Alibuda Era Festival 16

When I was very young, I heard people say that the world as seen by normal people is a beautiful array of colors. When I first heard this, I was very confused and couldn't understand the meaning of the word "color."
What would a world without color be like? Most people probably wouldn't know what that feeling was like. The entire world would be like a vast ink painting, indistinguishable from black and white, only light and shadow, or... well, light and darkness, these two words that have been entangled in my life until the very end.
"Charlotte, you should feel very proud. One in a million people possess 'dead white eyes.' You are a peerless genius chosen by heaven, the king of my dark world." "
Dead white eyes" is the special name people call my eyes. My snow-white pupils look no different from my irises, as if they have eyes but no pupils, resembling demons and devils from purgatory. It was these very eyes that terrified the midwife at my birth; her deafening scream still seems to echo in my ears years later.
Noise is unbearable, in any era, and perhaps for this reason, the midwife became the first sacrifice after my birth, the first victim. A gigantic, blood-red hand shattered her skull, and with undiminished force, killed the woman who gave birth to me.
"Excellent! After ten years of failure, the Child of Darkness with the White Eyes of Death has finally been born! This child will dominate the entire dark world, becoming an indelible legend of terror on the yellow earth."
These words came from the mouth of the one who gave me my name, my father, Angus, one of the seven high priests of the Dark Temple. Kusita, the world's most outstanding necromancer.
My father was extremely excited about my birth, because it meant that his years of research had finally paid off. To the average person, the white eye is merely a terrifying sight, but to those who delve into dark magic, it holds extraordinary significance. It represents the ruler of the underworld, possessing a unique and special soul, and wielding several evil spells virtually impossible for any living being to cultivate; only those with this constitution can practice them.
At that time, the Dark Temple had encountered insurmountable bottlenecks and stagnated on several research projects that had been ongoing for hundreds, even thousands of years. The most difficult aspect of executing these powerful spells was the requirement for a creature with a special constitution and exceptional aptitude to act as the operator. Such specially qualified operators were often found only once every few thousand years.
After becoming a priest of the Temple of Darkness, my father pondered for many years and suddenly had a brilliant idea, proposing a direction that had never been seen before: to actively create the "key" to open the door. This research was carried out in secret, and after ten years, my father's proudest creation was born. On that very night, I came into the world, while the other dozens of "brothers and sisters" who were born at the same time as me all died in the womb without exception.
"Charlotte, do you know? One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand. The greater one's achievements, the more corpses one treads upon. From the moment you were born, over a hundred lives became sacrifices to celebrate you. In the future, you will surely stand above millions and achieve unparalleled dominance."
The dark emperor of the yellow earth, this is my father's expectation of me. Since I began to understand, I have gradually come to realize that my father is an extraordinary person with great talent and ambition. Because of this, I did not grow up under my father's tutelage, but through a clever arrangement, my dead white eyes were sealed with a curse, my greatest secret was hidden, and I was made to study under Master Hideo Tojo... who is also the head of the seven high priests of the shrine, to learn his skills.
At that time, the entire Loess Plateau was shrouded in war. Various countries, organizations, and forces, large and small, were locked in endless conflict. The flames of war had burned for nearly five hundred years. Everyone, driven by their own beliefs and interests, belonged to different camps and engaged in a long and protracted battle.
War… is a chaotic thing. As the fighting dragged on, too many people bled and fell for various reasons. Gradually, people forgot the original reasons for fighting. Too much hatred and bloodshed accumulated between people. The righteous cause of war no longer mattered; war was merely a means to sever deep-seated hatred and resentment. In countless acts of revenge, time passed swiftly, and so it went. Nearly five hundred years have passed, and in the end... the reason why this Warring States period began is no longer valued or remembered by anyone...
Although there are many forces, large and small, on the Loess Plateau, they are led by two great temples: the Cihang Jingdian Temple of the Temple of Light and the Baiyue Cult of the Temple of Darkness. The two great temples represent the good and evil, the good and the evil on the Loess Plateau, leading their respective forces in a long struggle.
If it were truly a case of the Way waning and the Demons waxing, or the Demons being one step ahead, the outcome of the two great palaces should have been decided long ago. Unfortunately, the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao is beyond human comprehension. The two great palaces have been enemies for a long time, engaging in countless battles, their strength fluctuating but always remaining evenly matched. This is a misfortune for the entire Yellow Earth. However, having endured the long years of competition, both palaces have produced a wealth of talented individuals. Their magic and martial arts have advanced rapidly through constant offense and defense, reaching their most outstanding generation since the beginning of the Warring States period in the last ten years.
The chief powerhouse of the Palace of Light is not the abbot of the Cihang Jingdian, but the current abbot's senior brother, the foremost holy knight of the land, Alphonse. Hugh. Kamu, who practices the Great Light Magic, is a special technique of the Cihang Jingdian. Upon mastery, he becomes invincible against all dark magic. Alphonse, the undisputed number one martial artist of his time, possessed unparalleled power. Fifteen years ago, he had a fortuitous encounter, obtaining the Creation Artifact, the Dragon Slayer Blade, in a desert city, making him invincible ever since.
The top expert of the Dark Temple is Hideo Tojo, the head of the seven high priests who rule the temple. He is arguably the greatest magical genius of the Moon Worship Cult in the last five hundred years. Using his extraordinary magic, he continuously regenerates his aging body, now over two hundred years old. His glorious achievements on the battlefield, whether it be slaughtering an entire city in a single move or killing an enemy from afar with a remote curse, have become terrifying legends passed down among his enemies.
The Shrine of Light and the Shrine of Darkness, under the leadership of these two powerful figures, clashed almost every month. The battles were fierce, yet a decisive victory remained elusive. Looking back on history and forward to the future, endless warfare was all we could see, with no end in sight… This was the era I lived in.
My father had me seal my dead white eye with a cursed cloth, feigning blindness, and concealing my greatest secret: to study under Master Tojo under a different identity, making some kind of plan—something even I, as a child, could understand.
To become a disciple of one of the seven high priests is the highest honor among the children of the Dark Shrine, but this honor is not easily attained. Elite education means constant and fierce competition, with people around you being eliminated every second. Elimination, of course, means death, with no chance of recovery.
Perhaps I am truly destined to be a king standing above others, which is why I have been able to overcome numerous trials with ease, constantly making breakthroughs and becoming an elite in the eyes of Master Tojo. He has high expectations for me, always hoping that I will one day become a general of the Dark Shrine, helping him to sweep away all powerful enemies. To fulfill this expectation, Master Tojo imparted all his knowledge, teaching me several powerful magic spells that he created.
"...Seeing you is like seeing a new generation of the Dark Shrine. Though you are blind, your talent is extraordinary, and you have received my true teachings. With my support, you will surely become the new leader of my dark world. It's just a pity that you are naturally aloof, always alone, and haven't made any friends... One cannot become a leader alone."
Master Tojo once said this to me, and I didn't quite understand what he meant. Friends are unnecessary for training. Growing up taught me the precious principle of never trusting anyone. If I had any so-called "friends," I wouldn't have survived to this day. Everyone who puts on the facade of friendship only strikes unexpectedly when I lower my guard.
In fact, I don't even remember the faces of my friends, let alone make any. Aside from my father and Mr. Tojo, everyone else around me was weak, quickly falling by the wayside in the process of elimination. Different faces were always coming and going, all easily eliminated weaklings. Why would I need to remember their faces?
This continued for a long time until one day, Mr. Tojo took me to visit an old friend, and I unexpectedly gained another new face in my memory.
Tojo-sensei's old friend was a renowned figure in the Dark Shrine. He was a berserker who had fallen into demonic possession. He built an underground fortress in the north called "Fonnie's Fortress," where he raised and created countless monsters, mined and forged weapons, and repeatedly rendered great service to the Dark Shrine. Self-proclaimed righteous heroes attacked the fortress time and again, but all of them became victims of the fortress. Their corpses were also refined into undead soldiers, serving as new combat power for the fortress.
The Demon Castle strikes fear into the hearts of countless righteous cultivators, and its master is an old friend of Professor Tojo. When we met the renowned berserker in the castle's main hall, I sensed his extraordinary power, yet I was also certain that given enough time and training, I would surpass him in three to five years and possess the cultivation to annihilate him.
"Brother Tojo, you have a very outstanding disciple. I sense this child's extraordinary nature; the earth will one day be stained with blood because of him."
"Then let the bald thieves of the Cihang Jingdian pay the price. Charlotte will soon be fighting as my disciple. I came here because I heard you have a very peculiar adopted son who has proposed novel theories in magic..."
Professor Tojo and the berserker were discussing, but I excused myself, saying I wasn't interested in listening, and went to rest. Actually, my lack of intention was a lie; my true purpose was to investigate the true nature of Forniel's Castle. As for why I needed to investigate and record it, that was not my concern. Perhaps Tojo-sensei had already begun preparations to one day completely annihilate this friend he was laughing and joking with.
The Demon Castle was heavily guarded inside and out. The underground city was meticulously constructed, with soldiers every ten steps and traps hidden in every inconspicuous corner, living up to its reputation. However, surprisingly, the atmosphere inside was somewhat discordant. The skeletons, minotaurs… their expressions and movements were abnormal. They seemed to have lost their usual ferocity, gaining a touch of humanity, whispering and hushed to each
other. For the first time, I felt these things weren't like demons or monsters, but rather… like people. Each of them held a small piece of paper, intently studying it as if it contained some extremely important matter. They would occasionally peek at the papers in others' hands, yet each person guarded their paper tightly, as if it were a colossal secret, not to be seen by anyone else.
The demonic beasts were all coming from the same direction, and drawn to them, I naturally headed in that direction. A short while later, I stopped before a stone chamber. Through the stone door, I felt a pressure that made me hesitant to open it.
What was I afraid of? This was truly strange.
The pressure emanating from within was a feeling I had never experienced before. It was different from the oppressive aura emanating from the berserker or Tojo-sensei; it wasn't the pressure of a top-tier expert. It was a kind of… indescribable fear, as if opening this door would change everything I knew. It was a vague message from the future to the past that instilled fear in me.
Should I open the door? Or should I leave?
This decision not only caused me great hesitation at the time, but even years later, whenever I recall it, I am deeply perplexed.
Alas… if I had chosen not to open that door, perhaps everything would have been different. It would have been a good thing for me and for many others. Unfortunately, my life has been so stubborn and obstinate. When faced with something in my way, I don't know how to retreat. Conquest and transcendence are the paths I have chosen. No matter what blocks my way, I only know how to trample over it.
Precisely because of this personality, the more fearful I was, the more unwilling I was to admit defeat, and I resolutely reached out and pushed open the stone door.
"Ahhhhhh!"
With a long thud, the stone door opened. I pretended to be blind, unable to see anything, but I practiced a secret technique of the sect, allowing me to sense everything within a three-foot radius with perfect accuracy, as if I were seeing it
with my own eyes. However… I truly hadn't expected the person inside the stone chamber to be like this. Not some ferocious beast, nor some imposing master. There was only a handsome young man in the stone chamber, around ten years old, about my age. The moment he saw me, he opened his mouth wide in astonishment, pointing at me with a look of utter surprise.
In that brief instant, I was already certain that this young man was no strongman, but merely a weak creature whom I could easily kill with a flick of my wrist. In terms of ability, he's utterly useless and poses little threat. I don't understand what caused the fear I felt just now.
"...We've seen all one hundred people for today. Please come back early tomorrow. And...who are you? I've never seen your face in the dungeon before..."
"My name is Charlotte, a disciple of High Priest Hideo Tojo of the Moon Worship Cult. I came with my teacher. You..."
"Charlotte? Is that name correct? You look..."
"My name is Charlotte. Is there a problem with that name?"
"No, I just find it a little strange...Never mind, I don't care about other people's names. Call me whatever you like. Today's consultations are over. Come back another day."
"Consultations? You're a doctor?"
I encountered a strange person. This unassuming young man was actually the dungeon's doctor. Logically, magicians skilled in medicine usually practice light magic. However, the dark world presents different situations. Sorcerers and monsters who practice dark magic will suffer severe burns when exposed to light-attribute healing spells. Therefore, injuries must be treated using blood sacrifices and soul-devouring spells from dark magic.
I could barely sense any magical fluctuations from this boy, even though he wore a black magician's robe. His magic was so weak it was almost non-existent. How could a sorcerer with such low magic become a doctor? This was something I couldn't imagine.
"No, I'm not a doctor. I just help everyone diagnose their problems and analyze them. I'm not the kind of doctor you're thinking of."
He was indeed a strange boy. In the dark world, the struggle for survival of the fittest occurs daily, and this dungeon is no exception. It's impossible to harbor idle, useless individuals; every member has their value. However, in a purely combat-oriented organization, this young man plays an inexplicable role:
a sex therapist!
This young man is one of the few humans remaining in the dungeon. Born with a unique physique, he failed at martial arts and was utterly inept at magic. Ultimately, he became the dungeon's only sex therapist, specializing in treating the demons' sexual problems. He can diagnose and analyze all sorts of physiological and psychological issues, such as erectile dysfunction, weak erections, and difficulty ejaculating, and offer treatments.
I'm not interested in how effective the treatment is, but judging from the way those monsters nodded vigorously when they left, this doctor is definitely very popular, which is why he limits himself to seeing only 100 patients a day, and those who can't get an appointment have to come back early tomorrow.
"You're a guest...you wouldn't have come all this way because of my reputation, would you?"
"No, I have no interest in you whatsoever. I just accidentally went to the wrong place."
"Oh, well...the restroom is after you go out, turn right, take the second passage, go down thirty-seven steps, jump to the right, and cross the footbridge...uh, I was just kidding, you didn't take me seriously, did you?"
"No, and I didn't come looking for the restroom."
It was a lie. Actually, I almost believed it, because I can tell the truth from a lie, but I'm not so good at distinguishing jokes. Surviving in the dark world doesn't require jokes, and no one would have dared to joke with me before, so...this is truly my precious first experience.
There were no jokes, and I had no interest in wasting my time, but as I was leaving, the boy tried to persuade me to stay, hoping I would visit him more often.
"...You know, everyone in the dungeon is friendly, but there aren't many humans here, especially...humans like you. You've been a great help to my research on magic. I hope you can come often; I'll be very grateful."
Before leaving, the boy gripped my hand tightly, reluctant to let me go. Later, I heard from Professor Tojo that this boy was originally an abandoned baby left outside the Forniel Castle. After being adopted by chance, he accomplished nothing for many years—nothing in martial arts, literature, or magic—a complete waste. But a few months ago, somehow, this waste found a shortcut, opening up a path never before seen by anyone.
The barriers he casts and the magical beasts he summons, though not particularly powerful, possess a magical power that transcends the existing magical systems and does not belong to the six major magical categories. This news is currently sealed and has not spread to the outside world; only the high-ranking members of the church know about it. However, it has already alarmed the seven high priests, and Tojo-sensei has personally come to investigate the matter.
"It doesn't belong to the six major magic systems, which means that this power is not restrained by existing magic. It is a new power that cannot be restrained. Charlotte, do you know what this means? If it really has the power I estimated, then it is invincible!"
On the way back, Tojo-sensei repeatedly mentioned this matter, appearing unusually excited and agitated. However, he did not achieve his goal. The master of Forniel Castle was not a fool. Since he knew that the trump card he held was a rare commodity, how could he allow this "adopted son" to meet Tojo-sensei face to face? The two parted on bad terms. If I hadn't met the boy by chance, Tojo-sensei's trip would have been fruitless.
"...How could such an ordinary boy develop a new magic system? Even if it was a fluke, it's too illogical. There must be someone helping him behind the scenes, or...he obtained some kind of extraordinary treasure! Charlotte, this matter is of utmost importance. You must assist your teacher in uncovering this secret." With
Tojo-sensei's appointment, this task fell on my shoulders. Soon after, when the matter reached my father's ears, he secretly instructed me to complete the order, making it a mission I had no choice but to undertake.
Forniel Castle wasn't a place one could enter and leave at will, but because I accepted the boy's invitation, I began visiting his laboratory somewhat frequently. The boy rarely encountered others of his kind, and perhaps because of this, he was very happy to see me, always eager for me to help him with his experiments.
The experiment the boy conducted was unlike anything I'd ever seen from a dark sorcerer. He wasn't performing any blood sacrifice or grand summoning; he simply had me sit in a chair and attached strange tubes to my forehead and wrists to record my heartbeat and breathing. I didn't understand what this experiment was, so he explained.
"I don't understand women at all, especially women's psychology. I can't figure it out no matter how many books I read, so I had to ask for your help." "
But… I'm not a woman."
"Even if you're not, you're still human. Even if you don't perfectly fit the criteria, half a match will do. Besides me, there aren't any living humans left in the dungeon. The last one died last week."
The boy looked regretful. I didn't understand what he was trying to do, but understanding this was precisely why I was here.
Talking to people was a completely new and unfamiliar experience for me. Chatting and talking don't make me stronger. If I unintentionally talk too much, I'll expose my weaknesses. So, I've never had the habit of talking to people for long periods of time.
"Let's start with the basics... Uh, how many times a week do you masturbate? How does it feel? How can you masturbate to reach orgasm more easily?"
"..."
"What... is it hard to answer?" The boy scratched his head, turned it to the side in frustration, thought for a moment, and then seemed to realize an important question. He said guiltily, "Could it be... you've never masturbated?"
"Not even once."
I replied coldly. The boy noticed my displeasure and grumbled, "It's okay if you've never masturbated. Actually, I have no experience with masturbation myself. This kind of thing... hehe, I only have a vague understanding of it. I should have found a woman to learn from, but there aren't many women in the expedition team attacking the dungeon recently. There might be one or two, sigh... Although Grandma is also a woman, my pride..." The
mysterious magic that the boy possessed seemed to be inextricably linked to "sexual desire," so his entire research revolved around sex. The minotaurs, lizard monsters, and other demons in the Fornière Castle, while possessing sexual desires, would be best suited as subjects for research in this area. Unfortunately, there are very few humans left in the castle, forcing the boy to seek my assistance—it's truly a difficult situation for him.
Sadly, two people with little sexual experience together cannot produce any results. After several fruitless attempts, the boy realized this as well. However, he was quite excited to see a human and be able to talk to one of his own kind, engaging in aimless chatter with me.
I had no interest in idle talk; I was only there to uncover the secrets, so we took turns asking and answering questions. Before long, I figured it all out. The boy's magic wasn't original; it came from an ancient manual found among the corpses of an expedition that failed to attack the Demon Castle. It contained a long-lost dark magic, which the castle's master had casually gifted to this good-for-nothing adopted son, hoping he could prove his remaining worth.
The mission was half complete. As for what I paid in exchange for this secret, it was nothing more than trivial matters, hardly even intelligence.
"Where are you from? Who's in your family?"
"I have no family. I'm just an orphan chosen by the Church to become Tojo-sensei's disciple. My parents… I heard they were killed by the people of the Cihang Jingdian."
Hearing this, the boy showed a sympathetic expression.
"I'm an orphan too, and I can partially understand how you feel, but I can hardly imagine what it's like to lose both parents, because I don't even know who they are."
"That's none of my business." "
That's true... there are many kinds of orphans, and you can't generalize. Excuse me."
The boy always apologized with an awkward expression, which was really infuriating. It wasn't until much later, when I had accumulated enough experience and wisdom to look back on the past, that I realized he was trying to comfort me.
"So... what are your future aspirations? What do you plan to do in the future?"
This was a stupid question, and I shouldn't have answered truthfully, but since it was the first time I had encountered such a question, I instinctively replied, "I want to become the emperor of the dark world, climb to the highest peak of power, let every corner of the earth be stained with the blood left by my killings, trample on the corpses of all my enemies, and create a great legend that will last for eternity."
After saying this, I regretted my loss of composure, but the boy looked at me with an extremely admiring gaze.
"That's amazing! I've never even considered the kind of ambition you're talking about. You'll definitely become the devil among devils someday."
"Life is meant to be about doing great things. Otherwise, what do you plan to do in the future?"
"Well... I'm just a nobody sorcerer. What can I do?" The boy scratched his head and smiled. "As long as I have a bowl of rice to eat every day, a job to do, and I can still breathe when I wake up the next morning, that's good enough."
It was such an ordinary, almost mundane, ambition. We didn't talk any further. This collaborative experiment ended when the time was up. I left the Magic Castle and submitted my report to Professor Tojo.
Although it was short, this collaborative experiment left a deep impression on me. I had never talked to anyone so much in the past ten years.
The boy was someone who longed for the ordinary, and I, who was destined to be brilliant, were two parallel lines that would never intersect. After this mission was over, I might never see him again in this lifetime.
However, the separation came sooner than I expected. When I visited the Demon Castle again a few days later, I learned that the boy had been captured by an elite human commando team and his whereabouts were currently unknown. Only then did I realize that I had forgotten to ask his name during our two previous meetings.
The skeleton demon standing at the entrance of the Demon Castle thought for a while and then gave me an answer with difficulty using its forgetful brain.
"I can't remember his surname, it was just a random name anyway. As for his first name... oh right, his name is Famit, that's it!"
◆ Episode 2: The Moment of Waking from a Dream. Dreaming while covered in stench
is not too unfamiliar to me. I don't often suffer from insomnia and usually sleep very well, especially after a passionate sexual encounter. It's hard for me to sleep badly, and dreaming is a byproduct of sound sleep. Whether I sleep well or not, dreams naturally arise.
I've had both good and bad dreams, but my favorite is erotic dreams. As the inheritor of erotic magic, and with my skillful hands, I should theoretically have no regrets when it comes to women. However, the human heart always has its flaws, and these unfulfilled regrets appearing in dreams have a great attraction for me. At least, I've deflowered Ah Xue dozens of times in my dreams.
What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. As a projection of the various regrets of the day, it's quite normal for me to brutally break Ah Xue's virginity in my dreams. However, there is one situation that doesn't belong to this theory: when a thought wave invades my brain, the images and sounds carried by the thought wave are projected into my mind, forming a dream-like existence.
This phenomenon is usually associated with telepathy in magic, but thought waves don't necessarily originate from the living. Even the deceased possess their own thought waves, albeit intermittently and incompletely. For the deceased, these thought waves represent their memories and their final soul. If these thought waves come into contact with the living and interact, this seemingly complex spiritual phenomenon has a simple name: "dream visitation."
I have no fondness for ghosts, and I never imagined such a thing would happen to me. Just now, countless images and sounds flashed by rapidly. I felt as if I were in a long, unending dream, my entire consciousness merging with the dream's creator, listening to what he heard, sensing every single thought, down to the smallest detail.
Despite my poor skills, I am still a magician. This "dream visitation" hadn't been going on for long when I sensed something was wrong. Half-awake from my dream, I carefully observed, trying to figure out what kind of spirit was sending this message.
The protagonist of the dream was of extraordinary status. I had almost never even heard of the existence of the White Eye; I had only read about it in ancient books and seen a few words about it in the records of topaz. It is said that those who possess the White Eye have the tainted blood of the underworld's royal family. Besides being able to use several ultimate magics exclusive to the Underworld Emperor and not existing in the human world, they can also open a passage between the human world and the underworld—in other words, it is a method to open a passage between realms.
(All crows are black, and bad people are all wicked. It turns out that bad people have been trying to open a portal to another realm for hundreds of years. Why do all the bad people in this world think the same thing? It's truly a
case of one after another…) I greatly admire Charlotte's father's courage and boldness. Although his name is not recorded in history books, he seems to be the first person to attempt to artificially create special bloodlines. If he hadn't pioneered this path, Ishtar in later generations wouldn't have been able to continue, and there would be no Asuka.
As for this High Priest Angus, hiding his trump card under Tojo Hideo's tutelage, this will definitely be an earth-shattering assassination attempt. The power struggles in the dark world have never ceased—not before, and not now—but with these names I've vaguely heard, I suddenly realized something very important.
The Moon Worship Cult, the Dark Temple… these names existed at least five hundred years ago. In other words, this Charlotte is a figure from the Warring States period five hundred years ago.
Have I recently come into contact with any ancient relic from five hundred years ago?
The Headless Knight!
In the battle a few days ago, I was injured by one of its attacks. Perhaps it was that contact that allowed its thought waves to enter through magic. This was purely accidental, but it gave me the opportunity to peek into the Headless Knight's past—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, because information from five hundred years ago is extremely difficult to investigate.
Judging from the information gleaned from the dream, Charlotte, simply put… is the kind of person I most want to punch on the street. This person is cold as ice, possesses exceptional skills and confidence, and is an absolute elite in their field of expertise. Therefore, their focus is solely on the path they choose to take, ignoring everything else along the way. This kind of arrogant elite is the kind of person I despise most.
If Charlotte truly is the Headless Horseman, then at least it truly achieved its goal, becoming an enduring legend of terror on earth.
In contrast, the boy who holds a significant place in Charlotte's memory seems quite ordinary; in fact, in that particular environment, this "ordinariness" could be considered abnormal. I'm someone who pays close attention to anything unusual, and it wasn't long before I realized this ordinary-looking boy was acting very strangely.
Matching the information in my head, an unlikely and absurd answer surfaced in my mind.
(Could it really be? Those two...are friends? That's too far-fetched.)
Then, the last sentence I heard confirmed my suspicions. The intense shock of that moment was like a terrifying nightmare, almost waking me up.
Oh no, I really did wake up. The scene before me was blurry; the clear images from the dream quickly receded. This made me extremely regretful, because the precious opportunity to read the Headless Knight's memories wasn't something you could just have whenever you wanted. Now that I'd woken up, I didn't know if I'd ever have such an opportunity again.
(Wait, what was I doing before I fell asleep? Uh, I think I was raping Bai Mudan, and then I passed out. Now I'm awake... Hehe, could there be Bai Mudan's naked body next to me? That would be perfect for me to do it again.)
Bai Mudan is a great beauty, and the mother of Yu Ni and Yu Hong. Her mature and beautiful body is very attractive to me. The thought of being able to have sex with her a few more times, injecting my semen into her womb, and maybe even giving birth to a little beauty like Yu Hong in the future, this idea excites me inexplicably, and my lower body can't help but react.
But... why am I hearing some strange sounds?
"Ugh! How disgusting!"
"Master's penis is hard! What is he dreaming about? His pants have turned into a tent."
"You youngsters, you're making a fuss over nothing. This is our Southern Barbarian's most exquisite banquet technique, zombie resurrection! It's a normal physiological activity for young men."
Many voices were noisy around me. I opened my eyes and was shocked to find myself lying on the bed, surrounded by people. Yu Ni, Yu Hong, A Xue, Bai Lan Xiong, Wan Shou Zun Zhe... all of them were surrounding me, looking at me with strange eyes, their focus... naturally on my erect penis.
"You...what are you looking at? Get out of here!"
Enraged, I threw a tantrum and kicked everyone out of the room, leaving only the Beast Master and the White Lan Bear to explain what had happened.
According to them, not long after I shook them off and left, I heard the Feather Clan female warriors shouting that I had fallen into the water naked and that I was lucky to have been discovered in time, or I would have drowned.
"Wait... I accidentally fell into the water? You mean, I fell into a pond? But I don't remember there being a pond here."
Before I could finish speaking, Bai Lanxiong patted me on the shoulder, looking like she wanted to laugh but didn't dare, and said awkwardly, "John, you're right, there really isn't a pond here, so... they found you in a latrine. Sigh, really, you only had a few drinks, and you were still quite sober when you left. How did you end up falling into a latrine while using the restroom?"
No wonder I vaguely smelled bad; it turns out I fell into the latrine. Logically, I should have been reeking, not just smelling slightly. The only reasonable explanation is that Ah Xue and Neon washed me.
"After those girls dried you off and washed you clean, you still didn't wake up. Everyone rushed over when they heard you were in trouble, but it seemed like you were having a strange dream and talking nonsense, leaving everyone wondering what to do. Then suddenly you got an erection and covered the surroundings..."
"Enough! As Grandpa said, since I'm a young man in my prime, it's understandable that I sometimes get an erection when I wake up. Please don't make a fuss." As soon as
I said that, Venerable Beast and White Lan Bear burst into laughter, leaving me with no face at all. I was clearly having sex with beautiful women before I fell asleep, and now I suddenly appeared in a latrine. White Peony is definitely not innocent of this. This woman is pretty ruthless. I only raped her once, and to be fair, she got some pleasure, so she wasn't a complete victim. But she actually took advantage of me while I was unconscious and threw me into a latrine as repayment? That's truly ungrateful; she has no conscience at all.
If she really wanted revenge, why didn't she just kill me outright? I suppose it was because of Neon's reaction that Bai Mudan hesitated to kill me directly. And recalling the scene, with Future still lurking in the house, even though he's not on good terms with me, he wouldn't just stand by and watch me get killed. Bai Mudan's hesitation is understandable. However, Future clearly saw me being thrown into a latrine and didn't try to save me; that's utterly heartless.
"Hey, stealing a kiss, young people are so energetic, it reminds me of my old days. As long as you get what you want in the end, the little flaws in the process only add to the fun."
What kind of person is Venerable Ten Thousand Beasts? How could he possibly hide my little trick of sneaking away under the pretense to go and have sex with a woman? I'm just pretending not to know. "But is this really a good idea?" Bai Lanxiong said, "Bai Mudan and Neon have a very close relationship. The two sisters almost regard Bai Mudan as their last family. If you force yourself on Bai Mudan like this, what will happen if Neon finds out later...?"
Bai Lanxiong said the word "family" particularly loudly. I knew what he was implying. With his shrewdness, even I could see through it. There was no way he wouldn't have a little suspicion.
This did make me feel guilty, but I couldn't get rid of my greed. I was interested in wealth and power, but I could control it. It was only when I encountered a woman I wanted to sleep with that I found it hard to control this strong desire. Although I knew there might be serious consequences, as long as it wasn't serious enough to lead to my death, I would just ignore it.
"Go away! It's just a woman. Women are born to be fucked, what's there to be ashamed of?" Venerable Beast sneered. "It's her greatest honor that my grandson is willing to sleep with her. She should be lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, waiting. She shouldn't be saying no. As for those two Japanese sisters, if they have any objections, then we'll just grab them and fuck them too."
"Uh... Grandpa, sorry, just to add, I slept with those two sisters a long time ago, and I still do it often now."
"Well done! All heroes under heaven are fond of women, and with your charm, you're worthy of being my, Venerable Beast's, grandson! Hahaha!"
Venerable Beast laughed heartily. Although I disagreed with many of my grandfather's ways, I couldn't deny that he was truly good to me, always making me feel supported. If my own perverted father were like him, well… never mind, too disgusting. I shouldn't indulge in such pointless fantasies.
Bai Lanxiong, hearing Venerable Beast's words, naturally had no objection, but subtly advised me to think carefully and not lose sight of the bigger picture.
These suggestions were valuable; Bai Lanxiong genuinely cared about me, which is why he offered them. Unfortunately, while Bai Lanxiong is fond of women, he's not a lecherous man, and he certainly wouldn't risk getting into trouble for a woman. Therefore, he doesn't understand my feelings.
Bai Mudan alone is already very attractive to me, not to mention that I see a beautiful vision in her. If everything goes smoothly, I can use this opportunity to get Bai Mudan and Neon into bed together, playing a hot game of one emperor and three empresses. Such an exciting thing, even if it costs me my life, I will find a way to accomplish it.
For us lechers, the idea of a mother and daughter sharing a bed is the ultimate sexual fantasy. Any man who is to be called a great lecher, if he hasn't done it a few times in his life, will even be ridiculed by his fellow enthusiasts, considered a shallow person with a limited perspective.
In my early years in Alibuda, I also sought out sisters or mothers and daughters to share a bed with in brothels a few times. Although they showed their identification documents, and the madams of the brothels assured me that those I slept with were definitely mothers and daughters, those women were ordinary and vulgar. Sleeping with them felt like a salesperson trying to meet sales targets. I did have sex, but I didn't feel any pleasure at all.
The appearance of Bai Mudan undoubtedly fulfilled my long-held dream. What's even more rare is that not only is Bai Mudan a beauty, but her two daughters are also one in a million beauties. A mature and alluring mother, two daughters—one handsome, the other beautiful—three bodies, each with their own unique charm, lay sprawled on the bed like three blooming flowers. The sight was so dazzling it was almost blinding; just thinking about it made my mouth water.
(Damn it, this kind of pleasurable thing—having sex with a mother and daughters—even if I can't do it every day, I should at least do it a few times. Otherwise, wouldn't I be wasting my life as a man? Old Bai, you're right, but how could you, a hero, understand the feelings of us ordinary people? This time, I can't listen to your advice.)
If Mao Yan'an were here, he would surely understand my thoughts. This delinquent middle-aged man's bad side is exactly what I'm looking for. Now, seeing that I'm about to achieve my "great cause," I'm missing a kindred spirit. How lonely! How regrettable!
"Hmm, if one can't experience the thrill of having sex with a mother and daughter a few times in a lifetime, wouldn't that be a waste of being a man? I think it's worth taking the risk for this ideal."
Huh? The delinquent middle-aged man is gone. Who understands my ideal so well?
I was both surprised and delighted. I hurriedly turned around to find the person who spoke, only to see the Venerable Beast stroking his beard and mane, looking at me with a smile.
"My dear grandson, men throughout history may act differently, but they all share the same ideals!"
"...Grandpa, that's true, but they're talking about men, not shut-ins."
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Important confidential information must, of course, be held tightly in one's hands and not easily revealed to others. However, if I don't divulge a single word, my reputation this time will be difficult to wash away, truly becoming a major stain.
"So... the reason Master lost his mind and accidentally fell into the latrine was because he sensed the Headless Rider's thought wave, and in order to read that thought wave, he lost consciousness?"
"Yes, I was squatting in the toilet when I suddenly sensed the Headless Rider's thought wave. Knowing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I immediately focused on sensing it. I didn't care where I was. As a result... I squatted for too long, the plank broke, and I fell in."
"Wow! Master is truly amazing! To defeat the Headless Rider and protect the people, he actually sacrificed himself like that. He's so great!"
If someone else had said this, it would have been a vicious sarcasm, but coming from Ah Xue, it was heartfelt praise. Like a child hearing a heroic tale, her eyes shone with admiration. Not only did my face turn red, but even Bai Lan Xiong spat out his hot tea with a "pfft."
"Hey, Lao Bai, don't spit out tea leaves unnecessarily. Even if you don't mind wasting them, it's not good if you get them on someone."
"I'm sorry..."
Ah Xue believed him without a doubt, Bai Lan Xiong didn't believe him at all, and between these two, there was a middleman: Yu Hong, who was skeptical.
"You tried to sense the Headless Rider's thought waves? That makes sense, but... why are you naked?"
"Uh, it's too advanced magic for me to explain to you. In short, laymen wouldn't understand."
Knowing that saying too much would only make things worse, I used this excuse to gloss over the situation and began talking about my "dream," using the truth to cover up my lie.
After I finished speaking, everyone present showed expressions of surprise or deep thought. The world of five hundred years ago was completely unknown to people today. Even though it was true history, hearing names like "Dark Palace" and "Furniture Castle" felt like listening to a martial arts novel.
During my narration, Bai Lanxiong and Yu Hong both became suspicious of the boy, but after I finished, they both gasped in surprise.
"Fam...Famite? Is that the most lecherous magician in history?"
"Famite Xiu Kamu? Is it really him?"
No wonder Bai Lanxiong and Yu Hong were surprised. Even when I first learned the answer, I was so surprised that I couldn't speak. That genius magician who would dominate the world and become invincible in the future was so inconspicuous before he became famous.
"This... I heard a little about it when I was young..."
The Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts was knowledgeable and experienced. He had roamed the martial world in his youth and heard stories from the Warring States period five hundred years ago. He said, "Famit Xiu Kamu, it is said that he was the illegitimate son of a royal family of a certain country. His appearance... did not seem like that of a dazzling and eye-catching genius. Instead, he looked like a novice magic apprentice who had just started out. He looked very inconspicuous. People who wanted to challenge him or seek revenge often mistakenly chose the wrong person because of this."
I had never heard this before, but I remembered that the Headless Knight said that Famit always called himself a minor sorcerer. Perhaps this is another example of a high degree of mismatch between ability and interest. It is truly regrettable.
Unfortunately, my "dream" was short, at best a recollection of Charlotte's childhood and adolescence, lacking his memories of his mastery and true dominance after achieving his goals. It might be good for writing a legendary tale, but utterly useless in combat.
I don't know the Headless Knight's special moves, its weaknesses, or even how to deal with it. If this dream had lasted longer, I could have obtained more important information, but fate had other plans. It's truly a pity.
Theoretically speaking, the Headless Knight's stab might have left something inside me, causing these strange dreams. If so, these energy waves should last for a few more days. If I find a way to continue this dream, I might be able to have it a few more times.
(Damn it, sex is easy, but dreaming is hard. I'm an expert at sex, not dreaming. What am I going to do now?)
I had a terrible headache. There was no one else who could help me with this problem right now, and it seemed to have fallen on my shoulders again. It was really troublesome. Why couldn't they just leave the good things to me and dump the trouble on others?
Thinking about it made my head hurt again. I looked around. Bai Mudan and Weilai were not there. Weilai was probably hiding somewhere. As for Bai Mudan... she was probably hiding and didn't dare to see me. This bitch had messed with me like this. I must get my revenge later. If I didn't fuck her a few times and make her wet herself, then this humiliation in the latrine would have been for nothing.
After dealing with the immediate problems, we prepared to set off for Baghdad. Our journey could have been faster, but due to the agreement between Narcissa and the Beastmaster, we slowed our pace, waiting for Ishtar to pay the "down payment" as a sign of sincerity.
Ishtar promised to liberate the orc slaves within his territory as payment for securing the Beastmaster's assistance. From the orcs' perspective, it was impossible to wait until the Headless Knights were defeated before Ishtar fulfilled his promise; otherwise, who knew if the Beastmaster were to perish, would the people of Ishtar still keep their promise?
To demonstrate the sincerity of both parties, the "down payment" was very important. Ishtar first released some of the orc slaves, providing them with clothing and food, allowing these orc slaves to slowly leave from the factories in various places and gather at the designated port, where they would be released back first.
"Are you planning to leave Ishtar by water?"
I asked Bai Lan Xiong. He shrugged and said, "The waterway is a longer route, but it's much safer. Going by land... hehe, there will be a lot of unnecessary trouble."
There are two ways to get from Ishtar to the Southern Barbarians by land. One is to go through Alibuda, which is almost a straight line across most of Alibuda's territory. The other is to go around through Solancia, through the Plantagenet Federation, and then through the Dwarf Kingdom of Rosetta. It's like traveling around the world, making a big circle, before you can return home.
In the past, such a thing would have been absolutely impossible, but now with the existence of the International Alliance, which is actively seeking the orcs' participation, they can help mediate and persuade the major powers to make way for the orcs. However, judging from Bai Lan Xiong's attitude, he probably doesn't trust humans and elves at all, so he would rather go through the trouble of traveling by sea than by land.
"But speaking of going by sea, Lao Bai, what are you planning?"
"In the past, we wouldn't have dared to even consider it, but now that the Black Dragon Society is gone, the sea is calm, and traveling by water is safer than traversing human and elf territory."
Bai Lanxiong laughed, "Besides, this time is different from before. With your great influence, Admiral Li should at least give us some courtesy, right?"
"Damn it, they really are after me."
"Don't say that. Now you're the Venerable One's grandson, and Admiral Li is your mistress. It's a family affair, like fish helping water, water helping fish. There's nothing wrong with that."
Bai Lanxiong wasn't wrong. In fact, ever since I learned that the Beast Venerable One was my maternal grandfather, I've regretted asking him to participate in this dangerous battle. What do I care about the lives of the people of Ishtar? Just for these inexplicable people, I'm sending my grandfather out to fight to the death, risking his life?
The Headless Knight is no ordinary opponent; its strength should surpass the five strongest warriors. The outcome of the Beast Venerable One fighting it is unpredictable. Although the Beastmaster's martial arts are formidable, he is ultimately quite old. If anything were to happen to him during the final battle, the consequences would be a lifelong regret for me.
Regret is useless now; the only thing to do is proceed with extreme caution and hope that the Beastmaster doesn't suffer any harm. For this reason, I need to give Bai Lanxiong a heads-up.
"Hey, Lao Bai, Li Huamei is my friend, not my sex slave. You can calculate all you want, but don't assume everything is foolproof. The East Sea may be vast, but even in the gutter, you can capsize."
"Really? You and her…"
Bai Lanxiong wasn't stupid. My words immediately made him realize the truth. He wanted to say something, but I patted him on the shoulder, stopping him from speaking.
Li Huamei is generally a person who values morality and cherishes old friendships, but she is also a leader who must put the interests of the group above her own likes and dislikes. Recently, she has been trying to win over Ishtar, which can be seen as the overall direction of the East China Sea Resistance Army. If she turns around and helps the orcs, Ishtar will definitely be very dissatisfied with her. I have no idea how she will choose between these two options.
While talking with Bai Lan Xiong, I also saw the orc slaves who had just been freed from the nearby mines. They looked truly wretched and miserable. These orcs had been imprisoned for too long, and the harsh conditions in the mines were no easier than the work of ordinary domestic slaves. They all looked dazed, seemingly very unaccustomed to life without shackles.
Judging from their eyes, these orcs might all be mentally ill. After all, they had been enslaved for so long; even if they were mentally unstable, it wouldn't be surprising. I think that among the freed orc slaves, people with various disabilities probably made up the majority.
I shook my head and said, "Shoveling in some cripples, can that be considered a release? The people of Ishtar really have a conscience."
Bai Lan Xiong said, "It's alright. Even if they are disabled, they are still our compatriots and should be taken good care of
. Besides, if we send the disabled and elderly away first, it will be easier for the rest to escape if anything unexpected happens." These words made me realize that Bai Lan Xiong wasn't entirely unprepared for what was to come, which was truly reassuring.
However, a piece of news also arrived at this time. Although it was very important and had a significant impact, it had nothing to do with us. This inexplicable situation was truly rare.
King Hussein of Ishtar has passed away!
◆ Episode 3: Lace and Trim. Transporting
a large number of orc slaves away from Ishtar was no easy task, especially traveling by water back to the Southern Barbarians. It required a large fleet of ships and supplies, all of which demanded careful planning and couldn't be accomplished hastily.
"You only thought about organizing a suicide squad to wreak havoc in Ishtar and force them to release the orc slaves, but didn't you think about how to bring them back?"
"Hey, well… we didn't think that far ahead back then. We just thought if we could force the Ishtar people to agree, we could worry about the rest later."
Bai Lanxiong shrugged. I could accept the difficulties he mentioned. Strictly speaking, the orcs' suicide squad was ultimately completely useless. The original plan was for the orc suicide squad to infiltrate Ishtar to carry out terrorist activities or capture key figures in Ishtar to coerce the release of orc slaves.
This plan sounded like it had a very low success rate; the only possibility of its realization was relying on the overwhelming power of the Beastmaster to create a miracle.
However, fate intervened. A headless knight suddenly appeared, wreaking havoc and causing destruction throughout the country, plunging Ishtar into its most severe crisis since its founding. As a result, the suicide squad didn't need to do anything; Ishtar was already devastated, with the headless knight handling all the destruction. Ishtar was also forced to free its slaves in order to gain the Beastmaster's assistance.
I had worried that the release of orc slaves was strongly urged by the Witch God Society faction, and the royal faction might not agree. However, with the passing of King Hussein of Ishtar, the royal faction is now in chaos and should be unable to interfere in the short term. This is the best time for Bai Lan Xiong and his group to act.
"...So, life is always more unpredictable than planned,"
I sighed to Bai Lanxiong. He naturally understood my underlying meaning and shook his head, saying, "That's true, but do what you have to do. Even though things change a lot, you can't lose your direction. Doing things with Bai Mudan is like shooting yourself in the foot..."
"Capable people can always turn crises into opportunities. Shooting yourself in the foot doesn't necessarily hurt..."
This was a bit of a stretch, but I truly believe that there's nothing that can't be done in this world, only methods that don't work. As long as you use the right method, even the most difficult things can be accomplished.
Because Bai Mudan didn't reveal my affair with her, Neon doesn't know yet, saving me a lot of trouble. Bai Mudan, on the other hand, was frightened by me and has been avoiding me ever since.
(Hey, you think you can escape when the meat's already in your mouth? Stop hiding! I'll deal with you slowly when I get the chance…)
How could I let a woman I've set my sights on get away? If Bai Mudan wanted to escape, she'd have to leave immediately, stay far, far away from me. However, with Neon here, Bai Mudan can't leave her two precious daughters, and of course, she can't run away now. She's destined to become my prey.
Originally, I should have focused my attention on Bai Mudan, concentrating on dealing with this beautiful mature woman, but an unexpected event gave me a new idea.
When I returned to the inn, Xue told me that Yu Hong seemed to need to see me and asked me to come over immediately after I got back. I was surprised and didn't know why Yu Hong wanted to see me. I rushed over and found Yu Hong's door ajar when I got there. I was about to knock when I heard the sound of clothes rustling inside. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly and quietly approached.
The pretty young Yu Hong was facing away from the door, about to change her clothes. Yu Hong gently took off her fiery red martial arts robe, revealing her smooth back. Her snow-white bra and panties were a matching set. As if enjoying the process of undressing, she slowly unhooked the back of her snow-white bra.
This visual stimulation quickly aroused my body. Yu Hong probably didn't realize how stimulating this position was for a man; otherwise, she wouldn't have changed so unguardedly.
The most exciting part of peeping at a young girl changing is watching her underwear gradually slip off her body. With great anticipation, the snow-white, cute thong finally appeared before my eyes. The narrow, small thong on Yu Hong perfectly accentuated the roundness and perkiness of her buttocks.
Yu Hong reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. From behind, I could see her small, plump breasts swaying gently as the bra was unhooked. She skillfully removed the bra and tossed it aside on the bed. Then, she reached down and touched her buttocks, gently patting the mound of flesh inside her panties.
Yu Hong naturally turned in front of the mirror, her eyes fixed on it, seemingly admiring her own alluring figure.
This was understandable; the beautiful sight of a young girl changing clothes was incredibly tempting to me. Even though I'd played with Yu Hong's body countless times, seeing her naked now still made me think she was so beautiful. I almost rushed over and hugged her; I barely managed to restrain myself.
(Strange? Yu Hong's hearing isn't bad; it's been so long, hasn't she noticed I'm peeping yet? That doesn't make sense. If I have noticed, could it be... that she deliberately took it off for me to see?)
Curious, I watched as Yu Hong bent over, her buttocks sticking out, and took out a pair of patterned stockings and a strapless bra from the closet. She sat on the bed, put on the bra, slipped her toes into the stockings, pulled them up to her waist, and adjusted them with her hands. Soon after, the girl's naked, youthful body appeared even more alluring because of those stockings.
White panties clung to the back of the stockings, and I stared intently, as if I could see the girl's alluring cleft through the stockings.
The whole scene was incredibly sexy. Yu Hong sat on the bed, adjusting her stockings, her entire beautiful leg exposed. She touched and adjusted them, striking various alluring poses.
I was excited watching when the beautiful winged girl, who was fiddling with her legs, suddenly spoke, "Is it pretty? Do you think it looks good?"
"Very, very pretty..." Besides that, I really didn't know what else to say.
In this situation, I didn't need to say anything more. I simply pushed the door open and locked it behind me.
Teasing me in this way wasn't like Yu Hong's personality; I thought she must have something to say to me. However, even knowing this, the scene still held a great attraction for me. The legs of a Feather Clan beauty were naturally the best models for wearing stockings and high heels, let alone a stunning beauty like Yu Hong. When I entered the room, Yu Hong stood up from the bed and gracefully walked to a corner of the room. The stockings accentuated the beauty of her leg lines, and her movements were exaggerated. Her beautiful legs were long and slender, her hips swayed greatly, and her slender waist was nothing short of sexy. Her leg proportions were the most beautiful standard of the human body.
Yu Hong sat down on the chair opposite me, spread her legs, and, ignoring my almost bulging eyes, unabashedly displayed her incredibly sexy stockinged legs.
"How is it? Pretty, isn't it?"
Yu Hong was full of confidence in her beautiful legs, striking seductive poses as she spoke, sometimes even arching her back to give me a glimpse of her fiery legs. The way her thighs rubbed together seemed to suggest that she was burning with desire, yearning for gratification, while the stockings clung tightly to her elastic legs, making a hissing sound; her captivating, expressive eyes pierced through her disheveled hair, gazing at me with a wistful look, her fair arms crossed beneath her ample breasts, exuding charm.
"Indeed beautiful. Only women of your Feather Clan can wear stockings so beautifully. I don't know what else to say."
As I spoke, I couldn't help but stare at Yu Hong's lower body. That mysterious triangle was covered only by a tiny piece of white fabric. These white panties, representing cuteness, looked amazing on Yu Hong, exuding youthful vitality. Combined with the sexiness of the stockings, they created a unique charm.
Yu Hong looked incredibly alluring in her stockings. Seeing her strike such a seductive pose, I almost couldn't resist rushing over and kissing her feet passionately.
Although I suppressed my desire, my face still betrayed my unease. Yu Hong seemed to read my mind, lying on her side on the bench in an extremely alluring pose. Every inch of her skin, covered by stockings, was smooth and fair, every curve exuding infinite temptation.
"What's wrong? You're acting so strange today. Why haven't you pounced on me yet? You're not behaving like a master. Are you no longer capable?"
"This... well..."
I stammered, unable to speak, my eyes fixed on her legs, inwardly cursing. If anything, Yu Hong's current behavior was truly strange, but I roughly knew what her purpose was.
"If you want to, why don't you come up? I'm already waiting for you here, what are you waiting for?"
"You're not thinking that if you keep me here and have sex with me a few times a day, I won't have any extra energy to have sex with other women, and your Aunt Bai won't be violated by perverts, are you?" I said, "Don't worry, I said I won't touch your Aunt Bai, you can rest assured..."
These words were of course 100% lies, I thought they were not bad, but Yu Hong knew me too well. As soon as I said these words, she didn't know what she heard that was wrong, her face suddenly changed, she flipped her left hand, lifted a large towel, covered her half-naked body, and flew out of the window.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
I chased her to the window, watching her disappearing figure, and shouted, "Don't run away! Come back, come back quickly! If you run away, what am I going to do here all by myself?!"
This was truly the worst situation. I was aroused by the beautiful girl, wanting nothing more than to embrace her youthful body and have a good time, but the sexy, beautiful girl with her long legs flew into the air. What was I going to do now? I couldn't just leave myself here, could I?
In that instant, I understood Yu Hong's plan. This was truly a vicious method of revenge. After following me for a while, Yu Hong had figured out my personality. She knew that talking to me was useless, so she went out and changed her approach, using her own charm to attract me and prevent me from looking at other targets.
(Wow, that really hit the nail on the head. Isn't Yu Hong a bit too naive?)
Lust is a deeply ingrained trait of the Farrell clan. Once they encounter a woman they fancy, they'll act impulsively for her sake, disregarding everything else. Compared to my ancestors, I'm actually quite rational and calm. At least I understand the stakes and can suppress my desires for other reasons.
Of course, there are exceptions in the Farrell family, such as my perverted father. However, I have always suspected that my perverted father is not averse to beauty. It's just that everyone has their own tastes. Perhaps the "beauty" in my perverted father's eyes is different from that of ordinary people. Who knows? If he is unresponsive to the sight of a living beauty but gets an erection when he sees a naked, voluptuous corpse, how would others know about his lustful ways?
(So, I'm actually the most useless member of the Farrell family. Our ancestors were ruthless when it came to lust because they practiced the Xuanwu True Skill, making them invincible and capable of anything. If I had that kind of power, I wouldn't have any scruples today. I could have any of those Ishtar witches or divine healers; I could have them all. If I wanted to have my way, I would have them all. Who could do anything to me?)
It's because I don't have my ancestors' unparalleled skills that I can only use roundabout methods and resort to all sorts of cunning and despicable means to win a woman's heart and soul. Yu Hong has suffered from this before, so she knows that unless they kill me, even breaking my arms and legs won't stop my determination to get what I want.
If hard methods don't work, soft ones will do. Yu Hong understands that she still holds a great attraction for me; otherwise, my sexual frequency with her wouldn't be higher than that of Yu Ni, who looks just like her. Realizing this, Yu Hong decides to use her advantages to launch a sexy offensive. If it doesn't work the first time, or the second time, after repeated stimulation, I might have a nosebleed every time I see her. How could I care about Bai Mudan anymore?
"What a vicious plan! This woman... is too vicious, too vicious... Uh, why is my penis still hard? I can't be hard! Shrink back down! How can I be manipulated like this by a woman?"
My body's reaction is uncontrollable, which is really embarrassing. However, I shouldn't think too badly of things. As long as I treat this as a challenge from Yu Hong, I'm happy to accept it.
In particular, Yu Hong doesn't know that I've already slept with Bai Mudan. No matter how the battle unfolds, she's already at a huge disadvantage from the start.
(Hehehe, compared to the Headless Knight, I'd much rather fight Yu Hong! Should I just get Yu Ni to help her too? That kind of temptation is truly… oh dear! Why am I getting hard again? Forgive me, forgive me.)
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"Actually, there's something I forgot to tell you..."
Bai Lanxiong said, "Your Excellency once heard that among the beautiful women of the outside world, the Four Heavenly Maidens were the most outstanding. At that time, the Phoenix Heavenly Maiden was missing, the Winter Snow Heavenly Maiden was studying at sea, and Marshal Li wasn't someone you could just do whatever you wanted, so..."
I frowned, sensing the implication in Bai Lanxiong's words, "My grandfather wants you to kidnap Lady Moon Cherry?"
Bai Lanxiong shrugged and laughed, "Hey, don't make it sound like that." "That's harsh. The Venerable One only ordered that we use whatever means necessary to bring Lady Moonsakura to Beast God Peak. He didn't say anything else."
I know the Venerable One's temperament well, and I'm even more familiar with the methods of the beastmen. If this comes to pass, it will definitely be by force. And once Moonsakura is on Beast God Peak, when the Venerable One sees her, they won't just sit there drinking tea, eating cookies, or sewing shoes and embroidering, will they? Judging from past experience, if Moonsakura has even a piece of good flesh left, it will be a miracle if she can get down Beast God Peak alive.
"Old Bai, I owe you a favor, a huge favor."
I patted Bai Lan Bear, knowing that this was one of the reasons he had angered the Venerable One. The Beast Master ordered him to bring Yueying to me at all costs. He knew the special relationship between Yueying and me, so when he received the order, he deliberately delayed and refused to carry it out. Later, Yalanjia reported him on Beast God Peak, which naturally became proof of his collusion with me.
Previously, Bailanxiong asked me to help liberate the beastman slaves. If I had mentioned this huge favor, I would have felt very embarrassed. But he didn't mention it at all, only bringing it up casually after the matter was over. This shows his integrity. Even with my thick skin, I have to admit that I received a great favor from him.
Favors aren't just something to say and forget; they must be repaid in the future. Bailanxiong is both wise and brave. If even he finds something troublesome, it must be very troublesome. This favor won't be easy to repay.
Another person who caused me trouble was the anxious Narcissa.
The Feather Clan and I are outsiders; the death of King Ishtar is none of our business. Why would he suddenly pass the throne to us?
But for Narcissa, this was like the sky falling. If Ishtar weren't currently in such turmoil, with the Headless Knights causing chaos, the issue of succession alone would have sparked another bloody conflict between the royal faction and the Witch God Society.
"What happened? You look terrible. I remember that the promise to liberate the orc slaves was made by King Hussein... Of course, he seemed to be seriously injured and unconscious at the time, but the statement was still issued in his name." I laughed. "He's dead now, you're not going to tell me you're going back on your word, are you?"
"What nonsense. If I were to deny it now, not only would I be unable to resolve the Headless Knight's troubles, but I wouldn't be a match for the orcs' revenge either. Not everyone is like you, with so many of the strongest backers behind them."
Narcissus's mockery made me think, and it really was true. My perverted father, my otaku grandfather, and my dead master were all either relatives or friends. As for the remaining two, there was one I would rather die than have anything to do with. Li Huamei shared a blanket with me, so she could be considered family. If I counted on my fingers, four of the five strongest people in the world had close relationships with me. It was truly enviable.
(Strange, almost all five strongest individuals are my people, and quite a few people know this, so why am I still constantly being hunted down? Sigh, being a person is really not easy...)
I shook my head, putting this question aside, and listened carefully to the news Narcissus brought me. The great altar for opening the boundary tunnel is under rapid construction, located near Baghdad. The Witch God Society has mobilized a large number of people to speed up the construction.
Narcissus brought me the blueprints for the entire altar to discuss with me, to see if there were any shortcomings in the explanations.
"Are you kidding me? Such profound things, you have a bunch of grand mages and high priests around you, but you come to ask me, a lowly sorcerer? I don't understand these things."
"Those grand mages and stuff, they all practice black magic. I know everything they know, so there's no need to ask them anything. If we really have to say whose advice is worth considering, it's yours, because you are the only one who inherited Famit's lifelong learning. Incestuous magic is not within the six major magic systems, so your suggestion must have some meaning."
Narcissus gave a wry smile. Although it was a wry smile, it had a unique beauty on her charming face, making people's hearts flutter.
"You know, this kind of ultimate magic, although theoretically complete, has never been actually used. Who knows what the result will be the first time it's used? That little fox is your precious darling, so the more preparations you make beforehand, the safer you'll be. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"
"You're using my fox as a guinea pig? If anything happens to her, I'll make you all go down with her to hell with the Headless Horseman."
I boasted, but I didn't dare to be careless, carefully examining the blueprints that Narcissus had brought.
Ishtar's magical skills were truly superb; as soon as the blueprint was opened, an image barrier was immediately created, revealing a miniature altar-shaped building at a one-hundredth scale.
Twelve massive stone pillars encircled the central plaza, their style rugged yet simple. The plaza floor was covered with intricate runes and grooves. When the festival officially began, a special liquid would flow through the grooves, revealing incantations different from those on the ground, forming a three-dimensional magic array—and not just one. The twelve giant pillars also bore strange patterns, seemingly ancient magical texts, their characters pointing upwards. It was estimated that when they were assembled, even the sky was within the scope of the spell.
I carefully examined this projection model and offered my serious opinions. Ishtar's grand magic for opening the boundary tunnel is indeed massive in scale, involving an enormous amount of energy. If anything goes wrong, the consequences won't just be the inability to open the boundary tunnel; the entire area within a radius of several dozen miles, including the altar, could be blasted into the sky, causing a catastrophic disaster.
For Ah Xue's safety, and my own life, I naturally studied every detail very carefully. While offering my opinions, I was also secretly alarmed. Without Ah Xue, with her special bloodline and destiny—the "correct key"—this large-scale, ultra-complex magic array would be impossible to succeed.
During the research, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
"Wait, Narcissus, do you know what a 'Dead White Eye' is?"
"Hmm, the Dead White Eye... also known as the Eye of the Dead, it's a special constitution that only one in a billion possesses, a bloodline characteristic of the Underworld royal family. Under normal circumstances, this kind of eye cannot appear on a living being unless it's a genetic mutation, but its lifespan will not exceed seven hours..."
Narcissus was knowledgeable and a master of black magic, and quickly explained the story of the Dead White Eye. I was eager to ask more questions, wanting to know the purpose of the Dead White Eye.
"It's said... but it's really just a rumor, because in the history of Ishtar, no creature with the White Eyes of Death has ever been found for research, and I don't know if these documents are true or false. But if the records are correct, the White Eyes of Death's special ability is to see through the souls of the living, to bind and lock their spirits, and to kill in their dreams. Moreover, as a symbol of the Underworld Emperor, it can perform several unique spells, so it has incredible effects in controlling the undead."
Narcissus said, "Furthermore, the White Eyes of Death are the eyes of the dead, so if such eyes appear on the living, they can do what the dead cannot do, breaking through the barrier between the Yin and Yang realms, opening the door, guiding the wandering souls of the present world to rebirth, or releasing the weeping, vengeful souls of the Underworld to the mortal world."
"Wait... the White Eye can open the connection between the Underworld and the mortal realm. In other words, doesn't that mean it opens a boundary passage?"
When I asked, Narcissa nodded readily and said, "This kind of research has always been one of Ishtar's major directions. Initially, research on the White Eye failed; we couldn't create the White Eye as the key to the Underworld. Later, with advancements in research technology, we transferred the White Eye's effects to magic arrays and used the arrays to activate it. This part was successful, overcoming the previous difficulties. But... other special..." "An unusual constitution, to activate this barrier, hahaha, it's like opening a box and finding a new little box inside. It's because dealing with all sorts of special constitutions is too troublesome that I wanted to just make it myself."
What Narcissus said was the arduous journey of the Ishtar magicians over the past few hundred years. However, what I was concerned about was something else. There was something that had puzzled me before, and the magic circle that Asue could activate was made by simulating the Byakugan's ability. So Asue and the Headless Knight were thus connected.
In the battle where Ishtar mobilized the entire nation to besiege the Headless Knight, I desperately activated the power of the fourth lustful divine beast, the "Golden Silver Silkworm." My attack failed, metallizing Ah Xue and sealing her into a golden statue. If the Headless Knight hadn't pierced through the air with a single sword strike, Ah Xue would likely be dead by now.
All of the Headless Knight's actions are now under the orders of the Black Witch Goddess. Therefore, the sword strike that saved Ah Xue could perhaps be seen as the Black Witch Goddess's intention.
The Black Witch Goddess saving Ah Xue seems as illogical as Ghostly Xi saving me, but seemingly illogical things often have a reasonable explanation behind them. I couldn't figure it out these past few days, but now it all makes sense.
Opening a boundary tunnel is a tactic that could potentially eliminate the Headless Knight. The Black Witch, born in Ishtar, would certainly know this. Controlling the Headless Knight, she's practically invincible right now, and wouldn't be foolish enough to destroy her trump card. Therefore, the only explanation is that this boundary tunnel magic is extremely useful to the Black Witch; some of her ambitions can only be achieved through this ultimate magic.
To complete this magic, Ah Xue is indispensable. If Ah Xue dies, Ishtar cannot activate the barrier, and the Black Witch's ambitions will vanish. So, even knowing that doing this will expose her weakness, the Black Witch has no choice but to let the Headless Knight save Ah Xue.
"Narcissa, you…"
I began to speak, but another thought crossed my mind. Regardless, that's ultimate-level magic. Even if the Dark Witch wanted to use it, any mishap during its execution could cause catastrophic damage. If designed properly, it could even be used to eliminate the Headless Knight.
If that's the intention, then there's no need to rush to inform Narcissus. The most urgent task is to find a way to read the Headless Knight's memories.
"Narcissus, here's a list. Get me everything written on it immediately, the sooner the better."
"Hmm, these all seem to be magical materials for enhancing inspiration, aiding meditation, or dream enlightenment. What
do you need them for?" "I want to have a hot, erotic dream, where I sleep with every beautiful woman in the world. Do you believe me?"
Narcissus, of course, didn't believe me, but after my question, she immediately realized, "You...you have any new information on how to deal with the Headless Knight? Don't hide it!" "
That's a joke. Aren't you all using me to go on adventures all day long while you frantically copy information from the sidelines? Go find it yourself!"
I said this, but I knew Narcissus would use what I needed as leverage, so before she could speak, I preemptively said, "The Headless Knight's name is Charlotte, a White-Eyed Warrior of the Moon Worship Cult!"
"What?"
◆ Episode 4: Parallel Lines. The tangled
dream has begun again.
Life is like a dream, and everyone's life is like a fleeting illusion. Some people's dreams are ephemeral, some are so long that all you want to do is wake up, and some are so dull and boring that you unknowingly waste your life...
My life should be far removed from "dull and tasteless," but it's not exactly colorful either, because the colors of the world around me have always been monotonous.
At first, my world was only black and white, but after I went to the battlefield, my world was only red... the bloody red.
I've heard that for an ordinary person, killing a thousand people in a lifetime is a very difficult thing, but I unknowingly exceeded that number by more than ten times. This number... must be quite extraordinary.
In August of the year 679 of the Fengyue Calendar, I, Charlotte Kushita, had just celebrated my sixteenth birthday. It was also in the spring of that year that I stepped out from behind the scenes of the Moon Worship Cult and into the limelight, transforming from a notorious top assassin into an invincible number one warrior, having just killed the 10,007th person in my life.
I remember when I first started as an assassin, my targets were usually one or two skilled individuals or important figures. However, in the chaotic world, there were simply too many opportunities to kill. Gradually, the orders from above changed to wiping out a small team in a certain area, exterminating an entire transport convoy, or killing the target along with their entire family.
The clash of swords and the shadow of blood have always appeared in every corner of my life. This bloody dream has lasted so long that I can't even remember if there was ever a moment in my life without the stench of blood.
What does it feel like to kill ten thousand people with your own hands?
Someone once asked me this. He was a dying man on the verge of death, and he didn't believe my answer, even though it was the truth. How could someone who has been learning to kill since childhood feel anything about something they've become accustomed to? But even if it's routine, does one really need to scream and cry for killing someone?
My life has never had many emotional ups and downs. I don't know if it's numbness or indifferent nature, but I'm indifferent to everything around me. Professor Tojo praised me, saying that this is the best quality of an assassin. However, because my reputation is too famous, he decided to transfer me from the position of assassin to a general in the Moon Worship Cult, leading troops to fight and conquer cities and territories.
As for commanding troops, this is not my forte. I don't know any strategy or calculation. The only thing I can do is to wield my sword and axe to destroy every enemy in front of me. Therefore, I always leave all my subordinates behind and take the lead, charging into the enemy lines until I have wiped out every enemy in front of me and turned every inch of land into a sea of blood.
My illustrious military achievements were built in this process. However, whenever I turned around, I always saw that all the subordinates who should have been under my command had long since died, leaving not a single one. I became the only living person standing upright on both sides. "
He shouldn't have been leading living people, but an army of undead demons. That way, these problems wouldn't exist."
Such voices, seemingly mocking, had been heard in the Moon Worship Cult, but no one dared to say it to my face. On the contrary, Teacher Tojo praised me highly. To add an air of mystery and put psychological pressure on the enemy, Professor Tojo crafted me a knight's armor. It contained multiple layers of barriers and talismans, capable of amplifying the effects of dark magic. With the right timing and location, it could even be doubled in power, creating a terrifying spectacle that would strike fear into the hearts of the enemy.
Another rare and delightful gift was a magnificent black horse, taller than me, without a single stray hair, named "Fearless." This name truly intrigued me; aside from myself, I had never encountered a creature that was truly fearless.
"Fearless" cooperated well with me. When I donned my armor, rode this great black horse, and galloped across the brutal battlefield, severing hundreds of heads with my sword, all the enemies were terrified, scrambling to wake up from this bloody nightmare. From then on, "Fearless" and I became the nightmare of everyone in Cihang Jingdian.
Cihang Jingdian was full of experts, and the enemies there were all strong, but not strong enough to frighten me. The real troublesome struggle came from our own side.
The power struggles among the seven high priests of the Moon Worship Cult are intensifying. Although my father, Kushita, hasn't taken any explicit action, he's been asking me about Tojo-sensei's thoughts and plans more frequently. Perhaps it won't be long before I, this secret pawn buried for over a decade, come in handy and become a key player in this struggle.
My father hasn't said anything explicitly, but he's hinted that I should be wary of Tojo-sensei's weaknesses. This won't be easy. As the head of the seven high priests of the Moon Worship Cult, Tojo-sensei's black magic is not only incredibly powerful, but he also possesses superior martial arts skills. His demonic sword is unpredictable, but because almost no one who has seen it has survived, this fact remains unknown.
As a martial artist, I believe that Master Tojo, after over two hundred years of honing his skills, is now invincible. To defeat him, the only option is a direct assault, overwhelming him with superior force, or a coordinated attack using superior numbers.
The problem is that this battle cannot last too long. If the fight drags on, Master Tojo can summon the guardian spirits of the Dark Shrine, a privilege granted to him as the head priest. These guardian spirits are extremely powerful, and with these beings, whose lives hang in the balance, joining the battle, the outcome becomes uncertain.
Besides, if the battle lasts more than fifteen minutes, Tojo-sensei will finish charging up and unleash his most prized "Seven Fiend Stars Exploding Hell," a devastating attack that could potentially wipe us all out in an instant.
The strongest man in the Moon Worship Cult is no ordinary opponent. The longer I follow Tojo-sensei, the more I realize the unfathomable depths of this unparalleled powerhouse. In contrast, I don't have high hopes for my father's plans.
Killing, conspiracy, struggle, bloodshed… life slips away amidst the recurring occurrences of these things. Year after year, I become numb to the familiar routines. People come and go, live and die, but so many faces leave little impression on my memory.
The faces that remain in my memory are few and far between: Mr. Tojo, my father… besides those two faces, there's only… that boy named Famit!
It's strange. He wasn't a particularly important person, nor did he possess any special abilities. He was like someone from a parallel world to me, our paths intersecting by chance, leaving a trace that should have been forgotten. Yet, despite so much time having passed, the impression of him remains indelible.
Famit… where did he go?
It's strange. He wasn't a particularly important person, nor did he possess any special abilities. He was like someone from a parallel world to me, our paths intersecting by chance, leaving a trace that should have been forgotten. Yet, despite so much time having passed, the impression of him remains indelible.
Famit… where did he go?
Shortly after his mysterious disappearance, Tojo-sensei's plan was launched. Using some clever tactics, he isolated and cut off the magical source of Fornière Castle. Soon after, the demon-slaying army of the Cihang Temple arrived, personally led by the Holy Knight Alphonse Xiu Kamu. Under the fierce attack of this top expert of the Cihang Temple, the magnificent dungeon was breached, and the entire Fornière Castle was razed to the ground. To this day, that once-perilous demon cave has become a legend occasionally mentioned by people.
Tojo-sensei felt great regret and remorse... not for Fornière Castle itself, but for the special technology that Famit possessed, a theory independent of the six major magic systems, containing infinite possibilities, which was now gone, a truly regrettable thing.
The land where he grew up was destroyed, and Famit, who had mysteriously disappeared, never reappeared. There was no news of him, as if he had never existed. Sometimes, I would stand by the window, looking up at the sky, and feel as if I were the only one in the world who still remembered him.
The turning point of fate was like an unpredictable, mad pulley, always drawing a trajectory in people's lives when they least expected it. In
November of that year, in the midst of a snowy winter, I was ordered to lead an army to raid a large prison in the Kingdom of Emmanuel to rescue several technicians who had been accidentally captured by the enemy. The operation was going smoothly, and I easily eliminated the enemy blocking my way. But at the moment of success, a group of masked assassins suddenly appeared.
These assassins weren't targeting me, and their strength was unexpectedly formidable. Their wide-ranging swordplay suggested they weren't ordinary assassins, but rather warriors on the battlefield. An unexpected and fierce battle ensued when I encountered them, and I ultimately wiped them all out.
The assassin's arrival was suspicious. After completing my mission, I investigated and found a ragged, bearded, and barely breathing young man in the dungeon where the assassin had appeared. Initially, I didn't think much of it, but we couldn't let anyone who saw me live, so silencing him became the consensus. However, the unconscious young man then woke up. Although his face was covered in filth and a beard, his eyes were strangely familiar.
"Xia... Charlotte..."
"Farmer?"
Not many things can surprise me, but this sudden reunion with an old friend truly took me by surprise. Logically, I should have killed him immediately; I couldn't let anyone see me here. But for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to kill him. I rescued him and managed to settle him down.
This was the first time in my life I hadn't followed orders, yet it was also the first time no one had given me orders. I acted according to my own will, and the feeling was very peculiar, vaguely, yet strangely, there was an indescribable sense of relief.
After surviving his ordeal, Famit told me many things. When the Fornior Castle annihilated the invading adventure team, they accidentally captured three young, beautiful women, each with their own allure, and handed them all over to Famit as subjects for their "experiments."
Famit had long desired to obtain material for his beautiful subjects, and once this dream was realized, he immediately put all his ideas into practice, engaging in passionate lovemaking with the three beautiful maidens for several days and nights in a frenzy, leaving them no time to even get out of bed. This wouldn't normally be a major problem, but one of the three maidens was of special status—the first princess of the Kingdom of Emmanuel. This immediately changed the situation.
Princess Catherine Hugh Kamu, young, arrogant, and reckless, had undertaken an adventure on her own. A few days later, the court discovered this and deduced that the princess was trapped in the Demon Castle. Therefore, they dispatched a special task force to raid the castle and rescue the princess. The Knights of Emmanuel were renowned throughout the land. The Holy Knight Alphonse, the king himself, personally trained this formidable army. When they gathered their elite forces and stormed the Demon Castle, no one in the dungeon could withstand them, and they remained completely undetected.
Famit had been having relations with Catherine and others for several days. When the elite knights stormed in, he was caught red-handed and taken back to Emmanuel. Normally, Famit's fate would have been immediate execution, but seemingly due to his exceptional skills and abilities, Princess Catherine spared him. For a time afterward, she treated him as her male concubine, indulging in daily pleasures with him and attracting a large retinue of maids for extravagant sexual games.
Eating one's fill every day and waking up to beautiful women is probably the common dream of every man. But even the most beautiful dream can become nauseating if dreamed too often. Famit realized his situation was dire and secretly ran away one night, returning to Forniel Castle. But by then, the dungeon had been destroyed, and homeless Famit began a life of wandering.
This kind of life was naturally very difficult, but what was worse was that Princess Catherine refused to let him go. And it was no longer just about taking him back as a male concubine; to avoid the scandal, she was determined to kill him, repeatedly sending assassins to relentlessly pursue him, leaving Famit constantly teetering on the brink of death. Finally, out of desperation, he came up with a plan to fight to the death and simply hid in the great prison of Emmanuel.
Emmanuel's great prison held so many prisoners that it was difficult to find someone hiding there quickly. Famit's gamble paid off; Princess Catherine lost her target and spent a long time investigating before finally locating Famit. She sent assassins again, but they happened to encounter me on a mission and saved his life.
"Thank you so much for saving my life. I will definitely repay this favor in the future." Famit grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously, asking, "By the way, Charlotte, how have you been these years?"
This question was difficult to answer. By ordinary standards, I didn't know if my life was good or bad. What worried me was why I had acted so strangely today, doing something unnecessary and rescuing someone on my own.
Finally, my answer to myself was to complete the task that Tojo-sensei had given me: to investigate the mysterious magic that Famit possessed. There had never been a task entrusted to me that I couldn't complete; that failure was not my fault, and now I would finish it.
Perhaps out of gratitude to my savior, I only gave him a brief introduction before Famit readily continued the conversation.
"The magic I study is called Lust Magic. It's activated using the body's own sexual energy, unlike the existing magic that utilizes the six natural elements. It was founded by the Dean of the Magic Research Institute of the Kingdom of Reins-Tillon on the other continent..."
According to Famit, long, long ago, on the distant other continent, there was a Dean of the Magic Research Institute named Gripardorn Ekdor Hart Biledman. He had an extremely deep understanding of all kinds of magic and was known as the "Encyclopedia of Magic," a great magician.
The theoretical basis of Lust Magic was created by this old magician. Because it originated from the other continent, its casting principle differs from the six major magic systems on Earth. The secret manual recording erotic magic was brought across the ocean at some unknown time and began to circulate throughout the land until it fell into Famit's hands.
Initially, Famit was ignorant of human affairs, and this magic, which relied on human sexual desire as its energy source, could not be effectively used. However, after much time, Famit gained his own "experience" and greatly understood the things recorded in the magic book, and only then did he truly begin to practice erotic magic.
"Is this magic... powerful?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I had asked a stupid question. If this erotic magic was powerful, why would Famit need to hide so much, even going so far as to hide in a large prison to practice? In this light, erotic magic can only be described as peculiar, but not the kind of magic with great power.
"That's true. It's not that the dean of the Magic Research Institute is necessarily more skilled, or that the magic they create is particularly powerful. Well... to be honest, most of the summoning spells in it aren't powerful enough to defeat a thousand enemies single-handedly, nor are they the kind that shake the heavens and earth..."
Famit's voice was somewhat embarrassed, but then a hint of excitement appeared in his voice. "However, if we can develop it to the end and complete that Hellish Lust God, everything will be different. According to the records, this Hellish Lust God is extremely powerful, an unprecedented achievement in summoning magic."
His excitement caught my attention, and I asked him for details about the god of lust in hell.
"Huh? This is the highest secret of erotic magic, how can you just tell others?" Famit paused, then said, "But you are my savior, so of course it's no one else. Let me show you the results of my research over this period of time."
Famit spoke with great seriousness, but when he began to explain, I found that this set of Hellish Ecstasy Gods was not as powerful as he said... No, actually, it's hard to say whether it's powerful or not, because the text in the book that Famit relayed was just some simple ideas and theories. In other words, the great magician who created erotic magic did not complete this final step, but only left his own ideas for future generations to inherit, overcome the technical difficulties they encountered, and truly complete this final step.
However, all magic that has been passed down through generations has been refined through countless trials and tribulations, achieved through the hard work and dedication of numerous individuals. It is not something that can be accomplished overnight, and only a very few are created independently by exceptional geniuses. Famit is merely a minor sorcerer, and by no means does he seem like a genius. To say that he could create the God of Hell is something I find hard to believe.
Thinking of this, I gave a slight, cold laugh, my expression changing slightly. Famit, engrossed in his own story, was oblivious to my expression, focusing only on his conception of the God of Hell.
"...During this period of research, I discovered that the theory of the Hellish God of Lust is missing a crucial step. Using the souls of sacrificed women as the primary element to form the summoned beast of the God of Lust, if successful, would allow one to break through the limitations of the six major magic systems, simultaneously wielding six elemental magics."
Famit frowned. "However, the book doesn't clearly explain how to transform female souls into the summoned beast of the God of Lust. I've calculated that if you follow the book's instructions exactly, the success rate is close to zero, with too many casualties. This isn't a truly complete magic system."
"Many large-scale spells have high failure rates; a 90% failure rate isn't uncommon. Doesn't the book explain what to do?"
“Yes…” Famit’s expression darkened, and he sighed, “Gripardon seems to believe that as long as enough women are sacrificed, even if 99,999 die, one will succeed. So he uses the corpses of the sacrificed to increase the success rate… How could I possibly do something like that?”
His words were surprising; Famit really didn’t seem like someone from the dark world. Logically, someone raised in the Forniel Castle shouldn’t be concerned about harming test subjects.
The mages I’ve met before, as long as they could achieve their magic, when had they ever regretted causing any damage? For mages, obtaining greater power and more profound magic was everything; as for the sacrifices… that was something no one ever cared about, especially mages from the dark world.
Seeing Famit's furrowed brow and worried expression, I couldn't understand why he, growing up in that environment, could still have such an innocent look. Hadn't he learned anything about the law of the jungle? In struggle, there are only the strong and the weak. The weak who lose in the struggle are at the mercy of others, and the strong slaughtering and killing these weak is the right of the victor. What is there to worry about? What is there to regret?
I couldn't understand Famit's thoughts, but I did have reservations about his theories. Judging from these things alone, the theoretical structure of the Hellish God of Lust seems to be closely related to the souls of living beings. If Famit wants to complete this unfinished magic, this knowledge should be the key.
I once heard from Tojo-sensei that Famit never received formal magical education; he learned everything on his own from books. While this avoided falling into the traps of his predecessors and allowed him to have many original ideas, it inevitably led him down many detours. After all, a castle in the air without a foundation is bound to encounter a host of problems at the slightest breeze.
In the past, in order to make full use of my Byakugan's special ability, I also received a lot of training and education in necromancy, and I have a considerable amount of knowledge in this area. However, it is not comprehensive enough for me to teach others; I can only offer some guidance.
"To become the God of Hellish Lust, I think you only have two paths to take. One is to spend three to five years finding a wise master and learning necromancy through proper channels, especially knowledge about the composition of the soul, which will be of great help to you."
When this suggestion was made, both Famit and I felt it was not feasible. Given his current situation, he had no idea where he could find a master to learn from, and those established necromancy scholars would not be interested in him, so it should not work.
"Then there is another path. Those with a deep understanding of soul science are not necessarily only necromancers. In the orc world of the Southern Barbarians, there is a very peculiar race that has never interacted with the outside world. However, their knowledge of soul science is even beyond that of necromancers outside the world."
Beast magic in earth magic is a branch of dark magic summoning. It absorbed the pinnacle achievements in soul science, broke away from its original category, and was reshaped by the abundant energy of the earth. It only circulated in the Southern Barbarian region and became the exclusive technology of the orcs.
Legend has it that deep within the orc world lies a wondrous race called the Feathered Race, the pinnacle of orc magic. They possess orc magic that transitions from the dark to the earth element, and the beasts they unleash are not only incredibly powerful but also often ferocious, strikingly similar to the monsters summoned by dark magic.
The Phoenix Goddess, who leads the Feathered Race, was born with twelve beasts, possessing immense supernatural power even as an infant. Such tales seem absurd, impossible to verify due to the vast distance, but even if their veracity is only partially true, they demonstrate the Feathered Race's exceptional understanding of spiritual science, making them an excellent source of inspiration.
"Then go to the Southern Barbarians. You should be able to find what you're missing there. If you go deep into the Southern Barbarians, find the legendary Feathered Clan, and discover the secret of the Phoenix Goddess, perhaps you can find the key to completing the work of the Hellish God of Lust."
"The Southern Barbarians... the world of the orcs... it's a headache. The orcs aren't very friendly to us. If we go there carelessly, we'll die carelessly too..."
Famit murmured, gazing into the distance. From the initial confusion, bewilderment, and worries, a ray of light slowly appeared, revealing a look of ecstatic joy after a period of despair.
"Yeah! What's so great about it? It's just a bit far. Do you think orcs can scare me? They're not as scary as the assassins of Emmanuel. Anyway, if the assassins want to kill me, I'll have to find somewhere to hide. I might as well go hide in the southern barbarians, where the assassins won't be able to find me."
This statement was really unmanly, but for a little warlock who was being hunted down like a rat in the street, there was no need to expect too much.
I stared at Famit, who was clenching his fists, his face full of excitement, as if a vast new world had appeared before him. He grew up in Fornières Castle, spending almost all of his childhood there. Later, he was kidnapped and forced to live a life of constant wandering and escape, rarely having the chance to truly see the world. Now, he had the opportunity to travel to the southern barbarians, though he was unaware of it, seeing it only as a way to evade pursuit. But in truth… his heart was already soaring like a mischievous child who had just won his favorite toy.
That's all for now; we parted ways, letting the briefly tangled threads of fate once again extend into two parallel lines. Fearing that Famit might be easily killed by assassins soon after leaving, I gifted him my usual short knife. This short blade wasn't originally a divine weapon, but it was cursed, turning into a poisoned blade. Upon contact with blood, it instantly transforms into a deadly poison that seals the throat. I've killed countless people with it, and now, stained with the vengeful blood of thousands of wandering souls, it's even more potent.
With this magical artifact, Famit should have a better chance of escaping. This artifact, along with the guidance I provided, is a parting gift for Famit. If he's fortunate enough to survive, then perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again in a few years.
However, man proposes, God disposes. Unlike last time, this time the situation was somewhat different. Famit, who successfully escaped, headed towards the Southern Barbarian Lands, embarking on a journey that went against his usual low-key ways. This man seemed to be a born jinx, or a plague god reincarnated. Everywhere he went, he would unexpectedly get involved in conspiracies, amplifying the existing chaos and turning it into a bloody catastrophe.
During this journey, Famit bravely fought dragons, cleverly solved a series of murders, thwarted several plans of the Moon Worship Cult, and even unexpectedly killed two of the seven high priests, causing a global shock.
In a series of events, Famit made a group of friends who supported him, and like the protagonist of every adventure story, he was surrounded by a group of beautiful women. He gradually transformed from an insignificant sorcerer into a powerful magician who shook the earth.
During this time, I maintained secret contact with Famit and, by chance, saved him from two life-threatening situations, and together we defeated powerful enemies far beyond his capabilities. These things were not what I wanted, but they always happened in situations I couldn't refuse.
Fate is indeed a strange thing, gradually merging two seemingly parallel lines into one, inextricably intertwined, inseparable…
◆ Chapter Five: Tel Aviv.
Having good dreams is beneficial for both mind and body, but engaging in this kind of spiritual activity like dream interpretation is extremely tiring. After the dream ended, I slept for a long time before finally waking up.
(Strange, something feels off. This isn't the information I'm looking for. The Headless Knight's past... the details aren't enough, the information is incomplete...)
Once I was awake, my thoughts quickly drifted to this problem. I had spent time reading the Headless Knight's memories to obtain information about him, but after two attempts, although I learned about his origins, I didn't get any crucial information. What happened?
Such retrospective thought waves cannot be pinpointed to a specific location; you can't simply choose which segment to revisit. However, the thought waves of the deceased undoubtedly record their deepest obsessions and most lingering emotions—love or hate. Therefore, reading the thought waves of the deceased should reveal their most important aspects.
The messages gleaned from the two consecutive retrospectives of the Headless Knight's thought waves are less about recording Charlotte's information and more about understanding Famit Hugh Kamu through Charlotte's eyes. This is valuable from an archaeological perspective, but utterly meaningless in terms of tactics against the Headless Knight.
Judging from the events in the dream, Charlotte and Farmitt must have been close friends. Although one was aloof and cold, and the other dull and clumsy, I could still sense a genuine and pure affection constantly budding between them; they should have been very good friends.
Therefore, it's understandable that Charlotte, betrayed and schemed against by her best friend, would be filled with immense resentment, resulting in her memories of Farmitt being overwhelming. However, two questions remain that puzzle me.
First, Farmit doesn't seem intelligent enough to use scheming to harm others, yet he later used such methods against his best friend. What deep-seated hatred developed between them later? Or is there some other reason?
Second... second... uh, strange, something seems very wrong, but I can't quite put my finger on it. It seems to be the way Famit looks at Charlotte; there's something odd about it, but I can't quite put my finger on what's strange. This suspicion is truly ambiguous...
(Damn it, what am I going to do if things continue like this? I used a bunch of rare magical materials from Narcissus, but I haven't found any important clues. If I get held accountable later, this debt won't be easy to settle.)
To say I gained nothing wouldn't be entirely true. At least through Charlotte's memories, I obtained a lot of valuable information about Famit. Neither the erotic magic book nor the topaz contained any information; they barely mentioned Famit's life or experiences. I had no way of knowing what kind of person this "most lecherous magician in history" really was.
(Right! A chance encounter can lead to unexpected results. If I can't find anything about the Headless Horseman, then finding something about Famit is the same!)
This thought flashed through my mind, and my thoughts suddenly opened up, leading me to a very important question.
For a long time, I had been painstakingly studying Famit's most powerful magic—his six invincible dark summoning beasts—but without any clues, my progress was minimal, and I could only explore blindly. Now, Charlotte's memories had given me a very valuable clue. Firstly, erotic magic originates from another continent, so it doesn't belong to the six traditional magic systems. To fully understand its origins and mysteries, one might have to sail to that continent to see if the creators left any notes to further complete the understanding of erotic magic.
Secondly, the erotic magic that has been passed down is an incomplete theoretical document. At least the most important part, the Hellish God of Lust, was not completed; it was achieved through a gamble of chance. It only truly succeeded in the hands of Famit. At the time when Famit parted ways with Charlotte in the Great Prison, he was just an ordinary sorcerer whose interest outweighed his dreams. Therefore, the success of the Hellish God of Lust came much later.
After leaving the Great Prison, Famit truly began creating legends. No matter how many people hunted him, how many near-death experiences he had, his life changed from there. He met companions, increased his power, and experienced the full spectrum of life's joys and sorrows. It was this period that transformed him from a minor sorcerer into a great mage, gradually establishing his invincible position that allowed him to roam freely in the Warring States period.
How did Famit's power increase? I don't know, but Charlotte pointed me in a general direction: the Feathered Race!
Narcissus once told me that the mages of Ishtar, after long research, concluded that Famit's dark summoned beasts were closely related to the Feathered Race, and Charlotte's guidance confirmed this. The current information is insufficient, so there's not much I can do. However, if these dreams continue and I obtain complete information about the Dark Summoning Beasts, then the invincible beasts that roam the land might very well reappear in my hands.
This thought makes me so excited I could jump for joy. If I could obtain the six Dark Summoning Beasts, I would have the strength to fight the Headless Knight, and might even become invincible, putting no expert or strongman in my eyes.
(Wait, calm down, calm down... This is too dangerous! The fruit is too tempting; I almost lost my mind. I'm not invincible yet. Celebrating my dream too early is tantamount to suicide.)
I gathered my thoughts, got dressed, and prepared to leave the room to give an explanation to those who were eagerly awaiting my dream report.
If I could, I would fly to Baghdad immediately, rush to the library of the Witchcraft Society, carefully read the records, and figure out everything that happened to Famit before his death. However, this idea cannot be realized because we, who should be rushing to Baghdad, are stuck in Tel Aviv due to the issue of the return of the first batch of orc slaves.
Because I was preoccupied with many things, I arranged to meet everyone at the port of Tel Aviv to explain the things in my dream and take care of the problems at hand.
"...So, you didn't get any important information from this dream?"
Narcissus frowned slightly, while the Beastmaster yelled, "What's going on? You keep dreaming about the Headless Knight and Famit. Are those two gay? Otherwise, why do they always appear together?"
"Well...Grandpa, Old Bai and I often appear together too. That doesn't mean we have any affair."
This answer made the Beastmaster glare. If anyone else had spoken to him in that tone, they might have been killed with a single blow. But coming from his "beloved grandson," the old man, though displeased, couldn't say anything.
There was no progress in the dream, and after finishing our explanations, everyone dispersed. Narcissus suggested I go back to sleep and see if I could dream of any new information. The Beastmaster hoped I would sleep with several women before going to sleep, so he could have a few great-grandchildren soon.
It's ridiculous that someone like me would encounter the pressure of starting a family; it's unbelievable. Originally, after finishing my explanations here, I wanted to go back to find something to do, but a touching scene caught my attention.
The orc slaves who were sailing from Tel Aviv were mostly the old, weak, and wounded. They were rushed here, and they were either sick or injured. If they were just thrown onto the ship like that, they would die before reaching their destination due to the turbulent seas, and they might even infect the people on board.
Therefore, before sending these orcs onto the ship, they needed to receive basic treatment, at least bandaging their wounds or giving each of them a packet of medicine. For this reason, a large number of tents were erected along the harbor, filled with hastily summoned medical personnel to treat the orc slaves. These medical personnel all had strange expressions; it was probably impossible for them not to be racist.
Among this group of medical personnel was a very special presence—a veritable snow-white angel, dressed in a simple white uniform, with a pair of fox ears twitching slightly on her head, and a sweet, innocent smile on her face, radiating vitality at first glance.
Following her glossy black hair downwards, the ill-fitting white nurse's uniform had its collar buttons popped open, revealing her large, full, snow-white mounds of flesh, creating a deep cleavage that could steal a man's soul. The tips of her breasts were faintly visible as slightly protruding buds, and further down her abdomen, her slender curves were clearly outlined before everyone, exuding a captivating blend of sexiness and voluptuousness.
Undeniably, Ah Xue, dressed in her nurse's uniform and helping out by the harbor, was the most beautiful sight in the tent area. I wasn't sure if this was good or bad, because the places she ran through certainly brought a surge of life; some critically ill patients suddenly sat up, even jumped up—more powerful than if they'd been given three injections of stimulants. But as soon as Ah Xue disappeared from sight, these critically ill patients, their noses gushing blood, collapsed as if they'd been stabbed seventeen or eighteen times, followed by screams and cries of agony.
Well, basically, it's not surprising. Even Fang Qingshu and I had nosebleeds back then, so it's understandable that these inexperienced orc slaves would react this way.
If I focused on this scene for too long, I might get into trouble too, so I shifted my gaze, drawn to another captivating sight.
It was a beautiful back view, with perfectly proportioned arms and a slender waist, radiating mature feminine charm with each gentle, unintentional sway; especially the full, rounded hips encased in a thin long skirt, exuding a wild, primal allure that stimulated the imagination, creating a sense of decadence within the elegance. This
unique, mature allure seemed less like a medical procedure and more like a provocation to every man present.
(Damn it, even wiggling her ass makes her look this slutty, she's a whore!)
Staring intently at Bai Mudan's sexy hip movements, I couldn't help but recall her beneath me, being fucked until she actively wiggled her ass, and my body immediately felt a surge of heat. This
beautiful mature woman reminded me of her precious daughter, Yu Hong. These past two days, Yu Hong's constant appearances and teasing made me wish I could return to my previous petrified state, so I wouldn't have to suffer this torment of unfulfilled desire.
"Master!"
A sweet call rang in my ear. I turned my head, and the beautiful fox woman's lips were pressed against mine.
Our lips met tightly, her cherry-like lips sweet and soft like jelly. A fresh, youthful scent wafted from behind her ears and her neck, an intoxicating fragrance. Her body trembled like a little bird in my arms. I deepened the kiss, our tongues boldly teasing each other, our fragrant saliva exchanging intensely in each other's mouths.
The moving kiss was the best comfort; all my fatigue from the past few days seemed to dissipate. When the kiss ended, Ah Xue looked at me with wide, happy eyes.
"Master... Ah Xue was right about you. Master is truly a great hero, the greatest hero in the world. My people were liberated because of you. Master... thank you."
Ah Xue's delicate voice was captivating, but all I could do was smile bitterly. I can't say I didn't contribute to the liberation of the orc slaves, but in the whole affair, I was just a small facilitator. When the time, place, and people were all in place, I gave it a little push, and it was done. If Ah Xue considers me a great hero for this, it truly makes me blush.
However, blushing as I may be, if I were to become timid and guilty, and dare not take advantage of the situation, then I would be even more brainless than Charlotte.
True to form, I brazenly placed my hand on Ah Xue's chest, ignoring the astonished gazes of those around me. I slipped my hand inside her clothes and began kneading her ample breasts, the soft, H-cup mounds bouncing and jiggling in my palm, gaining a heavy weight.
"Hey, don't think a verbal thank you is enough. Your master isn't so easily appeased. The due reward... oh, I'll definitely collect it another day."
Suddenly remembering that I'd been too busy lately and hadn't decided whether to ambush Bai Mudan again or do anything else, it would be better not to tell Ah Xue anything yet.
When Ah Xue heard my words, she lowered her head. I didn't know if she was feeling regretful or what, but she quickly composed herself, took my hand, and led me to the tent area to visit the orcs.
Perhaps because Ah Xue had promoted me beforehand, the orcs knew I was the great hero who saved them, and also knew I was the grandson of the Beastmaster. So my arrival sparked a hero's cheer. Ah Xue felt honored and clung tightly to my side, her face beaming with happiness.
I waved, accepting the cheers, and tried to find something in their faces—something I foresaw, but something Ah Xue couldn't see.
"Master, look, all these people are injured. This old man has whip marks all over his body, and that aunt has nails piercing her shoulders and is chained... How can they be treated like human beings? Are the lives of our orc brethren so despised?"
Ah Xue spoke earnestly, and a rare anger appeared in her expression. The miserable state of the hundreds of orcs on the scene was not as striking to me as the hint of anger between her brows.
"Don't be sad anymore. You've already rescued them. They don't have to live those miserable days anymore. Isn't that enough?"
"Master, you're the best." Ah Xue hooked her arm around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. "I hope these compatriots can live happily ever after."
"Well... I hope so."
Reality is never as beautiful as ideals. In the brief observation just now, I discovered a problem: these "saved" orc slaves had expressions of joy on their faces, but also a lot of confusion and helplessness. Obviously, after getting used to slavery, suddenly having to live a new life, and having to leave home and return to that completely unfamiliar "homeland," these things... not everyone can accept them calmly.
Because of these complex issues, even the cheers just now sounded so weak, lacking genuine joy and excitement.
As I stood at the harbor, watching the orcs board the ships one by one, a sudden, uneasy feeling arose within me, a sense of foreboding washing over me.
To confirm this feeling, I immediately summoned Bai Lan Xiong to ascertain the details, wanting to know how the vast majority of orc slaves, aside from the elderly, women, and children, would be dealt with.
"Ishtar promised to first gather the slaves in Baghdad, and once the matter is settled, they will arrange for a large number of ships to transport the orc slaves to the East Sea."
"Hmm, you can't just believe what they say, can you? Are there any countermeasures?"
I've looked at the map. Baghdad itself isn't a seaport, but there are outlets to the sea nearby. It's not impossible to go out to sea by boat, but if the Ishtar people go back on their word, refuse to provide ships, and instead launch a large-scale manhunt, then we'll have nowhere to go. Except for a few experts, the rest of the orcs will likely be wiped out in one fell swoop.
Bai Lan Xiong isn't stupid; he should have already seen this. However, this is Ishtar, not the Southern Barbarians. He may have thought of this, but I doubt he can actually do anything about it. Sure enough, my guess was right. Bai Lan Xiong shook his head, indicating that only the existence of the Beastmaster could suppress Ishtar's ill intentions.
"If the Venerable One and the Headless Knight are both severely injured after the great battle, it will be very bad for our side. Therefore, the Venerable One should also preserve his strength and energy so that after eliminating the Headless Knight, he will still have enough strength to deal with the Ishtar people."
"Hmm, Lao Bai, I think Li Huamei must agree with what you just said. This is going to be very interesting. The two generals have already reached a consensus to conserve their strength before the battle even starts. When the battle begins, I really have to be very careful."
I sighed as I spoke. But sighing as I was, I couldn't blame Bai Lanxiong for anything. The various factions have different interests and conflicts. It's impossible for them to genuinely join forces. All I can do now is try to find a way to eliminate the Headless Knights without relying on them.
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Busy work requires proper rest to relieve stress. My rest is women, but the women around me not only haven't relieved my stress, but have actually given me a huge headache.
Yes, the crux of the problem is Yu Hong.
I don't know where Yu Hong got so many new clothes. Ever since the seduction tactics started, she's been dressing sexily and constantly in front of me, making me incredibly stressed and my heart pound.
When I was at Bai Lanxiong's, discussing our grand plan, Yu Hong appeared silently from the doorway, wearing a skirt with slits on both sides that was incredibly sexy, leaving Bai Lanxiong and me speechless.
I kept staring at Yu Hong; her low-cut, tight-fitting top revealed her curvaceous figure, arousing my fantasies. I thought about her pretty face and her alluring legs.
The stockings beneath her skirt were incredibly powerful; every step she took was breathtaking. My gaze lingered on the girl's long, alluring legs, just as I saw her sit down on the large bed, her short skirt riding up a bit.
That posture—legs crossed in stockings—was both elegant and slightly wanton, making me dizzy. Her beautiful legs were smooth and elastic, the seam between her stockings and thighs making my heart race. Her raised legs swayed like a bewitching pendulum, and I vaguely thought I saw a glint of light beneath her thighs.
"Ugh!"
Bai Lanxiong and I almost panted like vicious dogs, both of us in a state of arousal, our minds filled with thoughts of what color underwear Yu Hong was wearing, and what it would be like down there if we could pull down her stockings.
"What are you two talking about? Can I hear you?"
Yu Hong said, sitting closer to us. Suddenly, she seemed to lose her balance and fell onto me, her stockinged thigh touching me. I knew she was teasing me again. This was a clever move; even through the pants, I could clearly feel the urge that made my nose bleed.
Now, I was already burning with desire, and now the girl's stockinged buttocks were pressing against my penis, making me want to do something. But Bai Lanxiong was right there. I was extremely excited, but also incredibly embarrassed.
Yu Hong sat on my lap, rubbing against me. At first glance, it seemed like she was joking; but with her beautiful legs pressing against me, I couldn't move, and I had to suppress the urge to reach out and touch her stockings—this wasn't fun at all.
Understanding my embarrassment, Yu Hong didn't miss any opportunity to tease me. She turned to the side, lifting the left slit of her narrow skirt, revealing a small, red, sheer thong. I'm not sure if it was just my imagination, but I think I could even see that the thong was damp, with water stains.
If I didn't react at all to such teasing and provocation, I'd be a fool. I aimed carefully and reached out to hug Yu Hong tightly, but I forgot something crucial: Yu Hong's martial arts skills far surpassed mine, and her agility was also far superior. The moment my hand moved, she sensed it, leaped up, and disappeared from my sight in an instant, leaving me regretting my actions in the distance.
"Brother, that girl of yours is really hot and fierce," Bai Lanxiong almost burst out laughing when he saw Yu Hong leave.
"Yeah, it's all your doing. If it weren't for your help back then, we wouldn't be in this mess now." I imagine my expression wasn't much better.
Back in the Southern Barbarian lands, if it weren't for Bai Lanxiong's "righteous help," his subtle and overt provocations, Yu Hong and I wouldn't be where we are today. It's truly all thanks to him.
"Hey, I told you to catch ghosts, not to get caught by them. Does being a matchmaker mean you have to guarantee a son? You've been made so pathetic by a woman; I'm ashamed for you."
Bai Lanxiong's valuable words were a wake-up call. I realized a crucial question: why should I silently endure this? I've been training Yu Hong, manipulating her as I please; it's my prerogative to mold her however I want. Who gave her the right to act superior in front of me?
(Hehehe, I almost forgot my advantage, and there's still a powerful tool I haven't used yet. Hey, thinking about it the other way around, she's actively seducing me, isn't this what I've always wanted to train her to do but haven't been able to?)
The more I think about it, the more smug I become. The current situation reminds me of a famous saying from the magical world: when you are peering into the darkness, the darkness is also peering into you!
Yu Hong is currently going to great lengths to arouse my desire using various methods. At the same time, she herself is also exposed to intense lust. If she's not controlled properly, her carnal desires could flare up at any moment, and things could get serious. She might even become a fanatic. On this dangerous edge, there should be some things that I can use and guide, right?
"What are you thinking about? Why do you look so cunning as you smile?"
"None of your business, mind your own business."
I abandoned the troublesome Bai Lan Xiong and hurriedly headed back to find Yu Ni to do some preparatory work. On the way, I ran into Narcissus, who walked alongside me and asked me about the details of the dream perception. I immediately frowned.
"Your progress is too slow. I'll help you next time, and you should be able to read more."
"Hey, what kind of nonsense suggestion is that? This kind of thought wave communication is a direct connection between souls, which is extremely dangerous. If another thought wave comes, it's no different from lighting a fuse. I wouldn't dare to play around with that."
"You're too narrow-minded. Ishtar's hundreds of years of research have yielded many mysterious and unknown techniques. Trust me, I can help you stabilize your brainwaves, make your dreams clearer, and extend their duration. Don't forget, we don't have much time left..."
Narcissa spoke with great confidence, and I had to believe her. After all, Ishtar was her territory, and she was the only one who knew these kinds of magic best. However, my continued close cooperation with Narcissus gave me a peculiar feeling. I secretly thought that if it weren't for our vastly different backgrounds and opposing stances, she might actually be a friend.
(Hmm, I'm really overthinking things. Treating even a witch as a friend—what if she turns on me one day? I might lose my head.)
This thought made my expression strange, which Narcissus noticed. She suddenly blurted out, "Does being born in Ishtar automatically make you a witch? Isn't that too stereotypical?"
"Uh, what else? Do you expect me to believe that Ishtar can also give birth to a saint?"
As I spoke, I reached out and touched Narcissus's waist, gently caressing her smooth, honey-smooth skin beneath the thin fabric. I felt the amazing elasticity of her slender waist, and my mind wandered, imagining how alluring and seductive it would be when that waist swayed.
Narcissus didn't reject my advances, but simply smiled charmingly and said, "Admiral, you're quite bold. Knowing I'm a transvestite, you're still interested in me?"
"Haha, everyone makes mistakes. Everyone has their own talents. I can't mess with transvestites, but touching her waist is fine, right?"
I chuckled, my hand remaining on her waist, my eyes fixed on Narcissus's face, which was filled with a wicked beauty, my mind racing.
In my memory, Narcissa didn't seem to come from a noble family. Although she was an apprentice of Alan Faustan, the president of the Wizarding Society, I had absolutely no recollection of her parents' names. While
Ishtar had many orc slaves, it also had its share of human slaves. Children born from slavery were slaves from birth. It was said that Ishtar's wizards would select exceptionally talented children to become their assistants or disciples when these children turned one year old. If chosen, it was a meteoric rise, a new beginning, and a complete change in one's life.
Based on my observations of Narcissa, she was likely born into such an environment, and only through a chance encounter with Alan Faustan did she achieve her later success and current status. If that's the case, her achievements in Ishtar are indeed remarkable.
"Do you... know what your parents' names are?"
The question slipped out, simply because I couldn't help asking, but Narcissa's instantly frosty expression made me realize that this question had touched a sensitive area, but it also made me even more curious. I wondered what kind of parents could give birth to such a child.

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