Evil Fall, the Dragon of Lust

A powerful, yet unseen, soul fluctuation instantly ripped through space and time from a town in China, disappearing like an invisible, sharp arrow. Only a few knew what had happened.

(It... turned out like this, brother... perhaps you... can change everything, change the ending where chaos is about to erode order.) In the same town, in a luxurious hospital, a girl lay on a bright, white bed. Though she appeared somewhat frail due to illness, her bright eyes seemed to understand something. She pursed her lips, silent, her expression a mixture of sadness and relief at her inevitable fate.

(Wait for me, brother. I will tell you everything, the whole truth.) The girl's delicate, puppet-like face slowly closed her eyes, her thin hands clasped tightly together, like the most devout saint, praying for her brother—Rhodes—who was about to cross over into the "Dragon Soul Continent."

As the girl prayed, a chaotic and evil aura suddenly surged from outside Earth's atmosphere. The boundless, hazy gas was indistinct in shape and form, yet anyone nearby could feel an evil voice rising within them:

"Your goal is to teleport the strongest players of the online game 'Dragon Soul Continent' back to the real Dragon Soul Continent to change history? Heh, it seems we can use you..." The chaotic aura flashed, and a powerful, evil gray light instantly traveled through the spacetime rift recently opened by the soul.

(Several months later, in another world, on the Dragon Soul Continent) The Dragon Soul Continent, a fantastical continent filled with martial arts and magic. Within it exist four major powers built by the Five Creation Dragons: the Kingdom of Light of the Dragon of Light, the Kingdom of Darkness of the Dragon of Night, and the Kingdom of Law, jointly ruled by the Dragon of Judgment and the Dragon of Judgment, forming the power structure of this continent. Of course, there is also a powerful force known only to a few, yet secretly feared or worshipped, completely opposite to the order and rules of the Five Creation Dragons—Chaos.

Meanwhile, in the Mercenary Guild of the Land of Light, Rhode, the protagonist who had transmigrated from Earth to this continent, was experiencing something he took for granted, yet it would change his life forever… ************************************************************************************ Barney's screams abruptly stopped, immediately replaced by a heart-wrenching wail.

"Aaaaaah!! My ears! My ears!!!"

He stretched out his hands, forcefully covering his left ear—which was now empty, only dripping blood seeping from between his fingers, a horrifying sight.

"Let's go, Shana, we've seen enough of this farce."

Rhode walked to the four people beside him without turning back, speaking softly. Before the stunned red-haired mercenary could even respond, he turned and left.

What a pity, it was clearly a golden opportunity to nip a dangerous element in the bud… but it still failed.

However… opportunities always arise.

A slight smile curved the corners of Rod Yanli's cold, almost ethereal face. As the guild leader of the Starlight Guild, the strongest guild in the online game "Dragon Soul Continent," he had inexplicably transmigrated to what should have been a game world—Dragon Soul Continent. His rich experience and understanding of the game allowed him to thrive in this continent, gaining unimaginable advantages.

Rod looked disdainfully at Barney, who was still groaning. His once handsome, square face was now grotesquely ugly from the pain after one of his ears had been chopped off. How could Rod consider such a narrow-minded, petty clown worthy of his attention?

Smiling and half-closing his eyes, Rod's mind held the secrets to over 90% of the bosses in Dragon Soul Continent, strategies for breaking through epic quests, the locations and acquisition methods of all artifacts and sub-artifacts, and even the rise and fall of nations and the threads of history—all more clearly understood by Rod than by any other sage or prophet in the world.

He knew that before long, the seemingly prosperous and thriving Kingdom of Light would face the onslaught and attack of countless undead led by the Dark Dragon. Rhodes remembered how, when countless undead broke through the easily defeated army of the Council of Light, the radiant Grand Duchess of Moon, a vassal state of the Kingdom of Light, Lydia Pafield Mira Franlica, fought and died before so many powerful undead.

This greatest regret of Rhodes's in the online game "Dragon Soul Continent," though he didn't know why he had returned to the past, he, Rhodes, would never let it happen again. Those idiotic, corrupt Council of Light who stood by and watched their country decay—he would make them pay a price far worse than death!

(But... my level is still too slow...)

Rhodes couldn't help but sigh. He was absolutely confident that given time, he could definitely become one of the strongest on this continent. However, right now, he lacked both time and experience points. Obtaining many powerful abilities and artifacts was fraught with danger. Although Rhodes knew the method to acquire them with 100% certainty, he couldn't avoid its absolute limitation: level, level, and more level!

Rhodes' current level was around 25, while at his peak, he was at the player's maximum level—level 80. As the number one player in online games, Rhodes looked at the many powerful skills that were grayed out on his game interface with a grim face. These skills were enough for Rhodes to challenge opponents of higher levels, but... they all required level and experience points to unlock.

(No, haste makes waste... I'm too impatient...)

With his thin lips pursed, Rhodes' beautiful face showed a mixture of composure and dismay. In just a few months, he had gone from a level 1 body to his current level of martial arts and achievements. Rhodes' amazing performance was so impressive that even the most discerning master couldn't find a single flaw in him. Rhodes himself was well aware of this.

With a sigh, Rhode began to consider a few mid-level bosses

that he could barely defeat with his current abilities. He abandoned all unrealistic fantasies and decided to lay a solid foundation step by step. After giving Marlene and the others some trivial matters concerning the Starlight Mercenary Group, Rhode headed towards the Mercenary Association not far away. It was time to select some tasks that pushed the newly formed Starlight

Mercenary Group to its limits. Rhode believed that as long as he trained them with iron and blood, these fledglings and rookies would soon become his capable assistants! ********** ...

"Sigh..."

Even knowing this was to be expected, Rhodes couldn't help but sigh with a touch of disappointment, like a peerless hunter with dragon-slaying skills only to find his prey consisted of two or three rabbits.

But Rhodes didn't notice that as he sighed, the usually stern and honest-looking old Hank, who had been smiling nearby, suddenly had a flicker of gray light in his eyes. A fleeting gray aura pierced through his back, and then the old Hank's憨厚 smile turned extremely serious. He spoke in a heavy, sacred, and authoritative tone:

"A mercenary with considerable strength, are you also suffering for the impending hardship of this country?" "Uh...?"

Hearing this seemingly nonsensical question, Rhodes was instantly surprised. However, his extensive knowledge of the "Dragon Soul Continent" quickly cleared his mind, leading to an answer that both shocked and delighted him. He couldn't help but whisper,

"This...this is the nine-star quest 'Ode to Light'!?"

Despite hearing Rhodes's low growl, Old Hank seemed completely oblivious, his expression growing increasingly devout. He clasped his right hand to his chest, performing the ancient ritual of bowing to one of the Five Creation Dragons—the Dragon of Light. His already aged voice carried an ever-growing sacred meaning as he gazed at Rhodes and said,

"Young hero, do you have the resolve to serve the Dragon of Light, even at the cost of your life and soul?" "It would be my honor."

Rhodes, having grasped the situation, changed his demeanor instantly. His previously cold and flawless face was now filled with the expression of a most devout fanatic. He understood the reason for Old Hank's question.

This was the activation procedure for "Ode to Light," a nine-star quest widely considered the most ineffective in "Dragon Soul Continent.

" The reason it was considered ineffective was that, despite being labeled the most difficult nine-star quest, its actual difficulty was less than a one-star quest. Even the most novice level one player could easily complete it.

This, of course, had important reasons. Every online game requires a large amount of funding for development, and as the most popular online game on Earth, "Dragon Soul Continent" naturally requires an unimaginable amount of funding. In this situation, the ever-present "pay-to-win" players have colluded with the game company.

"100,000 RMB, get you level 80," this well-known saying among "Dragon Soul Continent" players is the origin and description of the "Praise of Light" quest. By donating 100,000 RMB to the game company, players like Rhode who choose the Light faction can easily complete the "Praise of Light" quest. Old Hank, originally just an ordinary member of the Mercenary Guild, instantly becomes an important figure in the Light Kingdom's mercenary world, issuing players the nine-star "Praise of Light" quest and significantly increasing their reputation in the Light Kingdom. Of course, choosing the Dark Night Dragon faction or the Judgment/Judgment Twin Dragon faction also grants nine-star "Praise of Darkness" and "Praise of Law" quests respectively.

Although the task was simple, the rewards were incredibly generous: it would quickly "cap" the player's level to 80, grant them several powerful skills unique to the Light Dragon faction, a set of Light Armor and a Light Longsword superior to most players' equipment, and instantly raise their affinity with the Council of Light to "Respect." This was the unique privilege of a "pay-to-win" player.

Skills, equipment, and weapons weren't anything to Rhodes; he already had far more and better options. And the affinity with the Council of Light? Forget about it! Rhodes had long vowed to one day completely annihilate these inhuman beasts of the Council of Light.

However, the massive experience points that would allow Rhodes to reach level 80 in such a short time were too tempting for him to resist. Once Rhodes reached level 80, equipped with a decent artifact, he was confident that he could even put up a fight against the Dark faction's big boss—the Dark Night Dragon. But… (This quest… shouldn’t it require donations to unlock…)

Rhodes thought with some doubt. As one of the first players to enter the “Dragon Soul Continent,” Rhodes was also one of the first to reach level 80. He didn’t need to rely on money to level up, which was why Old Hank’s question caught him off guard. He never expected to receive this nine-star quest, exclusive to “pay-to-win” players.

Despite his doubts, Rhodes attributed it to the difference between the game and the real world. After all, in this world, you can’t unlock quests with real money. Perhaps that’s why the unlocking conditions are different?

While Rhodes was pondering, Old Hank began to ramble on about the quest process. The explanation of the “Ode to Light” quest read: Many ambitious people in the Land of Light realized that the power of the Dragon of Light was gradually weakening, and many people felt uneasy about this. Not everyone chose to live a life of mediocrity and complacency. Some experts in magic proposed a method to enhance strength: to infuse the divine grace of the Dragon of Light into a person, allowing them to easily break through bottlenecks. This "divine grace" translates to a massive amount of experience points for players.

(Ideally, this would be ideal; if the ever-weak Radiant Dragon could instantly level a player to 80, it wouldn't be so severely suppressed by the Dark Night Dragon. This is simply a money-grabbing tactic by the game company.) While inwardly criticizing the illogicality of the quest, Rhodes listened to Old Hank's explanation, his doubts gradually disappearing. Everything Old Hank said matched his own memories perfectly. With his doubts gone, Rhodes grew increasingly excited. It seemed his plan to reverse the history of the Dragon Soul Continent could be greatly accelerated.

"Rhodes, are you willing to swear that in this life, you will never betray the faith of light, even if you return to the embrace of the Radiant Dragon the next moment, you will have no regrets?" "I swear."

Hearing Old Hank's devout and solemn words, Rhodes smiled politely and raised his hand to swear. This "Praise of Light" quest would lock the player's faction to the Radiant Dragon; anyone who defected would immediately have their level drop back to its original state. However, Rhodes wasn't worried at all. Several methods or artifacts to invalidate the oath had already flashed through his mind. He was confident that once he reached level 80, all difficulties would be overcome.

"Then, Mr. Rhodes, please follow me. This is the final test," Old Hank said with satisfaction, nodding. A radiant gate suddenly appeared behind him. Strangely, despite the many mercenaries in the Mercenary Guild still accepting missions, no one seemed to notice it; it was as if only Old Hank and Rhodes saw it.

Seeing this strange situation, Rhodes didn't mind. He already knew about the "Hail of Light" mission from others and online guides; this was perfectly normal. Next, he would enter a space overflowing with light, receiving the "Divine Grace" infusion from the Dragon of Light for ten consecutive days, one hour a day. The reason given was that the power of the Divine Grace was too immense, requiring ten days to distribute the burden.

However, Rhodes knew that the original plan was to instantly raise his level to 80 upon entering. However, this became a bug that many players exploited. For example, during a battle between two mid-tier guilds, a dozen or so low-health level 50 players from the weaker side would briefly disappear and then reappear as level 80 players wielding armor of light and the sword of light, causing the opposing players to hurl insults and completely turning the tide of the battle. There was even an incident where two players, feuding, had one lure the other to the Mercenary Guild, instantly donating money to apply for the "Praise of Light" quest. Not only were their health and mana fully restored, but they also appeared before their stunned enemy in armor of light and a longsword… and so on.

After numerous player protests, the game company made several modifications, finally changing the quest to require ten days, one hour per day, to complete.

Following Old Hank's footsteps, Rhodes also stepped into the gate formed of light. The moment he entered, the previously chaotic and noisy Mercenary Guild vanished, replaced by a radiant church surrounded by countless holy lights, hymns, and angels, enough to cleanse any impurity or sin from anyone's heart.

"Heh, Mr. Rhodes, you're lucky. The rare materials for 'Ode to Light' were finally prepared yesterday. If you're willing, you can infuse the Light Dragon with divine grace right now." (Nonsense, this is a quest that cost 100,000 RMB, how could they let someone go looking for materials...) Rhodes thought to himself. Unless you donate 100,000 RMB, even if you deliberately mention the "Ode to Light" quest to Old Hank, he'll only regretfully say that the required materials haven't been collected in a long time. A

curious player once asked Old Hank what the rare materials for "Ode to Light" were. The answer was enough to make one roll their eyes and vomit blood: they were all rare items dropped by level 100 ultimate monsters. The most important one, "Dark Night Dragon Blood," made tens of millions of ordinary players who hadn't donated curse. According to statistics, there are probably tens of thousands of RMB players who completed "Ode to Light." To put it in perspective, even if the Dark Night Dragon, the ultimate boss of Dragon Soul Continent, were drained of blood every day, it wouldn't be enough! This is the expression of resentment and indignation from many players who suffered a devastating wipeout by the Dark Night Dragon in their group.

After signaling to Old Hank that it was ready to begin, Rhodes heard Old Hank say,

"Well then, Mr. Rhodes, please take off your clothes and lie down on that stone bed." "Huh?" Rhodes looked at Old Hank in surprise, but all he got in return was Old Hank's matter-of-fact look and reply:

"If you're wearing clothes, with a barrier between you, you can't fully receive the divine grace." (Rhodes remembered that at this point, players had to log off for an hour.) Rhodes thought about it with a sudden realization, comparing it to the game's quest process. During the "Praise of Light" step, the player interface would display a notification screen saying "Leveling up, please log in again in an hour." When players logged back in an hour later, they would find that their level had increased significantly, and this situation would only be capped after ten consecutive days.

Since Rhodes had transmigrated to this world, there was naturally no possibility of logging off, so he might have to lie on the stone bed for an hour to receive the "divine grace" of the Dragon of Light?

However, having to take off his clothes and lie on the stone bed for an hour made Rhodes feel a little embarrassed. Although he was more beautiful than 99% of women, he was still a man. The thought of being naked in front of another man for an hour still made Rhodes feel somewhat embarrassed.

"Mr. Rhodes, please don't mind. Under the witness of the Dragon of Light, our bodies and spirits will return to His embrace." Old Hank, who was originally a standard mercenary and a simple, honest man, now had a completely devout, charlatan-like expression on his face, making Rhodes want to scoff. However, his embarrassment quickly dissipated. Old Hank's next sarcastic remark, reverting to his mercenary nature, ignited Rhodes's anger, completely erasing his previous embarrassment:

"Mr. Rhodes, I know you look as beautiful as a woman, but is your personality as coy and timid as a woman's?" Rhodes's greatest pet peeve was being teased about his stunningly beautiful face. Hearing Old Hank's words, his rebellious spirit flared, and he couldn't help but snort, his face darkening:

"What's the problem? I'll take it off."

Having made up his mind, Rhodes quickly stripped off all his clothes, revealing a well-trained, strong, and powerful physique. His scarred upper body testified to his extensive combat experience. Although there weren't prominent, massive muscles, anyone with a discerning eye could see the immense strength hidden within his solid frame.

Even more striking was Rhodes's penis; even when not erect, its length and size were more than twice that of an average person, demonstrating the extent of his physique.

"Very good, very good. You are the most physically outstanding mercenary I have ever seen. I imagine that after receiving divine grace, the Land of Light will gain an invincible swordsman." Old Hank looked approvingly at Rhodes's strong physique and commented with admiration.

"Then, Mr. Rhodes, please lie down on the stone bed. The ritual of 'Praise of Light' is about to begin." "Hmm."

Hearing Old Hank's words, although he was a little displeased by the previous sarcasm, Rhodes still knew that completing the mission was the top priority. He nodded stiffly, walked forward, and lay down on the cold stone bed.

So cold, yet so warm—this was Rhodes's first conflicting thought. The stone bed he lay on emitted a sub-zero temperature, yet the holy light shining on his bare skin undoubtedly gave him a warm and happy feeling. Rhodes only heard Old Hank's shout:

"Calm down! Prepare to receive the infusion of 'Divine Grace'!" In an instant, Rhodes felt an extremely brilliant light fill his eyes, colorful and dazzling, a brilliance that even the most beautiful diamonds couldn't match. The ever-increasing power within him made Rhodes feel completely at ease. Soon, his guard slowly relaxed, relaxed, relaxed in the endless ocean of light... until even the last bit of his defenses disappeared.

********** ... Despite being male, he possessed an almost identical, stunningly beautiful face to his sister. And despite being perfectly healthy, due to an inexplicable, mysterious connection with his sister, he often felt her frail and sickly nature acutely. For a time, Rhodes even hated and loathed his sister because of this… “Do you want to change?”

Suddenly, a magnificent, sacred voice resounded. Before this voice, Rhodes involuntarily nodded. Yes! Possessing a face that even women envied was the most agonizing torment he could endure. If he could change… Just as this intense thought of change flashed through Rhodes' mind, his memories instantly shifted. He was now playing happily with his sister, the two siblings without any barriers between them. No boy was mocking Rhodes' feminine appearance, simply because the Rhodes in this scene had unmistakably transformed from the “older brother” into the “older sister.”

(!!!)

Shock, utter shock flooded Rhodes' heart. He didn't even have time to resist the scene before he heard the magnificent, sacred voice suddenly transform into his own heartfelt confession.

"I hate it when people say I'm like a girl... Actually, it's because they've hit the nail on the head..." (Uh... Ahh...) "Why did God give me a perfect female face, yet a male body?" (Ah... Why... Why...) "...Perhaps, deep within me lies the heart of a woman who longs to be loved..." (Ahh... How... How could this be... I...) Each sincere monologue, like an inviolable sacred decree, echoed repeatedly in Rhodes' heart. Rhodes saw a completely different life with his sister if he were the "older sister"—shopping together, putting on makeup together, playing together, dancing together. That was—the thing Rhodes most regretted and longed to lose after growing up and reconciling with his sister.

Rhode watched as his sister, inside the department store, applied pink lipstick to her lips. Her full, snow-white breasts were being tried on by her sister, who had chosen exquisite lingerie for her. Her long, slender legs, barely concealed by her miniskirt, revealed large expanses of fair skin. Combined with their strikingly similar beauty, the two women chatted happily, browsing cosmetics and clothing, attracting the attention of countless young men passing by.

"Sister, look at this silk dress I picked out for you, isn't it pretty?" "Ah…? It's beautiful, absolutely beautiful… ahhh?" When Rhode's sister giggled and zipped up the dress on his bare back, Rhode felt an overwhelming sense of blissful pleasure. Even his shy, untouched nipples hardened slightly with the sensation.

Yes, as long as he was a woman, the feminine appearance that had troubled him for so many years would no longer be a problem, as long as he—became a woman.

**********

...

"Hahaha... Although I don't know why the Five Creation Dragons teleported you here, sometimes, knowing the story of this continent can lead you to an abyss. Greed is the original sin that humanity can never avoid... Hehe... Hahahahahaha..." Old Hank burst into extremely maniacal laughter. As a human corrupted by chaos, he had long lost all the principles and rationality of orderly beings. Watching his brother, one of the Five Creation Dragons—the Void Dragon, and perhaps even the future Void Dragon—being manipulated at his will, how could he not be extremely excited?

The "Praise of Light" quest did exist, but the conditions for its activation had never changed—a donation of 100,000 RMB. After Rhodes crossed into this world completely different from Earth, the activation conditions could never be met. If Rhodes hadn't known history and knew that the Land of Light was in grave danger and desperately wanted to improve his strength, he might have been able to see a loophole if he had calmed down and thought things through. But now... it was all too late.

On the stone bed lay Rhodes, naked, his magnificent penis erect and proud. Streams of gray mist, emanating from countless gray gas tentacles, caressed his penis, while wisps of grayish-white mist slowly seeped into the urethra at the glans. Beneath the skin of Rhodes's engorged penis, gray lines seemed to swirl and coil, resembling tiny gray worms crawling upwards. Bulging gray veins lined his penis, a truly terrifying sight. However, the gray aura's progress was extremely slow, seemingly hindered by some powerful force. Old Hank knew this was the power of the "Void Dragon" lurking within Rhodes.

(Hey, the power of the void, but unguided power, purely instinctive, how long can it resist? Just ten days, ten days is enough to completely transform you into a different person...) As Old Hank pondered his plan, Rhodes's feminine face, comparable to that of a stunning beauty, though still unconscious, exuded an unbearable sense of pleasure and pink, and his mouth emitted beautiful moans:

"Ah...???...Hmm...Ahhh...???"

In her dream memory, Rhode felt incredibly good in her dress. The feminine charm, perfectly complemented by the elegant dress, made her allure shine. Many of the men around her, who had initially been secretly scanning her, were now staring in uncontrollable daze, completely captivated... (Ah...they're all looking at me...???) A shy, alluring smile appeared on Rhode's face. She slightly lifted her two round breasts, exposed outside her dress, and watched as the men's gazes shifted with the trembling of her breasts. She felt extremely satisfied.

Being a woman felt so good.

********** ... He awoke with a start to find that his level had skyrocketed to level thirty-five.

(Such an achievement on just the first day! Excellent!)

Rhodes looked at his stats with satisfaction. If he hadn't accepted this mission, it would have taken him at least a month to reach this level.

"Mr. Rhodes, it seems the divine blessing has been perfectly fulfilled today." Just as Rhodes was rejoicing, a hoarse, exhausted voice came from beside him. Old Hank was covered in sweat, his face pale, as if he had just finished a battle with a monster.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Hank."

Rhodes didn't dare to be negligent and bowed to Old Hank.

"No need for formalities, all of this is due to the blessing of the Dragon of Light." Although Old Hank was exhausted, his tone was filled with sacred gratitude.

"Yes, all of this is due to the blessing of the Dragon of Light."

Although Rhodes didn't have much affection for the Dragon of Light and even knew the reason for this mission, he still smiled and said this out of gratitude to Old Hank.

But even Rhodes himself didn't know just how breathtakingly beautiful the smile on his flawless face truly was. And how powerfully erect and trembling his genitals were.

Under the interference of the chaotic power, Rhodes completely forgot the dream he had just experienced while asleep. He only felt as if a heavy stone buried deep within his heart was slowly disappearing, making his previously cold heart feel much more comfortable.

Rhodes couldn't help but look forward to the nine days and nine times of the "Praise of Light" divine blessing.

He vaguely sensed that he—would undergo an astonishing transformation.

****************************************************************************************** (Five days later, Starlight Mercenary Group) "Rhodes, you want to borrow women's clothing from me?"

Marlene, the only female mage in the newly founded Starlight Mercenary Group, exclaimed in surprise. She knew very well Rhodes's taboo—he vehemently disliked people talking about his womanly beauty. However, today Rhodes was asking her for women's clothing? No wonder Marlene was so surprised.

"Well, I need to disguise myself as a woman to infiltrate a place for reconnaissance, a place where the owner only allows female servants to enter. And this mission is very beneficial to the future development of our mercenary group..." Rhodes, his beautiful face expressionless, exuded an aura that grew stronger every day, quickly explaining his reasonable reason for borrowing women's clothing. However, Marlene said with great difficulty,

"I'm fine with it... but I didn't bring many clothes with me when I came here from home, and the few I have are still being washed. Otherwise, why don't you go to Liz, I think she wouldn't refuse you." Just as Rhodes frowned slightly, opening his mouth to respond, a very hearty voice came from behind:

"Mr. Rhodes, do you need women's clothing? I happen to have a set that fits your size." The speaker was none other than the honest, burly man who had reverted to his usual mercenary persona—Old Hank.

Marlene's expression changed slightly; she hadn't even noticed his arrival. A sense of dissatisfaction and anger rose within her. Arriving at someone else's mercenary base without prior notice and eavesdropping on their mission plans and conversations is a taboo subject for any mercenary.

However, Rhodes, his face flushed and beaming with joy, exclaimed,

"Mr. Hank, you've finally arrived!"

When did he become so close to old Hank? Seeing Rhodes, usually so aloof, greet her so intimately, Marlene felt a strange sense of astonishment. And, perhaps it was just her imagination, but Rhodes' voice sounded a little feminine.

Rhodes then said considerately to Marlene,

"Marlene, Mr. Hank is a distinguished guest of our Starlight Mercenary Group. We don't need to hide anything from him." "Uh…okay…okay."

Marlene, who had come to the Starlight Mercenary Group for an internship to learn magic techniques from Rhodes, found his command a little strange but couldn't object, so she could only nod in bewilderment.

Rhodes, with a joyful smile rarely seen on Marlene's face, said happily to old Hank,

"Is it the start of another 'mission' today? I've been looking forward to it for a long time." "Old Hank chuckled,

"Well, I'll lend you the women's clothes you wanted after it's over." "Thank you, Mr. Hank," Rhodes said happily. After explaining some matters concerning the mercenary group to Marlene, Rhodes followed the smiling, attentive Old Hank to the location of the Mercenary Guild. Watching Rhodes's retreating figure, Marlene suddenly had a strange feeling. She felt that Rhodes didn't seem like a brilliant mercenary and swordsman, but rather... a little woman delighted to see her favorite toy.

"Just a misperception..."

Marlene shook her head and turned to leave. She had many mercenary group matters entrusted to her by Rhodes that awaited her attention; she didn't have much time to dwell on these unnecessary chores.

**************************************************************************************** (Two hours later, Starlight Mercenary Group) As if nothing had happened, Rhodes, returning from the Mercenary Guild, coldly instructed the timid mercenary rookies on some trivial matters, his handsome face as always. However, the moment Rhodes entered his bedroom, he collapsed to the floor as if all his strength had been drained.

(Oh God…so comfortable…so…)

Rhodes thought blankly, his eyes glazed over. The "Praise of Light" mission had been going on for six days. Since the first day, he had only felt that under the "divine grace" of the Dragon of Light, he seemed to recall very pleasant things, as if countless warm little hands were touching his body, happy and joyful, like the pleasure of reconciling with his sister and tasting forbidden fruit—no! It was a feeling of happiness and fulfillment even greater than pleasure. Rhodes wished the "Hail of Light" quest could never end, allowing him to remain forever in that wonderful sensation of being infused with "divine grace."

However, that was impossible. With a slight sigh, Rhodes checked his level—level 58. He was now capable of single-handedly wiping out mercenary groups within a ten-mile radius, which meant that after four more infusions of divine grace, this divine grace infusion would soon end.

(What a pity…)

Rhodes thought with a sense of loss. Every time he awoke from the baptism of divine grace, it was as if he had forgotten an extremely beautiful and precious memory that he shouldn't have forgotten.

However, after much thought, he remembered a small part of it after yesterday's quest. Picking up the women's clothing he had borrowed from Old Hank, Rhodes' face flushed slightly, like a shy and beautiful young girl.

(This… must be related to something I forgot…)

Rhodes thought, his face slightly red.

Without hesitation, Rhodes quickly stripped off his mercenary clothes, revealing his naked body. However, compared to five days ago, Rhodes' body had undergone a noticeable change. The strong muscles and scars from his training had almost completely disappeared, leaving only translucent, snow-white skin. His waist had become somewhat slender and graceful, and while his flat chest appeared unchanged, his swollen nipples remained erect and engorged, revealing his current state of excitement and strangeness. If

one ignored his still-flat chest and imposing penis, no one who saw Rhodes' current snow-white naked body would ever mistake him for a man.

Rhodes naturally noticed the abnormality in his body, but Old Hank's explanation dispelled all his doubts—it was a slight effect of the divine grace of light on his body. Rhodes accepted Old Hank's explanation without resistance, not even knowing why, as if Old Hank were the most trusted partner in the world.

(Anyway… it's just a mission…)

Rhodes thought to himself, finding a flimsy excuse for his physical changes and his feelings for Old Hank. Then, focusing his attention on the women's clothing before him, his hands trembled slightly, and his exquisite face flushed crimson. He began to do what he usually loathed most: put on the women's clothing.

"Ahhhhhh 　　... 　　???

... However, beneath the extremely short apron, old Hank seemed to have forgotten to give Rhodes underwear, leaving him completely naked from the waist down. His proud, dark penis stretched the short skirt, giving Rhodes's exquisite figure an incongruous and lewd appearance. 　　Rhodes, his face flushed, trembled as he walked to the only large mirror in the room, looking at his beautiful reflection. His flushed face, beautiful long eyebrows, hazy eyes, and the flesh-colored stockings exposed beneath the maid's dress, along with that disproportionately large penis, sent shivers down Rhodes's spine... I... am such a perverted person... I... didn't I resist my feminine appearance...? 　　Why does it feel so good, so pleasurable...? 　　Looking at his beautiful self in the mirror, Rhodes's hands had already unconsciously grasped his penis, quickly and skillfully masturbating, yet the object of his sexual fantasies was himself. 　　Rhode had seen countless beauties; within the Starlight Mercenary Group alone, there were top-tier beauties like Marlene, Liz, Annie, and Lapis. However, at this moment, none of these girls attracted him as much as the shy reflection of himself in the mirror. 　　Rhode began to excitedly fantasize about how his rough, fleshy penis would mercilessly ravage his feminized vagina, imagining himself crying out, experiencing a hysterical, agonizing orgasm under the thick, dark cock. Rhode's right hand even unconsciously began to fidget with his anus, fantasizing about a strong, powerful cock fucking him. 　　(Harder, harder! Ah???) 　　In extreme excitement, Rhode's penis finally ejaculated wave after wave of semen. In the moments before he fainted from orgasm, Rhode shed tears of pain. Why, why was he a boy? 　　In the instant he collapsed, Rhode glanced one last time at the mirror. In his fading consciousness, he saw a naked, beautiful woman with a wasp waist, large breasts, a slender and alluring figure, and a huge penis beneath her, looking at him with a lewd and excited smile in her eyes. That stunning face was undoubtedly Rhode himself. 　　( 　　!!!) 　　Rhode, lying on the ground 　　, completely lost consciousness. ********** ... 　　Barney, the very man whose ear Rhodey had chopped off ten days ago, was now looking at Rhodey with a defiant gaze. 　　Rhodey looked at him disdainfully, not even bothering to waste words. He knew perfectly well why Barney had eagerly taken on this mission, clearly beyond his capabilities. Barney had "coincidentally" overheard his extensive experience and detailed strategies during his discussion with Marlene. 　　(How convenient, how foolish…) 　　Rhodey sneered inwardly. The strategy he had deliberately leaked was, of course, the simplest method for this mission, yet Rhodey had intentionally omitted a crucial element—a key to annihilation for anyone lacking sufficient strength. 　　Rhodey could almost see countless parasitic insects and tentacles crawling towards the terrified Barney from the Blackrock Depths. 　　Watching Old Hank earnestly urge Barney to abandon this three-star mission, which even large mercenary groups feared, Rhodey remained silent for a moment before smiling impeccably at Barney and saying:

"You think you can complete this mission? Aren't you being a bit too arrogant?" "Whether I can do it or not isn't up to you." Barney replied very seriously, word by word. In response, Rhodes shrugged and continued,

"Then let's make a bet?"

"A bet?"

"Out of pity for the weak, I'll give you and your mercenary group ten days. If you don't return after ten days, then it will be considered that you've all died inside, the mission has failed. At that time, my mercenary group and I will enter Blackrock Depths to complete the commission. What do you think of my proposal?" As if making the most generous vow to the weak, Rhodes looked at Barney with a pitying and mocking gaze. He had already planned to use the impulsive Barney as cannon fodder while he reaped the benefits.

"Fine...fine..."

The contempt in Rhodes's words was unmistakable. Barney trembled with rage, staring at the woman-like beauty Rhodes with the same disdainful look he'd shown a rat in a sewer. Remembering the ear that had been cut off ten days ago, an overwhelming surge of anger rushed to his head. Completely forgetting the vast difference in their strength, Barney lunged at Rhodes and slapped him across the face:

"Slap!"

"Don't look at me like that, you disgusting woman-like creature!" The noisy mercenary guild fell silent instantly. A red, swollen handprint was imprinted on Rhodes's face. Many people stared wide-eyed, seemingly shocked by the farcical scene before them.

In fact, when Barney's slap landed on Rhodes's face, at least ten people present could have reacted or even intervened. However, they all assumed that the unfathomably powerful Rhodes would easily dodge it, even delivering a humiliating and unforgettable retaliation to Barney. The more virtuous mercenaries, or those with a good relationship with Barney, were already considering how to speak well of him to avoid being killed on the spot by Rhodes under some pretext.

However, no one expected that Rhodes couldn't dodge the blow. Even Barney himself, having regained his senses, was incredulous.

"Hmph, you really are just a piece of trash. Wait until I finish my mission, then let's see if you still have the face to stay here!" Knowing he might be in serious trouble, Barney, who deeply disliked Rhodes, still uttered extremely provocative and forceful words, rapidly retreating towards the gates of the Mercenary Guild. He still vividly remembered Rhodes's astonishingly elusive swordsmanship.

"You!"

Marlene, who had come with Rhodes, was furious. Although she didn't know why Rhodes hadn't dodged the easily avoidable blow, her relationship with Rhodes, and even the slight lingering feelings in her heart, made Marlene draw her staff. She couldn't let Barney leave like this!

However, a hand stopped her casting a spell. Rhodes, still silent, waved his hand to stop her, saying in a deep voice,

"...He...will die..."

Looking at Rhodes in surprise, Marlene noticed that his usually steady hands were trembling uncontrollably, and his face was flushed. Marlene judged this to be a sign of Rhodes' extreme anger. Although she didn't know why Rhodes stopped her, she obediently put down her staff, glaring resentfully at Barney, who had retreated outside the door and continued to stare at Rhodes with a defiant gaze.

Ignoring the surprised and mocking looks from the many mercenaries, Rhodes abruptly stood up and said to Old Hank,

"Mr. Hank, it's time for today's 'mission'."

As Rhodes spoke, Old Hank, who had also shown surprise, nodded slightly. His憨厚 (honest and simple) mercenary image instantly transformed into a solemn and sacred one, and the surrounding scene instantly changed, once again placing them in a sacred church filled with countless holy lights and hymns.

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