[Fantasy] The Slave's Chronicle of Eden (Complete) - 17

Chapter 18

Yesterday, when I deflowered her, the woman was very proactive, licking and sucking my penis, posing between the sheets, and cleaning up afterwards—she was very considerate.

This time was no different; as soon as she came out, she knelt respectfully before me, bowing her head in greeting, and then sat quietly, waiting for my favor.

As for the Duke's woman, she was a real little firecracker, very much like Lin. However, I didn't have the patience and tenderness I had for Lin; after a few spanks, she obediently became my pleasure. This time, after coming out, she immediately hid behind the Queen, watching me tremblingly.

"Suyan, come here,"

I beckoned to the Queen.

"Yes,"

the woman replied gently, moving to my side and offering her body.

"Pervert! Lecher!"

Without support, the little girl quickly retreated a few steps, shouting.

"Xingtong, don't be rude to your master,"

Suyan said, leaning against me, turning back to glare.

"Hmph, why is my cousin so obedient to this pervert? You should have married a prince!"

the little girl protested. Like all the royal princes and nobles in stories, these dukes, earls, and marquises were all related by blood, their generations a complete mess. These two women were also related.

"We still serve people, don't we?"

The woman shook her head with a wry smile, then looked up at me obediently. "Since you've submitted to my master, you should naturally remain faithful. My master is my husband, and serving him is my duty."

"Did you hear that? Learn from him,"

I said smugly to the little girl.

"I don't want to,"

the little girl shook her head. "He's a bad guy, I hate him to death."

What a poor vocabulary! I was completely unmoved by the little girl's complaints; I only invited her out to add some atmosphere. Having two sisters, one big and one small, together would certainly create some atmosphere.

"Su Yan, I'm feeling restless. I'm counting on you,"

I ordered the woman directly.

"Yes, sir."

The woman nodded obediently, then lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth, gently sucking on it.

"Cousin! No!"

The little girl tried to stop her, but dared not approach me, shouting from a distance.

The woman ignored the little girl's cries, earnestly sucking on my penis. A woman trained in royal sexual arts, her oral skills were no less than a bee's; her movements were gentle, her caresses meticulous, making me feel incredibly satisfied.

"Come on up yourself."

After a while of kissing and sucking, I felt the urge to penetrate her, so I patted the woman's head and said to her.

"Mmm."

The woman responded softly, spitting out my penis, which was covered in fragrant saliva, standing up, spreading her legs, grasping my penis, opening her vagina, and slowly sitting down.

The hot, gentle touch spread from the head of my penis all the way through my body, until I was completely enveloped by the woman's vagina, that tender vagina as gentle and comforting as a young girl's personality. As my penis entered, her vaginal walls opened, accommodating me before slowly closing again, enveloping it—a sensation of blissful pleasure.

Once fully inside, the woman began to move on top of me, her movements gentle and slow, like a graceful dance, softly caressing my penis, allowing me to slowly savor the feeling of her embrace and heat.

I let out a long sigh, completely immersed in this tender lovemaking, experiencing the incomparably wonderful pleasure. It seemed all distractions had vanished, and I was simply immersed in a warm spring.

After what appeared to be some time, I heard heavy breathing. Opening my eyes, I saw that the woman was drenched in sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead, beads of perspiration covering her cheeks. Her expression was one of torment, yet she gritted her teeth and continued to slowly thrust.

This appearance was clearly not a sign of impending climax, but rather one of exhaustion. I didn't know what the royal family's sexual philosophy was, only that women were taught not to climax before their men. The gentle woman, without my command, wouldn't change her position, silently displaying her youthful body. However, this woman-initiated position was extremely demanding on a woman's stamina; a flower raised in a greenhouse naturally lacked such stamina, and she was already exhausted.

"Tired?"

I asked, actually holding her.

"I'm not tired, my lord, just lie down,"

the woman serving me shook her head, a weary smile on her face.

For such a considerate woman, even if I considered her a plaything, I cherished her greatly. Holding her, I said, "Let me take over now."

"Yes, my lord,"

the woman immediately replied, obediently leaning against me, clearly exhausted.

Holding the woman, I didn't move immediately, but gently stroked her fair body, searching for where the little girl had gone.

Upon searching, I was immediately devastated. The little firecracker had actually run to the countess's side, playing with her with a vibrator alongside the two little devils, and judging from her expression, she seemed quite excited. Damn, she's practically a combination of Sunny and Lin.

"Interesting?"

I picked up Su Yan and walked behind the little girl, asking.

"Ah!"

The little girl, who was intently using a vibrator to stimulate the countess's anus, was startled by the sound behind her and immediately shoved the vibrator into the countess's body until it disappeared completely. The stimulation caused the countess to tremble and reach another orgasm while unconscious.

"Wh...what are you doing...pervert."

Like a child who had done something wrong, the little girl stood trembling with her hands behind her back, looking at me defiantly.

"What am I doing? Can I do you or not!"

I chuckled.

"Pervert! Don't you have your cousin Su Yan with you? And so many other women, why did you come to me!"

the little girl shouted.

"I am a pervert."

I laughed loudly.

"Pervert, scoundrel!"

The little girl was once again thwarted by my shamelessness, taking a few steps back and shouting.

"You two grab her, I'm going to teach this naughty child a lesson,"

I ordered the two little devils.

Upon receiving my order, the two little devils immediately released the Countess and pounced on the little girl, pinning her to the ground.

"Ah! Let me go! Pervert! Lecher! Lustful devil! Villain! Waaah! Cousin Su Yan, help me!"

the little girl cried out frantically on the ground.

"My lord, please don't make things difficult for her,"

Su Yan whispered in my ear upon hearing the little girl's cries for help.

"I know. You should worry about yourself,"

I chuckled, thumping my penis a few times.

"Oh... my lord... you always like to bully people,"

the woman said shyly in my arms.

"That's because you have a nature that makes you vulnerable to being bullied,"

I said affectionately, though I already had a plan in mind. Su Yan should get along well with Mimi, and the two of them together shouldn't be lonely anymore.

"Please have mercy on Su Yan, sir."

The woman leaned against me tenderly, her voice gentle.

"Su Yan is so obedient, of course I'll have mercy on her. But I won't have mercy on your body."

I said with a lewd grin.

"Yes..."

The woman took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage, and said softly, "Su Yan's body is at your disposal."

"Hey! Why did you grab me, you pervert!"

the little girl cried out from the ground.

"What for? Let me show you how to serve a man, so you can learn. I'll do you later."

I put Su Yan on the bed and turned to the little girl.

"Ah! No... it hurts! You pervert! You big hooligan! You big lecher!"

The little girl seemed to think that adding the word "big" made it more offensive, and she emphasized it.

Ignoring the little girl's cries, I spread Su Yan's legs and began to enter and exit her warm, wonderful orifice. A large amount of fluid was drawn out with each thrust, soaking our joined bodies.

The pubic mound, covered in downy hair, was exceptionally vibrant and beautiful, like a delicate flower blooming beneath my penis.

The inside of her vagina was like a paradise, giving me unparalleled pleasure; the fullness of the fluid, the gentle squeezing, the warm soaking sensation—all brought me physical and mental comfort.

But after holding back for so long, I wanted to ejaculate too. Without further restraint, I grabbed the woman's pert buttocks and began to thrust wildly.

"Ah…Master…it's too strong…Suyan can't take it…mmm! Ah…Master…Suyan…feels…like…she's going to…go flying! Master…Suyan is so…ah…so lewd now! Master…will…will you hate Suyan? Ugh…"

The girl cried out in alarm as she endured my thrusts.

"Master likes it! Suyan, scream louder! There's nothing to worry about between us on the bed. The more you scream, the more Master likes it,"

I said roughly.

"Ah...so beautiful...Master, you're so amazing...My heart is being pierced by you...ah...you've reached the depths...it hurts...it's beautiful...Master...I'm going crazy...I'm being pierced to death by you..."

The woman suddenly raised her voice several octaves, crying out in a sweet voice.

"It's not piercing, it's fucking! It's fucking! I'm fucking you, fucking you!"

With the woman's moans as a boost, I thrust even more wildly.

"So shameful, ah...I dare not...Master...please don't make things difficult for...I dare not!"

The woman's pretty face flushed red, and she said shamefully.

She was uninhibited in her actions on the bed, but dared not utter lewd words. I guess this was a strange kind of restraint among women in ancient times.

I no longer made things difficult for her, and focused all my attention on the pleasure of thrusting into that tender hole, because I already had the desire to ejaculate.

"Ugh... Master... It's almost here... Come inside Su Yan's body..."

For some reason, the woman seemed acutely aware of my desire to ejaculate, her limbs instantly wrapping tightly around my body. "Su Yan wants to have a child for you, many, many children... Master, let Su Yan bear your children." I

was torn about this. What if I really had a child? If it was a boy, he definitely wouldn't be well-liked, and I wouldn't like him either. If it was a girl, according to the rules of H novels, I would definitely keep her myself, not let someone else have her. But I would never have such a beastly thought, would I let someone else have her? Ah... so conflicted!

So conflicted!

Wait, I don't think I've ever heard of any player in "Eden" having their own child. Damn it, what am I conflicted about!

Just as I was lost in thought, the woman's vaginal walls began to contract violently, and her cavity became burning hot.

My desire for orgasm also surged wave after wave, and finally, at the same time, the woman and I cried out and reached orgasm simultaneously.

Thick semen and intense vaginal fluid clashed together, filling Su Yan's exquisite orifice. The woman's limbs, exhausted, slumped onto the bed. As soon as

the penis was withdrawn from Su Yan's exquisite orifice, white, glistening fluid gushed out from the opening. At this moment, the woman, despite her exhaustion, rose to lick my penis clean.

"My lord, the first caravan has returned."

Just as I was pondering how to deal with that arrogant little girl, a black figure suddenly appeared behind me, kneeling on the ground and speaking to me.

The newcomer was a female assassin, one of my direct subordinates. The woman had a pure and lovely baby face, her slightly chubby cheeks pink. Her entire body was wrapped in a black bodysuit, her full breasts visible beneath the tight fabric, her two erect nipples protruding. The tight clothing between her legs clearly outlined her cleavage, just like all women in the Garden of Eden, still so alluring and seductive. In short, there's only one word to describe this woman—a youthful face and huge breasts!

"Back so soon?"

I remember the caravan set off yesterday and returned today. I checked the mission details: Slaves: 23/10,000, Money: 4,880/1,000,000.

"Damn it. That's all?"

I cursed.

Damn it, even if I went once a day, this mission would take at least a year to complete. Whether I finished the mission or not didn't matter, and I didn't care about the experience points. But now everyone's impression of me was that I could handle all missions with ease, and even the most difficult and tricky ones could be solved with alternative methods. If I couldn't even handle this self-inflicted mission, then I would

have let down the expectations of the masses.

"Let's go! Let's go take a look."

I waved my hand.

There was a portal between the temple and the empire. Passing through the portal, I immediately arrived in the city center. Because of my sense of responsibility for the mission, I responsibly avoided bothering the shop maids, the innkeepers, the courtesans, or the duke's wife, and went straight to the market area.

The bustling market was much like any other fair, with dozens of carriages thronging the entrance to the city gate.

I roughly counted; the trade caravan had gone with over fifty carriages, but only thirty-odd had returned.

The carriages were laden with miscellaneous goods; some carried cages holding elderly, weak, and disabled slaves with green skin, looking like orcs. Other carriages carried various ores and furs.

"Hey you, get here!"

I was furious. Fifty carriages full of grain had gone, and I'd only gotten this little bit back. Back in the day, Chinese merchants could trade socks for Russian cannons and airplanes!

"..."

I waited for a long time without a response. I started to get impatient, then racked my brains, then flipped through my mission notes, and then… "Yuanlan, come out!"

"My lord, what are your orders?"

The priestess, Jian, who was also my personal secretary, immediately appeared beside me.

"What was the name of the caravan leader again?"

"Yao Ming."

"I know, you can go back now,"

I waved. I knew it, it should be an easy name to remember. "Yao Ming, get the hell over here."

Wait, why didn't I think of this person's unlucky name before? He'd rather die than make money. No wonder we lost money. I'll have to change his name later.

"Sir."

A short, stout man immediately ran over. His appearance was definitely not compatible with his idol, who shared the same surname.

"Damn it. You look like an Indian. Did you get robbed?"

The short, stout man had thick bandages wrapped around his head, with traces of blood seeping out. His face was bruised and swollen, and his hands were also wrapped in bandages. He looked so disheveled that it was heartbreaking to see.

"That's too brutal, sir!"

the short, fat man cried out. "When we went there, it was alright; the bishop's tribe's guards protected us. But once we got there, we were immediately besieged by those savages from the Southern Frontier. And they're relying on their bare hands? How can that possibly be enjoyable? [Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, experience a more realistic feeling... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter]

" "Besieged? That's not right! The caravan was protected; the Southern Frontier people would never attack a caravan,"

I stared at the short, fat man. "Did you embezzle my money and people, and then get yourself all injured?"

"Sir, I absolutely wouldn't dare!"

The short, fat man immediately collapsed to the ground, wailing, "Our caravan arrived at the market over there, and before we could even start selling, we were surrounded by the locals. They didn't even ask the price; they just grabbed whatever food they saw and threw handfuls of stones at us. Those were all rough diamonds, agate, jade, and fine iron! If it weren't for my thick skin, I would have lost my life there." "

...Thank you for your hard work,"

I said, deeply understanding the situation. Damn it, they didn't actually rob us, but it was definitely more brutal than robbery. It seems the system has given me another challenge; it won't let me complete the task so easily.

"Wait, where are the rough gems? Why is it just this cart of junk?"

I suddenly asked. Those carts of junk only vaguely resembled copper and iron ores; there were no gem mines at all.

"They've all been taken away."

The short, fat man was even more miserable than if he'd been hit with diamonds. "On the way back, I passed through tribal territories and was taxed all the way. Every tribe I passed through had to pay import/export tax, trade income tax, tribal construction tax, as well as tolls, sewage fees, road maintenance fees, tribal public facility maintenance fees, education funds, education surcharges, local education fees, local education surcharges, additional local education fees, tribal construction funds, pension insurance, and unemployment benefits. Even my horses were fined for endangering public transportation safety because one of their eyes was hit by a stone."

"..."

Damn it! You stupid demon general, could you be any more corrupt? Your area is full of nomadic tribes; there are at least 80 to 100 tribes you pass through on your way from the southern border to the empire. How dare you tax me like this?

Sigh! It's all my fault for saying: "You get to decide how to collect taxes." It seems this demon general has grasped my meaning perfectly.

"Alright, go settle things down first. Gather everyone who's still alive in half an hour. I'm having a meeting!"

I was furious, so I was going to give the system a good fight. Damn it, just because the Flame Demon King isn't showing his power doesn't mean he's a stupid demon king!

"Why are there so few people?"

Half an hour later, about ten people had gathered in the merchant guild's hall. I asked the short, fat man.

"We originally had over forty good brothers. More than ten were killed in the Southern Frontier, and nine were crippled. Seven brothers were taken as male concubines by the tribe's female chieftain, and five brothers are still being held in the tribe's custody for riding horses while drunk."

The short, fat man had been wearing a mournful face ever since he returned.

My gaze swept over the refugees and beggar-like merchants, and everyone returned my determined look, which moved me deeply. Even when I finally looked at the short, fat man, he had a look of determination on his face, as if he were ready to sacrifice himself to blow up the bunker at any moment.

"Brothers! You've worked hard!"

I said, my eyes filled with tears, my voice choked with emotion. Physically disabled but not mentally disabled—that's what makes a good revolutionary soldier!

"It's not hard! For the bishop! For the cause of the church! For the millions of people in southern Xinjiang who are starving and cold. We are willing to give everything!"

several businessmen immediately declared loudly.

I had a strange feeling, like I was facing guerrillas behind enemy lines back then. Their brainwashing was incredibly effective.

"Yes! It's not hard!"

I nodded. "We are a group of businessmen, a group of refined and cultured businessmen. Each of us here is worth hundreds of millions, but we don't value money. We embarked on this path without hesitation, carrying the mission of the common prosperity of all mankind." A sob

gradually rose from below.

"But what did we get this time?"

I slammed my fist on the table and roared, "Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Our brothers, who were inseparable just yesterday, are now forever stranded in that wasteland! All the money we spent was exchanged for a few dying monsters and some broken rocks and stinking hides. Our blood and sweat flowed into the pockets of those greedy tribes. Are we willing to accept this?"

"No!"

"Brother! My good brother!"

"Ugh! Big Pillar! I shouldn't have brought you on this trip! That woman weighs 300 pounds!"

"My jade ring!"

A wave of distress swept through the room.

I waited quietly for them to finish venting their pain, then murmured, "We've given so much, yet received nothing in return. We're not reconciled!"

"But!"

I added, "I know! His Holiness the Bishop knows! God knows! All the people of the Empire know! They know everything you've done, they know your sacrifices, they know what you've done for!"

"Long live His Holiness the Bishop!"

"May God forgive my cowardice!"

"Mommy, Mommy Red!"

"Harrishia..."

The merchants began to pray earnestly again.

"Therefore, we must endure hardship and toil without complaint, persevere through difficulties and exhaustion, and carry this great cause through to the end."

I clenched my fist and said sharply, "However, everything requires method and approach. We can't just blindly toil; that might be counterproductive and fail to achieve the desired results."

"My lord, what are you saying?"

The merchants below were bewildered by my abrupt speech, looking up blankly.

"I ask you, what do you have?"

I asked deeply.

"What do you have?"

"What do you have?"

"I have a dick."

"I have a dick too."

"...I don't."

"I have two, want one?"

"Sure! Sure!"

"We have money!"

I slammed my hand on the table.

"Oh, oh, oh! Sir, are you trying to raise funds?"

"Fundraising my ass!"

I snapped, "Don't you know money makes the world go round? Since they love to plunder our wealth, let them know what's truly terrifying about money."

"..."

Silence fell. Sigh! The system-designated merchant NPC clearly hadn't experienced the trials and tribulations of real life and didn't know the true power of money.

"First, we need to reform our means of production,"

I said earnestly.

"Sir, what are means of production?"

"What do you use for business?"

"Business? Isn't it all rice?"

"Idiot! You use carts. Rice is the commodity; you use carts to transport the rice. Carts are the means of production,"

I said, exasperated. "Therefore, we need to reform our means of production. Only means of production that conform to the development of this era can adapt to the changes of this time and survive and thrive in this world."

"Sir, how should we reform them?"

"First, we can't use the old handcarts anymore; we must change them all to box carts. The entire cart must be forged from refined iron, ensuring that level four magic cannot penetrate the cart body. Then, everyone must complete all transactions inside the cart when they arrive in Southern Xinjiang."

Damn it, how are you going to rob us then?

"But sir, a cart made of refined iron weighs at least 9,000 jin (4,500 kg), ordinary horses simply can't pull it. And it won't be able to carry that much grain,"

the merchant said, troubled.

"So, the engines—no, the pack animals—need to be replaced too. Replace them all with chimeras. I'll write a note to the bishop later."

Damn it, if you dare issue me another ticket for riding a horse while drunk, you'd better pull me off that "horse" first, and I'll spray you with alcohol.

"Hiss..."

Everyone gasped. That was a Sky Knight captain's mount; one of those could wipe out a small tribe of 300 people.

"It's okay if we don't carry enough grain. What does 'scarcity makes things valuable' mean? What does 'rare goods are worth hoarding' mean? What does 'you only know what you've got when you lose it' mean? That's exactly what our grain is like."

I declared. "Those refugees in the Southern Frontier, giving them 100 dan of rice is one thing, giving them 80 dan is another. It's just a matter of how much they eat. We don't need to feed them to satiety."

"Is that so?"

The people below whispered among themselves.

"Moreover, because there's less grain this time, the transportation costs are higher, so we're raising prices. What used to sell for 100 gold per dan (a unit of weight), now it'll be 200 gold."

"Sir, even in the Empire, grain costs 500 gold per dan,"

a merchant whispered.

"Get out of here!"

I hate it when people interrupt me.

"Sir! I've paid taxes for the Empire, I've shed blood for the Church, my youngest son is still in the hands of the tribe, sir! I'm not reconciled! Sir! Give me another chance! Sir!"

a merchant shouted as he was dragged out.

"So, this time, anyone who doesn't get a price I'm satisfied with will have to pay out of their own pocket!"

"Hoo hoo hoo! Did you hear that? This time, go over there and raise the price to the bone! We have carts and horses, what are we afraid of? If anything happens, sir will take responsibility for us."

the short, fat man clamored.

"Awooo!"

the merchants cheered excitedly. ...It seems I never said I'd carry your loads. "Never mind that for now.

" "Also, we can buy gemstones, but we don't want any of that junk iron ore. Whoever buys iron ore, you'd better swallow it yourself."

"Sir, fine iron ore and black iron ore can fetch a high price in the Empire,"

the short, fat man whispered.

"Damn it! Then why don't you sell all the ore we brought back this time!"

I roared.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The short, fat man nodded hurriedly, afraid of being kicked out too.

Looking at the task bar, the money had increased by more than 80,000. Damn it, thank goodness this happened, otherwise I would have been tricked by the system again.

"In addition, we only want young, strong, and beautiful slaves. Look at what kind of trash you brought back this time, all old, weak, sick, and disabled. Do you want to bring them back to live out their lives?"

I said with exasperation. "This time, each of you must bring back 50 young and strong male slaves and top-quality female slaves. If you are short even one, use your family members or servants to fill the gap."

"Sir, although the trade in the Southern Frontier can be guaranteed, what about the tribes on the way back..." the short

, fat man said with difficulty.

"Prepare 100,000 gold coins first. I'll have someone deliver it to the High Shaman to get you a tax-free pass."

Damn it, he can't even do this simple thing. What kind of merchant is he?

"But what about the tolls and tuition fees?"

I rubbed my forehead, thinking about whether there were similar plots in those light novels. Finally, I made a decision: "Contact the chiefs of several large tribes. If they are willing to cooperate with us, we will open markets near their tribal territories and sell them the Empire's wine, silk, spices, and some of the gemstones, furs, ores, and slaves that we have bought back. But the premise is that our caravan must be guaranteed to be free from any obstruction!"

"My lord! Brilliant!"

The short, fat man immediately regarded me as a god and worshipped me.

Brilliant my foot. I feel like I'm becoming more and more like an idiotic politician. I waved my hand to drive away the group of merchants.

"My lord, someone has broken into the temple."

Just after dealing with this mess, that child-faced, big-breasted assassin appeared behind me again and said.

"Who is it?"

I asked.

"They're a group of humans just like you."

"Holy crap, a group of people as handsome as me? Is there any justice in this world?"

I exclaimed in shock.

"..."

"Wait, you mean a group of players ran into my house?"

I realized.

"Yes, sir."

"Damn it, what are you doing here? Kill them!"

I said urgently.

"The temple belongs to your territory, sir, and you are responsible for protecting it. We are merely assisting you."

The girl with the childlike face and large breasts said rigidly.

"Then assist me in killing them!"

What kind of logic is this NPC?

"Sorry, attacking players is not within the scope of assistance." "

...What aspects are included in the scope of assistance?"

"Assistance is assistance."

"..."

People with quirky personalities are really hard to communicate with. I rubbed my temples.

Forget it, I probably can't count on NPCs. I waved my hand and said, "They've come all the way to my house to fight monsters. Let's go! Let's tease them!"

"Yuanlan, where are those people now?"

Back in the office, I summoned my secretary and asked.

"Please look, my lord."

With a wave of her hand, Yuan Lan's office instantly moved. The bed, coffee table, and desk all disappeared into the floor, the curtains around the room closed automatically, and a huge square table emerged from the center of the room, displaying a clear 3D image of a temple.

"Damn! How come I didn't know my office had this function?"

I exclaimed in surprise, suddenly finding myself in a command center.

"These are some minor modifications I made while you were resting, my lord,"

Yuan Lan said solemnly.

"When do you rest? When?"

I remember these past few days, aside from a little sex to relieve some fatigue, I've spent the rest of my time focusing on two tasks. It seems like I haven't had a break at all. How dedicated I am! (In other words, aside from assigning two tasks, the rest of the time was spent on sex.

"Just after the adult yelled 'Roar! I shot!'

" The woman mimicked perfectly, saying, "Thank you, from now on, just say it's when I'm resting." I shook my head and looked back at the projection.

Sure enough, there were five small red dots, hovering in the first-floor area of the temple.

"Can you see their images?"

I asked, looking at the projection.

"Yes!"

The woman nodded. "Lock onto the target, number them, activate the surveillance system, and track the target in real time."

Under the woman's series of commands, the five dots on the projection were numbered 1 to 5, and then 10 images appeared around the projection, showing the silhouettes of the five people.

"When was the surveillance system installed?"

I asked, looking at the five people in the images.

"When the adult was resting,"

the woman said succinctly.

"Thank you! Please remove the surveillance system in my room."

I nodded.

"Yes,"

the woman nodded.

"Can we hear what they're saying?"

I asked again.

"Activate the audio transmission system."

"Remove the audio transmission system in my room as well."

"Yes!"

"Tear down all the mess in my room!"

I roared, turning around.

"...Yes."

The woman hesitated slightly, then nodded, "However, for the adults' safety, I suggest keeping the thermal imaging system and soul sensing system."

"Tear them down!"

"Yes."

Damn it, I'm not Edison Chen, I don't have a hobby of taking photos!

Looking at the five people in the picture, they had clear division of labor and worked together seamlessly, like a special forces unit like the Flying Tigers in a movie.

The leader, Named Undying, was pale, wearing a gorgeous suit and a tattered cloak. But don't underestimate this seemingly defenseless outfit. That idiot Fang was wearing the same thing, but ordinary magic attacks couldn't do much damage to him. His physical defense was mediocre, but he could rely on his strong health to keep a level 60 boss at bay for 10 minutes. If he were paired with one or two defensive pets... The level 70 boss could be easily taken down by himself.

The one who was a body length behind but didn't die was a Demon, the class I once aspired to be. After changing to Demon, the player's physique changed slightly; he became strong and powerful, his skin darkened, his pupils turned yellow, and two protrusions appeared on his forehead, the beginnings of horns. He wore a half-body armor set, with his arms and waist exposed, like a glass-wearing vest. His weapon was a halberd, a very uncommon weapon among players.

The third person was a Berserker, a typical muscular man with a rugged build. He wielded two giant hammers and wore half-body armor, plate armor trousers, and boots.

The fourth person was an Ice Mage, his entire being gloomy and shrouded in an aura of... Covered in frost and mist, they looked like a lich king.

In short, the attire of these four immediately labeled them "bad guys." The appearance of the fifth person further solidified this.

The fifth was a female player, dressed only in coarse cloth, the most basic equipment from the newbie village. The woman was reasonably attractive, but her spirit was low, her eyes filled with helplessness and confusion. Her hands were bound by a rope, led by an ice mage. "

Traitorous scum who keep female players as pets," I thought coldly, flipping through the hastily given information and finding photos of these four.

A team called "The World Is Mighty," just hearing the name... They're pretty silly. The average level is 68, and the captain is a level 74 ice mage. While their team name is a bit arrogant, aside from the taverns in the main city where a few melee characters like to cause a ruckus and attract attention, they're extremely low-key and cautious in the open world, never choosing popular dungeons and instead opting for off-the-beaten-path locations. Although keeping female players as pets is shameful, nobody in *Eden* intends to be a savior or meddle in other people's business. Therefore, although the team members level up slowly, they live a very comfortable life, with complete pets and equipment, and their growth is very steady. You could say they're a team with potential.

"Dragon Head, do you think there's really treasure in this place?"

Berserker asked Ice Mage.

"I don't know. This building wasn't there when we left a few days ago,"

Ice Mage pondered.

"At least we can be sure that no players have been here yet, so the chances of finding treasure are high,"

Demon thought.

"But that doesn't seem to fit our style,"

Undead said, staring ahead. "Didn't you say we should try not to do anything conspicuous?"

"There's no other way. The Death Festival is about to begin, followed by a war conscription order. If we can't acquire a few powerful enough magical battle pets before then, we'll be facing enemies from the other two realms and another world,"

Ice Mage frowned.

The mage's words surprised me slightly. Could it be that only magical attacks are effective against enemies from the other two realms and another world? Damn it, are those guys all invincible, only afraid of poison, alcohol, and binding?

"Dragon Head, is the information you received accurate?"

Berserker asked in astonishment.

"The information came from players who participated in these two events before. The individual strength of players from the other two realms is definitely a notch above our Demon Realm. The biggest difference lies in the various restrictive skills of the Immortal Realm and the powerful ranged firepower of the Martial Realm. Once you encounter them, you can't even get close,"

the Ice Mage said. "The only thing that can close the distance between us is the auxiliary skills of some magical pets and large-scale magical attack skills."

It seems that even snakes have their own paths, and rats have their own ways. These unpopular teams still have their own channels of information. I really envy ancient battles, where a simple "a scout has reported" saved so much effort in spying and intelligence gathering. Unlike battles now, where war is all about intelligence, reconnaissance, reconnaissance, and more reconnaissance. If a real battle breaks out, it might be over in one night.

"There's a saying circulating in the Three Realms: Immortal Realm is dangerous, Martial Realm is poor, and Demon Realm is rotten. It perfectly describes the strength of our Demon Realm,"

the Mage said with a wry smile.

"What about the enemy from the other world?"

As the tank of the team, Undying was naturally most concerned about what kind of attacks the enemy would have.

Ice Mage shook his head and said, "They just left one sentence: good luck."

"Damn it!"

Undying couldn't help but curse inwardly, beginning to worry about his future. Demon and Berserker also looked troubled. Even the most powerful enemy was at least known how to deal with, but this kind of unknown enemy was the most terrifying.

"Alright. Enough nonsense. There are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls. Now is not the time to worry about this. Hurry up and scout ahead. If we find any magical pets this time, they are all yours."

Ice Mage urged, knowing that letting the team fall into pessimism before the battle was a big no-no.

"Heh, as expected, Dragon Head is still the most generous."

Undying immediately grinned lewdly.

"By the way, what about her? When we leave..."

The Berserker glanced at the female player and asked,

"I told you guys, there are women everywhere. Why bring such a burden?"

The Ice Mage said with annoyance.

"Don't demons like this kind of thing? Besides, this woman is quite something."

The Berserker pointed at the demon and lewdly grinned.

"Let's deal with her when we get back."

The Ice Mage's casual remark decided the woman's fate. But she seemed indifferent to her impending death, probably already in despair.

"Dragon Head, I have to say, this place is too eerie." The

Undead, cautiously moving forward and opening the empty rooms one by one, turned back and said. "There isn't a single monster."

"The stranger the place, the more suspicious it is. Maybe there really is treasure."

The Berserker said excitedly.

"Be careful."

The Ice Mage warned, "This place has at least three levels, but so far we haven't found a passage to the second level. It must be hidden somewhere."

...Ahhh, I'm so sorry. Because the NPCs sent by the Demon General and I could teleport freely in the temple, I didn't think about the stairs at all and didn't consider the other players. I'm really sorry! I overheard their conversation and began to reflect.

"The dragon head isn't right!"

Undying stopped abruptly in front of a door. "We just passed room number 12, but this is room number 15. Where are rooms 13 and 14?"

...Well, I just thought the numbers 13 and 14 were unlucky.

"Since the rooms here are numbered, there must be some meaning,"

Ice Mage pondered. ...No, no, no meaning at all. It's just that when they built the first floor, they didn't have a good design, so they came up with a hotel-like layout and numbered them.

"14 is a number considered unlucky by the Chinese, and 13 in the churches of the past represented traitors, fallen beings, and demons. This is a dungeon where demons disguise themselves as clergy, so the staircase is very likely in one of those two rooms,"

Ice Mage analyzed. ...I'm really sorry to have troubled you all like this," I apologized again.

However, the breeding base is underground, and the place for raising new human species is on the second floor. The first floor is just a completely idle space created out of boredom. So, if they keep searching like this, they'll never find me in their lifetime. Looks like I'll have to help them out.

"Give me the microphone,"

I said, shrugging to Yuanlan. With such an advanced surveillance system, I don't believe it doesn't have a megaphone function.

*Snap*, Yuanlan handed me a large megaphone.

"Damn it! I'm talking to them, not shouting at you!"

Touching the paper-like megaphone, I was bewildered.

"A high-tech magical product, it can broadcast throughout the entire temple,"

Yuanlan pointed.

"..."

Damn, that's really high-tech, at least design something more aesthetically pleasing.

"Welcome to my temple. Brave adventurers."

A deep voice suddenly resounded throughout the temple, startling the four players. They quickly huddled together, alert, and their pets appeared, surrounding them in the center.

"I deeply admire your courage,"

I continued, speaking through the megaphone. "But what I value even more is your wisdom."

"I've set a test on each level of the temple. If you can pass the test, you'll see me and receive my treasure."

"What test?"

Realizing my intention, the four finally relaxed their guard and looked around.

"You've already discovered the first test. Find the passage to the second level, young adventurers." "

Dragon Head, we came to the right place!" Berserker exclaimed excitedly. "Don't be too happy yet. This is clearly a game of wits; it won't be easy for you to pass," Ice Mage frowned. "

Dragon

Head

,

aren't you best at this? Where do you think the passage is?"

Undead asked.

"Let's not worry about the passage or the reward for now. I'm considering whether this is a trap,"

Ice Mage pondered. "

A trap? If it were a trap, there would have been some noise by now,"

Berserker said. "

Let's go out,"

Demon suddenly said. "

That's right!"

Ice Mage nodded. "Let's go out!"

The four immediately led the female player out of the temple, encountering no obstacles along the way. After waiting for a while, the four of them returned.

"Dragon Head, everything's fine,"

Berserker said, puzzled.

"There are two possibilities now. One, this is indeed a special area, with treasures to be found,"

Ice Mage said, then frowned. "Two, the trap is very deep, and it's not so easy to find."

Damn, those little devils are pretty smart. Let them continue to be suspicious, I just want to tease them.

Suddenly, a glance from Ice Mage and Demon caught my attention. I was immediately startled, and the true meaning of their actions flashed through my mind.

I immediately picked up the megaphone and said, "The time limit for achieving the first-level reward has been exceeded, and the reward has been reduced by one level. Hint 1: Number 13."

"Dragon Head!"

Upon hearing this, Berserker and Undying panicked.

Ice Mage and Demon stared at each other for a moment, then nodded slightly. Ice Mage said, "It seems this is more likely a special game area. And depending on the speed of passing the trials, different levels of rewards will be given. Each level decrease will give a hint, and it's possible that if it decreases

to a certain level, the temple will disappear." Luckily, Laozi was quick-witted. They left the temple partly to check for traps, and partly to guess if it was a reward game. If it were a game, according to the normal storyline, reaching the same area would give the same system hint.

Damn it, if I repeat what I said verbatim, there will definitely be grammatical discrepancies, which will arouse their suspicion. Then there's no point in playing. You little punk, I'll give you a different way. Let them worry about it.

Knowing that delaying might reduce the rewards, the four immediately split up to find the passage to the second floor, while also pondering the meaning of the hint "13."

At the same time, I was also racking my brains, not thinking about how to set up the next two trials, but how to make up the lie about "13" earlier.

At the same time, Canned Food was also thinking about how to continue the story about "13."

Everyone was struggling with "13."

"I've got it!"

In an instant, Bai Yu and Guan Tou both grinned slyly, having come up with an explanation that could get them away with it. They simultaneously modified a room on the first floor.

Not long after, the Ice Mage over there also guessed a possible answer and quickly gathered everyone, rushing towards that room.

"13, broken down, is 1 and 3. Therefore, room 2, located between the two, is the most likely place to find the passage."

Opening the door to room number 2, Ice Mage said to the three, "Search! See if there are any mechanisms. Demon, go check the two rooms next door and compare them to see if there are any differences."

After searching for a long time, there was no place or mechanism that could be considered a passageway in the room. Demon's comparison had some results: rooms number 1 and 3 were standard rooms, while room number 2 was a double room...

After a while, Ice Mage rubbed his temples, feeling very conflicted, and finally pointed at the female player and said, "You. Lie down."

The woman obediently lay down on the bed, and sure enough, as soon as she lay down, a staircase rumbled down from the ceiling, revealing a passage to the second floor.

"Dragon Head, what does this mean?"

Undying asked, puzzled.

"This is the first time I've seen the system give such a childish question."

Ice Mage smiled bitterly, "13 split into 1 and 3, put together it's a b. Fuck!"

"Damn, this is too perverted."

Berserker exclaimed.

"You go up and take a look first."

Ice Mage didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer and said to Undying.

"What about her?"

Berserker asked, looking at the female player on the bed.

"Looks like we'll have to leave her here."

The Ice Mage glanced at the demon and said helplessly.

"Congratulations on passing the first test with your wit and keen observation."

Seeing them enter the second floor, I picked up the megaphone and announced, "The second test: obtain 10 keys without killing anyone. Open the passage to the third floor."

Damn it, there are instructors on the second floor teaching those newbies. If they kill those NPCs like monsters, I'll have nowhere to cry.

I had the assassin convey the request to the instructors on the second floor, and I finished revising the layout there.

I didn't actually intend to make this test difficult for them; the so-called door could be opened without any keys. But they had fallen into my puzzle-solving trap and wouldn't have thought of that, so they would definitely follow the rules and go find the 10 keys.

Sure enough, the four of them split up, knocking on doors one by one and asking the instructors inside for keys. Then the instructors would give them other tasks, such as asking for a hundred or so gold, or exchanging pets or items for something.

The "keys" they were given included batons, women's underwear, and chairs and benches. Even more outrageous was a 3-meter-wide bed and a several-ton statue.

They collected 10 "keys" and carried them to the far end of the second floor. The four were exhausted.

"Boss, do you think we've been tricked?"

Berserker said resentfully. There was nothing he could do; he was the biggest, and he carried the bed and statue.

"We've come this far, we can only take it one step at a time,"

Ice Mage said grimly. He was already losing his temper when he learned that he had spent over 300 gold coins and received only a pair of women's underwear and black stockings.

"Damn it, if the reward isn't satisfactory, I'm definitely going to tear this place down!"

Undying cursed.

"Tear it down?"

Ice Mage suddenly paused, realizing something. He screamed, "Tear it down!"

Instantly, an ice arrow smashed into the statue, shattering it to pieces. At the same time, the demon slammed its hand down on the bed, shattering it into pieces as well.

"We've been tricked!"

Ice Mage roared, breaking down the door at the end of the room and leading the three towards the third floor.

"Damn it! How did they find out?"

I was immediately shocked by their actions. Damn it, where did I go wrong? It seems I can't treat players like game NPCs.

The third floor wasn't very big to begin with. Apart from my office/room at the bottom, there were six empty rooms on both sides. Originally, these were meant for Yuanlan and her subordinates, but they insisted on being NPCs and maintaining an air of mystery. Having a fixed residence like players would be too cliché. So they had never been there, and my night raid plan had failed.

"Boom boom boom!"

The four blasted open the doors of several rooms one by one. After confirming that no one was inside, they finally broke into my room.

What they saw was an incredibly spacious room, completely devoid of any furnishings. In the center of the room sat a mysterious figure shrouded in a black cloak, surrounded by various bottles and jars. He chuckled slyly at the four, "Trash, trash, trash. Welcome to my little shop. Brave and wise adventurers."

"Who are you?"

the Ice Mage asked, his form transformed.

"Huh? Can't you read?"

the mysterious figure said, pointing to his head. Above his head hung the words "Shady Merchant" in large characters.

Yes, this was indeed me. I had planned to play another round on the third floor, then find a way to divide them up and kill them one by one. Unexpectedly, the Ice Mage somehow saw through my disguise and charged straight at me.

In a moment of crisis, I remembered the "Shady Merchant Certificate." I immediately spent 100 gold to transform myself into a legitimate NPC and began my deception.

Shady Merchant: Cannot be attacked or attack players during transformation. You can sell goods to any character, with a 20% chance of discovering hidden goods. You can purchase goods at the buy-back price. However, this reduces the favorability of non-merchant human NPCs by 30%, and there's a 10% chance of being hunted by a merchant.

Damn, this thing is a pain in the ass. I spent 100 gold trying it out. Besides being immune to player attacks, its only advantage is concealing your identity and preventing detection by hunters and assassins. Everything else is useless.

I originally planned to use it to sell potions for some money, but the hidden attribute of "merchant" has another infuriating aspect: the goods I'm selling don't show any information to the player until after the transaction. This makes it impossible to believe you're actually selling potions. So,

I didn't manage to do that, but this time it just so happens. In this situation, how could I not use it to tease these bastards and make my 100 gold worthwhile?

"A swindler?"

Undying sneered, rubbing the claw-like snare. "I hate swindlers the most."

"You tricked me into carrying garbage all day, you've got guts."

Berserker also slung his giant hammer over his shoulder, fuming.

"Wait."

Ice Mage stopped the two who were about to attack, turning to me and asking, "Those so-called tests, weren't they just a way to fool us?"

"Trash, trash, trash. You're really smart."

Although I was uneasy, I forced a calm smile and said, "If you can see through my trick, you can see me yourselves."

"See you?"

Ice Mage retorted. "Since you're a swindler, you naturally prioritize profit. If we can't pass the tests, are you not going to show yourself?"

"No, no, no, no!"

I shook my finger. "Whether you pass the tests or not, you'll see me." "

Then why set up those pointless tests?"

Ice Mage asked.

"Hahaha! If you can't pass the test, I'll exploit you bit by bit until all your money is gone and you can't buy anything from me anymore!"

I laughed heartily. "Besides, since we finally have a chance to get out, of course we need to find some people to play some games with."

"Damn!"

Undying and Berserker immediately cursed.

"So, what do you sell here?"

Ice Mage, not wanting to dwell on the previous incident, asked directly.

"Smooth."

I snapped my fingers, waving my hand across the bottles and jars in front of me. "Everything I sell is here: potions. I'm a potion merchant, so naturally, I sell potions. From low-level beginner potions to powerful high-level potions. They're all here."

"Potions!"

The four of them couldn't help but get excited, staring at the bottles and jars in front of me with fervor.

"Wait a minute. If they're potions, why isn't it described?"

Demon suddenly asked, staring at me.

"Trash, trash, trash. If you could tell what level of potions they are, how would I do business?"

I chuckled slyly. "All the potions here cost 1000 gold. Each person can only buy one at a time, and I'll rearrange the items afterward. So, what level of potion you get depends on your luck."

If potions were actually on the market, a set of basic recovery potions would cost 1000 gold, intermediate ones 5000 gold, and advanced ones sold by the bottle, with a single bottle costing as much as 4000 gold. A set of basic auxiliary potions would cost around 300 gold, intermediate ones 2000 gold, and advanced ones, depending on their effects, would cost between 1000 and 3000 gold per bottle.

I have them single bottles and individual potions, as well as sets and bundles. 1000 gold per item is definitely a price they can accept. If they could buy a set of advanced potions, it would be like winning the lottery.

Understanding the rules, the four of them immediately started discussing. After all, I had more than 30 sets of potions on display, so choosing would require some consideration.

"We've decided, these four!"

The Ice Mage pulled out 4000 gold and chose four potions.

"Thanks for your patronage! Trash, trash, trash."

I pocketed the money, immediately pocketed all the potions, then swapped them out and rearranged them.

"Damn! What a loss."

Taking the potion, Undead cursed loudly, because it was just a bottle of basic agility potion, adding 2 agility.

However, the Demon got a set of basic special ability recovery potions, the Berserker got a set of intermediate strength potions, and the Ice Mage got an intermediate berserk potion. The four of them weren't too badly off.

"Again. These four."

The Ice Mage took out money again and took four potions.

"Thanks for your patronage! Trash, trash, trash."

Taking the money, I swapped them out again.

This time, luck wasn't good. One basic recovery potion, a set of basic recovery and auxiliary potions, plus one basic poison, obviously a huge loss.

"Again!"

A set of intermediate auxiliary potions, two basic recovery potions, and one high-level poison.

"Again!"

Two sets of basic auxiliary potions, two basic recovery potions.

"Again!"

One intermediate recovery potion, one set of intermediate auxiliary potions, one basic potion, one advanced recovery potion.

"Advanced recovery potion!"

Looking at the advanced recovery potion in his hand that simultaneously restored 400 health and mana after its mutation, Undying was extremely excited.

"Again!"

Two basic recovery potions, one set of basic auxiliary potions, one intermediate auxiliary potion.

"Again!"

One set of intermediate auxiliary potions, one basic auxiliary potion, two basic recovery potions.

"Again!"

"Wait!"

Ice Mage suddenly stopped Undying, who was about to sell, and fell into deep thought.

"Dragon Head. What's wrong?"

Undying asked, puzzled.

"Now, we've spent 28,000 gold, but lost nearly 10,000 gold."

Ice Mage frowned.

"What!"

Undying and Berserker exclaimed in surprise.

"Around 10,000 gold."

Demon agreed.

Trash, these bandits still think they can gamble again even with just 10,000 gold. "That's right, this game is actually gambling. It exploits their gambler's mentality, making them see a real chance of getting high-level potions. Even if they don't get high-level potions, they can still get other valuable potions. With such a reward, it's easy for them to forget the money they've spent.

" "However, if you factor in the chance of getting potions, this 8,000 gold isn't a loss,"

the demon pondered.

"That's right,"

the ice mage nodded. "Then let's continue."

In the end, the four of them spent another 25,000 gold before they ran out of money for "lottery draws." All this way, each of these bandits had over 10,000 gold—a real bunch of tycoons! But I've also used up all the low-level potions in my bag, earning at least 15,000 gold. A total of 53,000 gold makes me an instant millionaire.

This method is good; I'll do it again next time. I felt smug.

"Dragon Head,"

the Berserker said to the ice mage with a somewhat conflicted expression. I managed to buy those priceless potions, especially the two high-grade ones, but I was still unhappy because all the cash I'd painstakingly accumulated was gone in one go.

"Damn it! Blow him up!"

Undying was also annoyed, staring at me as he spoke.

"I acted impulsively this time."

The Ice Mage, who had long seen that I was an unassailable character, shook his head. Obtaining a set of special ability-restoring potions had made the Ice Mage lose his composure. For a mage, mana is always crucial.

"Let's go back and see if we can contact a few players and sell this information."

The Demon immediately thought of a way to make amends.

"Yeah. That's the only way."

The Ice Mage nodded.

Damn, hearing that made me panic. Although I wanted to make money, I couldn't withstand the plundering of all the players in the Demon Realm!

If they really spread the news, this dungeon would probably be overcrowded again, and all the hard work I put into designing the dungeon would be wasted.

I'd messed up again; if Hulun found out, he'd beat me up again. "What the heck…

"

Berserker suddenly asked.

This immediately startled the Ice Mage, who pondered with the Demon. "

I've got it!" The four's conversation gave me an idea, and I immediately made changes to the temple.

Just as the four hesitated, the entire temple suddenly trembled, accompanied by continuous booming sounds, startling them.

"Go!"

Although they didn't know what was happening, the Ice Mage shouted decisively.

The four ran back, but when they reached the first floor, the scene before them shocked them. The rooms were gone, replaced by an incredibly vast open space. Stone walls were constantly extending from the roof and ground, isolating the entire first floor; clearly, it was about to become a labyrinth.

The space on the first floor was four or five thousand square meters. If they were really trapped inside, it would be difficult to get out in a short time. Before the maze could fully form, the four of them quickly ran towards the exit.

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