing. Balesa's swordsmanship and combat skills, however, became unparalleled.

Soon after, she established a branch office in New York. At ten o'clock that morning, the young woman presided over the ribbon-cutting ceremony
, finding herself surrounded by guests and dignitaries, Balesa overwhelmed with social obligations. Suddenly, a certain spiritual force stirred
the ripples of her inner spirit, a malevolent receptor. 'Huh? Could there be a malevolent accomplice present
?' A sudden sense of unease arose within her. After the opening ceremony, a small banquet commenced. The girl, under the guise of entertaining guests,
moved among the VIPs. After investigating for seven or eight minutes, Balesa
paused before a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes. That spiritual current… it was him!

The man extended his hand in greeting, and they shook hands politely. He said in a low voice, "Miss Balesa, I've heard so much about you
. You may call me Crouchus, shall I?" The young woman's beautiful face remained calm. "And who are you, sir?" "Me
? I am Machir Norma, the newly elected Congressman from New York
State
. I have excellent connections with both government and business. Perhaps we can cooperate, and I'll guarantee you'll dominate America!" "Congressman Norma, you know him?" "We are all reincarnations, but our circumstances are different. Your predecessor—Crouchus—devoted himself to the French Revolution
and is a celebrated national hero. I, too, have heard of his illustrious reputation in Germany."

"Are you German?" "Yes. At the beginning of World War II, I joined the Nazi Party, vowing to liberate
Europe. Unfortunately, Hitler failed and committed suicide out of fear of punishment, and all the party members were implicated. I changed my name and fled
to America, this self-proclaimed land of freedom. The American people have misused the true meaning of freedom, mixing Black, White, and
Asian races! I think white orthodoxy has been defiled! I want to restore the glory of the white people!
God is the true God of pure white people! America will shine long and bright because of the God of white people!"
A pure-blooded remnant of the Hitler demon.

"How rude! I have no interest in 'white supremacy'.
You can loudly proclaim your ideas in the halls of Congress. I am just a woman, extremely apathetic to politics
." "Hmph! A woman? My ideal is not limited to Congress, but to the presidency of the United States
!" The congressman sneered. "Huh? You..." "However, I've devised another plan.
The election campaign is still a long way off; if we seize power through a coup, that would be a shortcut.
You can definitely help me with this."

"Huh?" She was truly bewildered. "Miss Balesa, I know your swordsmanship and skills are unparalleled
, and you are incredibly wealthy; I, on the other hand, am a political star, adept at financial management, wielding considerable influence
, and possess the credentials to be a presidential candidate in the next election. If we join forces, build our own personal armies, eliminate
the president, and monopolize politics and economics—all of America's resources will be ours! Then we can do whatever we want
and turn the United States of America into an ideal nation!" "Mr. Representative, are you planning a rebellion?" "
Not a rebellion! A revolution!"

The girl nodded sweetly, murmuring softly, "But to act solely out of personal gain is not a 'revolution.'
Especially your reckless actions, disrupting the peaceful pace of life for the people, are extremely unwise." "I..."
At first, I thought you were on a similar wavelength to me, but it turns out that was wishful thinking. Your
thinking is quite stubborn and inflexible! My ambition will not change! I want revolution! To establish
a new Nazi state.” Barreza solemnly replied: “We are not on the same page. Machiavelli,
if you insist on going your own way, others will have to stop you.” “A young girl? Alone and weak,
what can you do? I’m not afraid of you! Just you wait!” The congressman threw out the harsh words and left the hall.

She was unconvinced—if such a madman were allowed to cause trouble, it would not only bring disaster to America, but also
add to the world’s calamities! Barreza was determined to “go to hell if I don’t,” and
the weapons of the two reborn people with different intentions were once again at war. Before going to bed, the girl cleaned her beloved sword, the serpent of the sword swirling around
her, the long-dormant murderous intent stirring, this battle was inevitable. "You haven't tasted blood for over a hundred years
, your edge has been hidden for too long. But for the sake of the world, you're willing to let New York bloom with the fiery peaches of scoundrels."
The girl sword hilt in hand, suddenly thrust forward with a powerful stab, a whistling sound shattering the air.

... Several days later.

"President! Here's a letter from you. The messenger forbade us to open and filter it,
insisting that you open it yourself." Balesa took it. "Okay, thank you, Leah. You can go back to your work
." The secretary left. She examined the envelope; it was tightly sealed. The cover read—To Balesa
Jean Remo, signed M. C. Norma in the lower corner. "Norma? Is that the mad
congressman ?" She cut it open with a letter cutter and removed the contents. As expected—a letter of challenge.

"Miss Balesa: My memory is never bad. You want to stop my
plans to reform America? Fine, I'd like to test your mettle. I recently bought a villa in the suburbs.
Do I have the honor of inviting such a beautiful woman like you to my humble abode? Please get your dirty laundry clean
—if you lose to me, then I won't get incurable AIDs. Time:
..." The girl's fingers trembled with anger, though she didn't show it on her face. She calmly memorized the key points, grabbed her
lighter, struck the flint, and the letter burned to ashes.

It was 7:30 that evening. A Jaguar 370 silently drove into a bend and came to a stop. A
beautiful girl stepped out, dressed in a dark blue outfit and riding boots, holding a rapier—an ancient sword,
its spirit undiminished. "Hmm... the address is correct, the mansion is quite large." She looked around
, searching for the entrance. The gate was locked, and the gatekeeper was nowhere to be seen. Heaven helps those who help themselves; Balesa had to rely on
herself . The girl decided to leap over the wall beside the gate, without having to face anyone first.

The girl, light and graceful as a swallow, darted and leaped over the wall, swift and silent. Why were several pairs of fierce, beastly eyes
staring at her with hostility? The girl's heart skipped a beat, but then calmed down—they were several German Shepherds kept by the homeowner. They were fed
raw meat and blood, their wild nature untamed. The dogs were not on leashes, adopting a domineering posture, growling and hissing.
How could Balesa back down? She struck first, her delicate body breaking free, leaping forward. Her jade-like hand grasped a sword, her cold
brows flashing, and she charged at the dogs. "Woof!" The dog formation crumbled, exploding in smoke. The dogs' heads were all sliced
in two, white fluid gushing out, bones spilling out, flesh peeling away—a gruesome death, silent.

A rustling sound of footsteps echoed as guards crept in! Flashlight beams swept wildly, and Balesa scrambled and rolled, trying
to avoid the blinding light, but the sheer number of people made it impossible. "Found her! This woman's really good at running! Fire!" Bullets flew
, and the girl rolled and tumbled along the ground, waiting for her chance to strike. "Oh! Ugh..." A bullet pierced her left upper arm,
blood gushing out. The girl immediately hid in the bushes, waiting for her wound to heal. Gunshots rang out again. "Where did she go
? Find her!" "Everyone stay close, don't get separated, or that woman will pick you off one by one!"
Balesa judged the footsteps and conversation; there were about ten people.

She endured five minutes until the scab on her left arm healed completely. The woman sneered,
"It's my turn to report back to you all... Attack!" The girl darted around, pinpointing the pursuers' location, and circled
back , launching a sudden attack. "You've all worked hard, rest in peace!" Balesa cried out. "Huh?"
The dozen or so men in the platoon turned around and shouted. The girl descended from the air, her sword flashing, arcs of light gathering, scattering
across her men. "Whoa!" Their Adam's apples were pierced in the neck, the holes filled with blood, and they fell instantly.

A single move to ambush the enemy. 'There should be quite a few henchmen inside, I should be careful.' Balesa
understood the danger at every step, and didn't retract her sword, keeping it ready for any eventuality. She cautiously and quickly leaped forward, seeing a group of guards
approaching. With a deft elbow strike, the sword tip drew a circle, blood shadows woven together, many heads fell, and the number
of casualties and was incalculable. 'Infuriating! How come the assassins hired by Machiro can't be eliminated?' Her moves became swift and precise,
the girl sweeping away a wall of flesh, surrounding them from below.

Balesa soared high, leaping across the four-ring wall of flesh with three leaps in mid-air. She glanced back,
her sword tip flashing with fury, the blade's barbs shifting and transforming, piercing the skin like shimmering snowflakes. Four groups of men were
struck on the back of the head, blown through from front to back, their faces exploding like dumdum bullets. Heads fell flat on their faces, piled up like manure. The garden
was eerily still; the wind, the blood, the swaying branches. The girl secretly monitored the house's movements—the congressmen
awaited her arrival in their lair.

She chopped off the doorknob with her sword, kicked open the door, and six men who looked like gangsters stood on either side. "
Heh heh heh...! Balesa, you've come? Those bastards outside couldn't take you down? But your
good luck ends here." Marchilo appeared around the corner, his greasy face filled with a lewd grin. "The seven
of will join forces to capture you, and then... we'll tear your beautiful hole apart!" the girl sneered. "Who cares
about you guys? If I were afraid of you, would I dare to come here?"

The congressman roared, "Grab her!" Six burly men brandished their canes, their rounded tips raised high, their blades gleaming
. "Cane knives!" the girl cried. Norma murmured, "They are all
skilled knife-wielders from the 'Grey Wolf Gang,' I don't need to control them. They can subdue you just as well!" Balesa smiled
, "I've long wanted to experience the power of cane knives, and today my wish has come true." The girl raised her left arm, her right arm
flat, a standard beginner's fencing move.

"Ah!..." The six men charged forward in unison, their blades flashing from six different directions. Balesa anticipated the six
attacks and performed a wide swerve. The metal clanged, the canes deflecting the blades, and the attackers realized something was amiss
. She bent down again, her finger flashing across the steel python in a fleeting moment, a fox straddling the cliff. Each of the intruders had a horizontal
mark on their forehead, blood gushing out, convulsing wildly, then refusing to rest. Six more souls of Mo Chou were added to the earth. The girl
slipped through the red corridor and headed towards Norma.

He swiftly raised his machine gun, pulled the trigger, "Stupid woman, you can't catch me!"
Hundreds of bullets instantly struck the girl's body. "What!" The girl, caught off guard,
was thrown several meters away by the immense momentum of the bullets, collapsing to the ground, flat on the red floor. "Hahaha...! Taking advantage of this..."
"Perfect opportunity, time to run! See you later!" The congressman made a hasty escape.
Barresa, , only heard the sound of a car accelerating away… "Damn it…"

Thirty minutes later, she recovered her senses and physical injuries. "He got away! But why
didn't he kill her?" she wondered, completely baffled. The distant sirens wailed, and Barresa knew she needed to
escape immediately, lest she end up in jail. The girl leaped over a wall, returned to her car, slammed on the gas,
and sped away from the scene…

The case was prosecuted. In reality, it remained unresolved. The entire New York City Police Department was mobilized, but ultimately, without
concrete evidence, the case was closed…

Reincarnated people don't have fingerprints.

Nearly half a century later, Klaus Hughes remembered it vividly. Old grudges and resentments, reincarnation and change—Norma
should now be a beautiful woman, hidden among the American masses. He held Linda's tender hand,
his heart still uneasy. Yes, the other reincarnated beings had arrived in New York City. Two hundred and thirty years of waiting,
the battle between good and evil was about to begin, the legend of immortality—who would be the ultimate victor?

The plot on the big screen held no appeal for the young man. That uneasy premonition gnawed at
his heart. When it comes, Klausius must bear it...

Author

: Dream Builder

Chapter Ten, Mystery! Fighting against God, Forever Immortal—The Legend of the Reincarnated (Part Three)

One month later. Fate and destiny intertwine.

Broadway, New York. Xiao Yushuang and Lilia
leave the newly completed Bereavement Opera House amidst the departing crowd. The 300th performance of "The Phantom of the Opera" at the theater
garnered praise from critics for its stage design, lighting effects, acting, and stellar cast. Having waited a long time to secure tickets, they indulged in a bit of elegance
after completing their mission to escort Chinese national treasures and precious artifacts to the Museum of New York for an exhibition
. Donning glamorous evening gowns, they strolled the streets like sophisticated socialites,
thoroughly of their figures;

the two were like exquisitely beautiful women. Yu Shuang and Lilia spent a considerable amount of time explaining the plot of the opera. The two beautiful
young women walked towards the city center. Klaus, having just dropped his girlfriend off at home, drove
past their alluring figures. The girl suddenly sensed a flash of spiritual energy within her, "Strange? It seems there's an extraordinary being nearby
?" At the same moment, the reborn Klaus, sensing the intense energy fluctuations, thought, "This... a powerful and profound energy
." "Not an immortal, but an extraordinary being even more unfathomable than us."

The young ninja stopped. "Yuko, what's wrong?" Lilia asked. "A very subtle
feeling, something I've never experienced before. There's definitely an unusual person in this area," the girl
whimpered. The red-haired woman rested her chin on her hand, seemingly understanding but not quite. It's alright, she pretended to understand, and she also enthusiastically
looked around. Passing travelers thought they were looking for lost items.

The reborn person parked the car next to the car, sticking their head out of the window, looking around. Yushuang's questioning gaze
happened to drift over, their eyes met, and the two understood instantly—"It's you!" The female ninja spoke first
: "Sir, you are no ordinary person, are you?" Klaus chuckled: "You, beautiful young lady
, are probably no ordinary person either." The man alighted from the car and bowed respectfully: "Klaus
Jean Remo . Two hundred and thirty-two years old, a reincarnated soul who wished to die but could not."

Lilia gasped in astonishment: "Ah? How can someone be so old, yet look only in their early twenties?"

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