[Divine Capital] (Chapter 53) - A super-long fantasy novel with 20,000 words updated, featuring the memories of thirteen people.

【Divine Capital】(Chapter 53) A super long fantasy novel 　　, 20,000 words updated, the 　　memories of 　　thirteen people 　　.
Author: Frankenstein 　　Published 　　on sis001 　　on
2015/08/18
Word count: 　　21224
**************** 　　... Even though they are completely different worlds, the similarities 　　are far more numerous than I had originally thought. 　　The difference is that in the world before, if you lost something important, you could simply try to lift your head and move on 　　; but here, you don't have a second chance. 　　So now, the two people sitting on either side of the round table are equally cautious. They don't want the other to see their 　　caution, but they have no choice but to be. They are even well aware of each other's caution, because it is inevitable. 　　When Paul walked in, Burning Ruins didn't stand up to shake hands; he just sat there and 　　gestured for him to enter. 　　This room was once the place where Holkin and his scholars drafted the Rebel Refugee Act. Now it 　　has been cleaned and a large round table for meetings has been set up. The only thing that reminds me of 　　what once happened here is the torn roof overhead. 　　If you have to be precise, this probably can't even be called a room anymore. Three-fifths of the walls and most 　　of the roof are gone, making this place look more like an open-air platform. I can easily 　　overlook the city of the Destroyers from here. 　　Paul gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Kuku before sitting down himself. The earlier guests quickly 　　filled the reserved seats, including the guild leaders of the top ten guilds on the Azure Continent, and 　　six core members of the TWP guild, including Kuku. 　　Although Chu Xie no longer held any real power here, Ranxu still arranged for her to sit 　　one seat away from him. Between them sat Jia Shi, and on Ranxu's other side sat Osovy. 　　I sat next to Chu Xie, the seat Ranxu had indicated for me. In fact, 　　there were at least a dozen people with higher ranks than me in the newly reorganized resistance centered around the Si Mie Zhe; I never imagined I'd be sitting here. 　　This wasn't to say Ranxu respected me, because the meaning of "respect" seemed 　　different to him than to others. He must have had his reasons for placing me in this prominent position, but 　　I didn't know what those reasons were. 　　It had taken us four or five days to settle the thousands of important members from Azure, and now 　　the leaders of both sides had finally met. 　　Paul has always maintained a fairly friendly relationship with Chu Xie and me, but we're not friendly enough to 　　completely expose the internal conflicts of the new resistance to them. Similarly, we have no reason to help Ran Xu exploit 　　Paul and his group. If everything goes according to plan, those who need help will receive it, and 　　those who offer assistance will do their utmost. 　　The question is, who needs help, and who offers assistance? 　　I don't know the specific topics of today's meeting, but the room is only two-thirds full 　　, meaning many who should have arrived haven't. 　　Paul seemed to realize this too; a barely perceptible smile appeared beneath his stubble, and he 　　turned his seat towards the entrance. 　　A few minutes later, the last group of guests arrived, their arrival causing a slight 　　change in my breathing. 　　Leading them was a man with shoulder-length hair. His profile was slightly obscured by his hair, but it couldn't hide 　　his actor-like good looks—a face with a touch of feminine beauty. His physique was 　　similar, tall and well-proportioned. Compared to the rugged Paul, he was more scholarly and lacked the wild arrogance of Ranxu. 　　He wore ordinary casual clothes, without armor, and seemed to be carrying no weapons. However, 　　a cold-eyed man beside him carried a distinctive piece of equipment— 　　something any warrior living on the Bronze Continent should recognize. 　　Ranxu, who had been lazily reclining in his seat, stretched out his hands high and 　　clapped loudly and slowly in the air. 　　"Welcome!" he said loudly, enunciating each word clearly. It seemed very solemn, yet 　　he made no intention of straightening up from his chair. 　　Poshuang ignored his bizarre behavior, instead simply raising his palm in greeting with 　　a faint smile. A second later, he did the same to Paul beside him. 　　Paul didn't smile again; he simply nodded slightly to Poshuang. 　　Broken Frost sat in his designated spot, while everyone who had accompanied him simply stood scattered behind him 　　, no one else taking a seat. 　　Thus, the open-air conference room presented a strange scene. Two-thirds of the seats were 　　occupied, while the remaining third was empty, with only one person sitting in the center. I didn't know why 　　the forces from the Bronze Continent were behaving this way; perhaps it was because Dreams had 　　unified most of the powerful guilds during the previous monster invasion. 　　The warrior beside Broken Frost placed the crimson weapon he had been carrying on his back onto the ground with a dull 　　thud. It was Broken Frost's signature weapon, a folding heavy spear, 　　ridiculously large even in its folded state. 　　Broken Frost's spear, Paul's [Crowning Crown], AZZA's golden bow, the Dark Elf King's [Royal...]

[Hou]... These weapons, to be on par with their masters, these super soldiers, is undoubtedly a unique
honor. I couldn't help but touch the Divine Palace at my waist, wondering if I could make your name resound
throughout the new world belonging to the new humans.
However, I remembered Melfis telling me that Frostbreaker had a hidden weapon... a
sword that had severed the Raven Feather Blade. I didn't see him wearing it, nor was there anyone carrying two swords behind him.
I think there aren't many people in this world who know that Frostbreaker possesses a second weapon. If the sword's power is truly
as Melfis described, then I can only say that Frostbreaker is incredibly cunning. Any high-level warrior would hide
their trump cards, but to use a weapon with such outrageous power as a hidden trump card is truly unimaginable
.
The only explanation is that most people who know of this weapon's existence have already died by its blade.
Just as I was lost in thought, Burning Ruins suddenly jumped up from his reclining position and sat down
in a chair with a serious expression. He clenched his fists and lightly tapped them on the table.
The "thump" could be considered the opening bell of the meeting.
"It must have been hard for you two to come all this way," he said loudly.
Paul spread his hands, revealing an expression that said, "We didn't have much of a choice."
"Although the price was a bit high..." Frostbroken spoke, his voice as clear and crisp as I had imagined,
"the portal the Pupil Clan opened for us made our arrival much easier."
The inhabitants of the Bronze Continent were much luckier than those of the Blue Sea. With the government's help, Dreams had stockpiled
considerable supplies and built crop cultivation bases for the development of the Dark Side. Their crop cultivation farms were permanent
facilities, not built for large-scale migration.
But that was enough. During the [Apocalypse], Dreams opened the Dark Side portal for free
and, like us, distributed food to starving refugees and maintained basic order. These
actions perfectly won over the hearts of the Bronze Continent's inhabitants and also earned them the right to confront the resistance
.
Burning Ruins holds many strong cards, such as improved infrastructure, a more comprehensive
understanding of the Dark Side, and plans for the future of the New Humans. If this world were simply a game of good cards beating bad cards,
Burning Ruins would undoubtedly be the winner.
The question is, will Frostbreak play its cards?
Indeed, we have hope of escaping. But what if Frostbreak has no intention of leaving at all?
All the chips would be meaningless. If Frostbreak doesn't get what it wants, it can simply not play the
game. But in our game, we need it as a pawn to move forward on the board with us.
Because our true opponent is the Shadow Clan.
"You probably already understand the situation here, so I won't waste any more words. Paul, what do you say?"
Although Burning Ruins isn't a politician, no one doubts his intelligence. His apparent recklessness and
arrogance are merely mislabels imposed on him by those who don't understand him. His ability to carve out
a place for himself within the financial empire demonstrates that he is smarter than the vast majority of people in this world.
Therefore, his direct question is far more powerful than it appears.
"I told your sister when I came that we don't intend to negotiate with the master. Everything is
negotiable, unless we're asked to die for nothing."
Paul's posture was extremely humble. Although I wasn't sure if Ranxu would appreciate his humility, at least
in this situation, Paul's attitude was putting a lot of pressure on Poshuang.
"Ranxu." Poshuang looked at the silent Paul and called his master's name.
"Speak."
"I heard Melfis is here with you?"
My palms immediately started sweating; Poshuang's question was so sudden. In such an important occasion,
his first question was about Melfis; who knows what he wanted.
Ranxu frowned: "Are you really expecting me to answer this stupid question?"
Poshuang remained calm: "Yes, I came here to find him. All this messy migration plan
, and this back-and-forth nagging about cooperation... I'm sorry, I really can't muster the energy for it."
"Since you're not here to discuss business, then get back." Ranxu's anger seemed to have flared up.
Seeing his reaction, Po Shuang actually smiled happily: "Otherwise what? Fight me?"
Ran Xu's anger was like a campfire suddenly extinguished, leaving only acrid smoke in an instant: "I fucking
knew you'd say that."
"Fight?"
"No, it's pointless."
Po Shuang sighed: "Sigh, never mind. Elachina!"
With his call, a woman in her early thirties walked out from behind him. This woman's hair was
neatly combed, she was very beautiful, and her eyes had a deep light.
"I'll negotiate the cooperation for him." Elachina stood next to Po Shuang and said to Ran Xu.
Ran Xu didn't seem to want to do this, but he ultimately gave up on provoking Po Shuang.
"If you want to go back to the outside world, you have to come here. Once you come, you must obey our commands
, it's that simple, yes or no?"
Elazina bowed slightly to Ranxu. "I personally respect you very much, and I hope you won't
take us for a bunch of fools."
"State your conditions."
"First, our original organization cannot be dismantled. Second, regarding the distribution of power, we hope
it can at least reach the level of a lordship..."
Ranxu raised his hand, and Elazina immediately stopped speaking.
"A lordship? You're eating our supplies, using our frontline outposts, and you still want to retain your original combat
troops? No need to continue."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll give you a crop cultivation airship; you decide how many people it can support. The rest will be incorporated into
our organization."
Elazina shook her head. "If that's the case, we'll lose our ability to protect ourselves. Once we reach the Dark Side..."
"When we're deep inside, we become easy prey in your eyes. Do you think we'd agree to that?"
"Don't you have him?" Burning Ruins pointed at Frostbreak. "If a level zero warrior is determined to cause trouble, who can
stop him?"
"I don't represent Frostbreak, but the interests of everyone on the Bronze Continent." "
Or perhaps the interests of Dreams are more appropriate, Miss Elachina." Burning Ruins sneered.
"One crop cultivation airship is enough to feed everyone in your guild. Or are you planning to build an
army strong enough to rival us to feel secure? Besides, let me remind you, that means
I'll still be the one feeding this army. What kind of fool would agree to that?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean..."
"Enough!" Frostbreak interrupted Elachina, his smile vanishing.
"Burning Ruins, just as you said, one airship. But I'll add a condition: if you use this to force my people
into the battle, I'll kill everyone around you first. That's a pre-arranged deal, isn't it? Oh, Osovie,
excluding you."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to the guy next to Burning Ruins.
Osovie didn't react much, just smiled amicably at Broken Frost. I remember before the [Apocalypse]
, Osovie, as the representative of the resistance, conducted secret diplomacy with all factions. Now it seems he's
won considerable favor with Broken Frost.
"Wouldn't it have been better to have a direct conversation from the start?" Ranxu didn't seem to care about Poshuang's threatening tone.
"I thought you didn't care about these things at all."
"It's not that I don't care, it's just that I hate wasting time on these kinds of things. That's why I don't like being
the guild leader." "
Then it's a deal. But I have one condition. You know that when we sit here, this so-called cooperation
means that both sides have to give something." Ranxu said, "Okay, go ahead."
"As agreed earlier, in future battles on the dark side, I won't force Dreams to participate,
and the same goes for TWP. But there is one battle that everyone must participate in, and only once."
"What do you mean?" This time it was Paul who spoke.
Actually, both groups that came were mentally prepared for battle, but they didn't understand
why Ranxu insisted on summoning them.
Ranxu tapped the table, and Osovy next to him took over the task of explaining the mission to everyone.
"We're currently surrounded by Shadow Clan monsters in our Dark Side territory, and we need your full strength to fight.
Without breaking this encirclement, we won't be able to advance an inch."
"How large is the monster horde?" Paul asked again. He must have known that his forces
were inextricably linked to the upcoming battle, hence his concern. In contrast, Frostbreaker seemed
uninterested.
"Very large, perhaps a hundred or even a thousand times our fighting strength. They don't need supplies, are
completely under the leader's control, highly disciplined, fearless, and will never retreat."
Hearing this description, everyone, including Chu Xie and myself, frowned.
Even those with the most significant stakes made this assessment; everyone would assume the situation was
far worse.
"If the situation were really as dire as you say, your Dark Side base would have been lost long ago,"
Paul questioned.
Osovie then spent ten minutes sharing in detail the current situation in the Dark Side and
the rules of the contract between Osovie and the Leorette. As the president of Dreams, Broken Frost had a certain
understanding of these matters; while Paul's side hadn't truly penetrated the dark side like the other two forces, so he listened very attentively
, occasionally asking questions.
When Osovie fell silent again, both Paul and Broken Frost seemed to be deep in thought.
"According to what you're saying, we can use the boundaries of the vampire territory to wage a war of attrition against them.
Is this your plan?" Paul was the first to ask a question.
Osovie shook his head: "Now I'll tell everyone the whole plan. I hope you can wait until I've
finished explaining before asking any further questions."
Everyone looked at him, which was considered tacit agreement.
In fact, even Chu Xie and I knew nothing about Osovie's plan. I think the only person present
who knew his plan was Ran Xu.
"I need to select warriors of level 9 or above to form a force of 6,000 to launch an assault on the monster horde.
These 6,000 will be divided into independent combat units of three, with the weakest group at the front and
the strongest at the rear. When the battle begins, we will advance in waves.
The warriors at the front will clear the way for the ones behind them. When they are entangled by monsters, the groups behind will continue the assault, until they reach
the very center of the monster horde. Finally, the strongest group will
kill the Shadow Clan royal city lord who is stationed there. If the kill is successful, the monster tide will naturally retreat."
A silence fell. I saw countless expressions, mostly surprise, doubt, disdain, and even mockery
.
"You're not joking, are you? Hmm… I remember you're not the type to joke around." Broken Frost didn't
show any unusual expression, but his words clearly revealed his attitude.
When Chu Xie and I heard this plan, we couldn't help but exchange a glance. The girl's eyes,
though not contemptuous, still held confusion and bewilderment.
Me too. Having witnessed the horde of monsters led by Hei Wuwu, I find it hard to imagine that six thousand people
could possibly break through to Hei Wuwu's side.
"I'm not finished yet," Osovie raised his voice amidst the buzzing discussion. "This plan
has two points of feasibility. First, three-person combat units are sufficient to ensure rotation of combat power, and I will provide systematic training to the participants
. Second, the number of monsters within a unit of space is always limited. For a warrior
, whether the opponent is ten thousand enemies or a million enemies, when surrounded, the number of monsters within a unit of time..."
Attacks from all directions are inevitably limited. If we can achieve a swift kill, then we won't
need to face enemies hundreds or thousands of times larger.”
When he finished speaking, the contempt on everyone's faces disappeared, replaced by even greater doubt. This
was understandable, because initially everyone thought “impossible”; now, they were thinking,
“What if we fail?”
The success rate determines a very cruel reality: the survival rate.
In ancient warfare, when we often talk about “defeating a million-strong army,” the actual
number of deaths in battle was often only one-tenth. The tactics proposed by Osovie, once initiated,
leave no room for failure; failure means that everyone who has penetrated to the heart of the enemy lines will pay with their lives.
And almost everyone present was a prominent warrior from various continents; they would inevitably be
part of the fighting force, and among those most deeply embedded in the enemy ranks.
"You should all have guessed it without me saying it, the last group, the ones who will actually kill him, is
the three of you," Osovie continued, his gaze sweeping over Paul, Frostbreak, and Burning Ruins in turn.
Paul frowned when he looked at him. "Hey, I haven't agreed to participate in this operation yet. To
be honest, I don't think it's a good idea. I don't think anyone here is afraid of death, but neither is anyone willing to
gamble their life on a plan with no chance of success."
Frostbreak looked at Paul and smiled. "This proposal actually interests me
more than the previous topics. That Shadow Clan royal city lord must be very powerful, right? I'd be happy to fight him. However, Paul and I
think similarly, the success rate of this plan is a pipe dream. Before we even get to that Blackless
, the surrounding minions will drown us. To die at the hands of minions... tsk, probably from exhaustion
, I'm not prepared for that kind of ending."
Osovie looked solemnly at everyone sitting at the table, as if trying to read what each person was thinking
. This wasn't difficult, because the approving looks on people's faces meant their thoughts
weren't much different from those of the two super soldiers.
This guy, who looked to be under twenty, this schemer who had once manipulated us,
this Rilin who stood among humanity for reasons unknown, faced the most elite
warriors of the entire [Divine Capital] world, and let out a deep sigh, seemingly having made up his mind.
"The success rate of this plan is actually quite high," he said.
"Come on, who can you convince with that now? I really don't know where you get your confidence from." Po
Shuang's tone was still amiable, but not polite.
"Because someone has done it before."
Osovie's words exploded like thunder in the conference room, completely silencing the murmurs of discussion.
"What did you say?" Paul seemed not to have heard him clearly.
Osovie looked at him and slowly repeated his words.
"I said someone did it before."
"When?"
"That's not important. What's important is that there were only twelve people back then."
"What?!"
"The enemy's monster horde was a much larger abyssal beast horde than it is now. You could say that
the strongest monster in the horde now is weaker than the weakest one back then. Those twelve people used the method I described to break
through the horde and kill its leader."
"Are you talking nonsense?!" a guild leader sitting next to Paul couldn't help but exclaim.
"I'm not lying. The difference is that those twelve people were all around level zero. We
don't have that many powerful people at our disposal right now. Even twelve level zero warriors couldn't
coordinate that perfectly. But we can compensate with numbers. Similarly, the opponents in these two incidents were not on
the same level. So I said we can do it this time."
Another person spoke up: "There's a very important problem: you can't guarantee the accuracy of this information
!"
"Of course I can."
"Why?"
"Because I'm one of those twelve."
Everyone's facial muscles contorted; some were shocked, some were doubtful, and some even
opened their mouths wide as if to utter a mocking sound. However, when they saw Paul and Broken Frost's expressions, no one
actually uttered a sound.
Paul looked at Broken Frost: "Do you believe it?"
Broken Frost frowned at Paul: "You should know where he came from, right?"
"The other side."
"So... it's not impossible."
"Interesting..."
Osovie must have told Paul and Broken Frost about his true race during their private negotiations,
otherwise they wouldn't have used his identity to judge the credibility of his explosive statement earlier.
"So..." Broken Frost leaned against the table, staring at Osovie, "You mean, you have level zero power
?"
"Although my power is suppressed for some reason, if I were to go all out,
none of you here could beat me."
Calm, profound, and shrewd—that's the impression this person has always given us, but at this moment, Osovie
revealed an invincible confidence for the first time.
Po Shuang's eyes lit up: "I think I'm much more interested in you now than in this so-called operation.
But I can't trust you right now, unless..."
"Want to fight him? Don't waste your time." Ran Xu interrupted at just the right moment. "Even with
level 5 energy limitations, I can't beat him."
Everyone knew Ran Xu's personality well. When he so brazenly displayed his defeats to everyone
, it was tantamount to gambling with his reputation.
"Just because you can't beat him doesn't mean I can't." Po Shuang wasn't joking; his smile held a hint
of excitement.
"So, you don't care if what he said is true, you only care about your own enjoyment, right?"
Ranxu didn't focus on Poshuang's provocation; he remained steadfast in his stance, relentlessly pursuing the meeting's
main topic.
Poshuang gripped the table, his gaze fixed on Osovie. Osovie
sat unperturbed by his gaze, seemingly communicating with his eyes.
The silence stretched on endlessly. Finally, Poshuang stood up, uttering, "I'll consider it for a while,"
and left with his entourage. Paul did the same. However, the guild leaders from the other two continents
remained still, moving on to the next part of the meeting.
The second part of the meeting's agenda was quite simple:
a negotiation regarding the status of other guilds after joining the Resistance. Ranxu also left, his position now represented by Osovie.
Although I wasn't involved in the decision-making, I was aware of the Resistance's choices in this regard. These
policies were all drafted by Osovie, and I must say they were impeccable.
The Resistance had given everyone a choice. To maintain their original guild power and structure, they had to relinquish
their privileges within the resistance; 　　conversely, if they abandoned their original guild and submitted to the resistance's orders to disband their organization, they could
gain corresponding power and status within the resistance. There was little room for debate; most guilds could only choose the second option. The current bargaining 　　was simply about what kind of status their guild could gain in return. 　　The guilds present were all top-tier large guilds, and 　　the bonds between their leadership and members were often not deep enough to justify giving up those things. Therefore, in the end, they were merely 　　arranging and deploying based on combat strength and leadership ability. 　　Chu Xie had run away early for obvious reasons, while I participated in the entire 　　interview led by Osovie. It wasn't because I wanted to, but because Ranxu had privately spoken to me before the meeting 　　. 　　I didn't understand why Ranxu wanted me involved. I'm not a professional at judging people, 　　and simply helping would be superfluous… so I speculated that Ranxu wanted me to establish some 　　authority in this matter. 　　As 　　for what effect my prestige would have on Ranxu, that 　　's 　　something 　　I 　　simply 　　ca 　　n't 　　fathom 　　. 　　********** 　　... 　　She pursed her lips, rubbing her leg with her only hand, trying hard not to show any embarrassment. 　　"What are you doing?" I asked, looking at Su Shang's flushed face, somewhat annoyed. 　　"She... made me recite..." Su Shang said softly, looking at me, as if afraid of waking Chu Xie. 　　I picked up a piece of paper from the ground, with some crooked drawings on it. Although I couldn't say exactly 　　what they were, they were probably some handprints and partial diagrams of magic circles. 　　When those ignorant brats begged me to teach them, Su Shang came to me alone and said some 　　things that were enough to touch a nerve. I can't remember exactly what she said, but in the end, I took her to 　　Chu Xie. 　　As for what she said to Chu Xie, I don't know. Chu Xie agreed to teach her some magic in his spare time . But now it seems she's not a good teacher. I've only ever seen students 　　sleep 　　in class , but this is the exact opposite. 　　To be honest, although energy and magic are things that humans have never encountered before. However, the things energy can do in combat 　　are easy to figure out; even the most clueless warrior knows how to release energy blasts or 　　use energy for acceleration. Magic, on the other hand, is far more complex. Forget figuring it out, even 　　opportunities for mages to learn from each other are extremely rare, given the sheer number of mages. 　　Therefore, warriors often have a master-apprentice relationship; but mages basically 　　have no reliable learning model, leaving Chu Xie racking his brains trying to figure out where to begin teaching 　　. 　　If your woman starts complaining about these things right after you've been intimate, it's really 　　hard to get them out of your head. 　　"Clean up, class is over," I said to Su Shang, pointing to the pile of papers on the floor. 　　Su Shang nodded and then started tidying up. She only had one hand, so cleaning 　　was time-consuming and laborious. 　　Even so, I didn't intend to help, but instead settled myself comfortably on the sofa, enjoying 　　the free time and Chu Xie's faint fragrance. 　　Although I admire Su Shang, that's not a reason for me to take care of her in everything. She 　　's useless to us now, so she has to demonstrate her value as much as possible, even if it's doing manual labor for us. 　　Treating her like a normal person, instead of showing pity because of her undeniable disability, is 　　beneficial for both of us. 　　Besides, helping Chu Xie is her own request. 　　I couldn't help but turn to look at Chu Xie. Her little nose was twitching, and her eyes were trembling slightly; she 　　was probably dreaming. She wore a small fish-shaped earring that sparkled in the twilight sunlight. 　　It was beautiful, making me want to kiss her earlobe. 　　Perhaps she was still somewhat alert, because after I looked at her for about ten seconds, she finally opened her eyes.

She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, but didn't even look at me directly. Instead, she stretched out a huge
yawn.
I wasn't sure if she had any intention behind that gesture, but her outstretched body
was starting to distract me.
"Finished with the dictation?" Chu Xie stood up to grab her water glass and asked casually.
"Yeah, about three times," Su Shang quickly replied.
"Alright, no need to pack up, let's go." Chu Xie waved as she drank some water.
Su Shang nodded and piled the folded papers on the table. She glanced at me and then left the room.
"I thought you really used her as a personal maid," I joked.
Chu Xie gave me a strange look but didn't respond. "From the beginning, her situation aroused
your sympathy, and then no matter what she asked you for, you found it hard to refuse. You're always like this... I really
don't know what to say to you."
"Hey, it wasn't me who agreed to teach her magic."
"I'm not talking about that." Chu Xie looked a little serious. "I think you really have psychological
problems. Every woman you care about is like this. A pure personality plus the shadow of pain,
the combination of the two makes this the kind of woman you like the most."
I instinctively wanted to refute, but for a moment I didn't know how to start, after all, what she said made sense.
Fey was like that. I was captivated by her pure smile but hesitated to approach her, and when she showed me
the shadow of her childhood, I couldn't help but throw myself into it.
Then there was Asagi, then Wei Liang, and now Su Shang is the same.
Chu Xie understands me quite well; she sees through the problem in me—a problem that even I am not aware
of. But I think the key point isn't whether I have any psychological problems, but
why she brought this up in the first place.
"You're wrong about one thing. You should know that the person I care about most from beginning to end is probably you,
and you don't fit the template you described."
Chu Xie's eyebrows rose slightly; she was smiling. "That's true, so I wasn't making things difficult for you. But
that doesn't mean your problem doesn't exist."
"Even if it does, so what?" I said helplessly.
"Perhaps it means you don't like them, but rather the vulnerability and darkness brought about by their experiences
. You find this suffocating darkness delicious, even sexy, the kind of sexiness that ignites you
."
Whether she was right or wrong, I couldn't know the real answer. Chu Xie was just playing
a psychological game with me, which made me chuckle. "You're just worried that I might get Su Shang into bed again."
"Shouldn't I be worried?" Chu Xie smiled knowingly.
"I'm not really interested in women that age."
Chu Xie feigned surprise, her mouth agape. "But I'm younger than her!"
At this point, I frowned, realizing with dismay that I truly didn't know Chu Xie's
real age. Whenever I brought up this question, she would quip it off, and since I wasn't really
asking seriously, she had always managed to brush it off.
"Is that so? Then how old are you?"
Chu Xie covered her mouth, chuckling to herself, seemingly remembering something amusing.
After a moment of laughter, she leaned closer again. "Do you think Po Shuang and the others will agree to our
conditions today?"
"Are you trying to change the subject?"
"I'm talking about something serious."
I fell silent, because I didn't know Po Shuang and couldn't guess his thoughts. More
concerning than that was what Osovie had said.
"So, do you think Osovie is telling the truth?"
"You mean about the twelve people?"
"Yes."
Mentioning Osovie, Chu Xie adopted a cold demeanor: "He's never told me that." "
The kind of person he is, unless absolutely necessary, he won't say a word more than necessary... Rilin is different from humans
."
A familiar slyness flashed in Chu Xie's eyes: "I think that might be his weakness. He
values those twelve people very much. When he talks about that, his tone is completely different." "
What? You want revenge?"
"He's the kind of guy who's the hardest to deal with. Anyway, catching him by the tail is better than being unprepared
."
No one is invincible, and Osovie is no exception. However, I wasn't sure if I should put
him on the opposite side. If we were really going to play dirty, I didn't want Chu Xie to put herself at the gamble.
But I decided it was better not to say anything more, because my persuasion at this point wouldn't change her mind,
and might even cause an argument.
Perhaps sensing my reserved attitude, Chu Xie smiled.
"So... what should we do before dinner?" The girl instantly tossed aside the sharp edge of her earlier emotions
.
"Hmm... I'm planning to check on Long Que and the others to see if they've made any progress."
The girl chuckled, "You're throwing a bunch of twenty-year-old rookies at fourteen-year-olds, and you expect them to
learn anything?"
I spread my hands, "I guess I'm not good at being a teacher."
Saying this, I stood up, preparing to check on those guys.
Then a hand hooked my belt from behind, "Are you going to see Su Shang or your apprentices?"
I turned around dejectedly, looking at the girl nestled on the sofa. Her smug look made it seem like she had
something on me.
"Don't look at me like that, I have absolutely no feelings for her." I put on a serious expression. If
I didn't firmly deny it now, I felt I would be in trouble later.
Chu Xie pulled me back onto the sofa with a forceful movement. I smelled a hint of romance.
"Stay with me a little longer." She pouted coquettishly.
I laughed and gave her a quick kiss. Chu Xie licked her lips, grinning mischievously as she reached her hand under my clothes.
Inside. That cool little hand gently caressed my body, sending a tingling sensation through me, which I didn't dislike
.
"Your abs feel really impressive," Chu Xie said, touching them as she spoke.
Although I hadn't specifically trained, long hours of combat had given my body some definition. However,
compared to professional bodybuilders, I was far behind, and Asian muscle fibers were incomparable to those of people from other regions
. Therefore, I never felt my muscles were anything to boast about.
"Much worse than Ran Xu's, right..."
Ran Xu's muscles were truly beautiful. He had a well-proportioned and slender physique, and although his muscles were firm
and angular, they didn't look bulky or muscular. In the outside world, he could easily be
a male model.
"I didn't compare you to him!" Chu Xie pinched me hard. "Would you compare
certain parts of my body to other women's?"
"What parts?" I chuckled softly.
Chu Xie rolled her eyes at me, answering with a puffed-out chest gesture.
My hand immediately slipped inside her clothes, gently grasping her bulge. "This size...
I'm completely used to it."
We both looked at each other and grinned foolishly, constantly kissing each other's necks and ears. This tender intimacy
gave me a feeling of being isolated from the world, as if the whole world was quiet except for the two of us.
Chu Xie nestled her body into the sofa, wrapped her arms around my neck, and licked my ear with her tongue. That
slippery, wriggling feeling sent shivers down my spine, an addictive tingling sensation.
My hands weren't idle either, already invading below the girl's waist. Gently stroking her already damp
thighs, I lightly probed my fingers into her vagina.
Shallowly, lightly rubbing her favorite and most sensitive spot, I could clearly feel the warm,
viscous fluid slowly turning from a little dampness into an uncontrollable flow.
Chu Xie closed her eyes, leaned her head back on the sofa, her mouth slightly open, almost asleep
, fully appreciating my gentle service.

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