The farr and the hobgoblin stared at the ssage papers in confusion, then shifted their gazes to each other. They both began attempting to communicate, but in entirely different languages. Their pixelated forms stumbled over words, failing to understand one another.
After ten minutes of awkward gestures and garbled attempts, the hobgoblin girl's patience ran out. Taking advantage of her superior strength, she pinned the farr to the ground and swiftly stripped him of his clothes.
What happened next was entirely up to the whim of the goblin.
Felix watched while he raised an eyebrow as the pixelated characters engaged in an impromptu "date." Stroking his chin thoughtfully, he couldn't help but wonder if this was how innocent gars in the modern world discovered their hidden kinks through obscure porn gas.
"Man… That's sexy," Felix was amused.
He decided to close the ga window, giving the couple their privacy. But just to spice things up, Felix purchased a pack of viagra and mixed it into tomorrow's morning supply.
Felix was proud. He believed that he had done a good job for his little follower.
*DING*
Even with the ga window closed, his system continued to update him on the couple's progress.
[Naless Farr and Naless Hobgoblin have beco a family. They will now share the sa residence.]
[You currently have one house for one family. To increase population, you can purchase a house blueprint from Florida Man Store and order your population to build it.]
Taking a ntal note, Felix dismissed the notifications. His attention shifted to the new items he had crafted through his automatic alchemy feature—Spirit Beer.
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Spirit Beer
A staple drink in martial arts worlds. If served cold, this brew offers both refreshnt and rejuvenation.
Effects:
- Heals ntal fatigue and improves mood.
- Cures indigestion.
- Restores 10% of stamina and internal energy per liter.
- Increases lifespan by one year per liter.
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Felix smirked as he reviewed the stats. One hundred potatoes could be brewed into 50 liters of spirit beer, which translated into 50 years of lifespan. Though this thod of lifespan farming wasn't quite as efficient as smoking, it offered a pleasant alternative to satisfy his cravings.
After finishing his daily carton of cigarettes, Felix exited the battery room and took a long bath to wash away the lingering sll of smoke and toxins. Once refreshed, he spent the rest of the day with Jiji, indulging in the routine comfort they had co to enjoy.
Life was good… until that night
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10 PM, Sa Day
As Felix and Jiji lay entangled in their king-sized bed, enjoying their intimate mont, an urgent system warning abruptly interrupted them. Jessica's portrait flashed on the system interface, her tone filled with urgency.
"Huh?!" Felix's voice was a mixture of disbelief and frustration as he turned to face the system screen. His expression darkened. Being interrupted during sexy ti was the last thing he needed.
"Who is it? Isn't the oil derrick supposed to be hidden?" he asked, annoyed.
Jessica's voice carried a calm, yet serious tone.
"But how and why are they attacking it?" Felix pressed further.
A new system window appeared, displaying live CCTV footage. The screen showed a group of dragon-headed creatures. Their bodies resembled lamias but covered in thick scales with grotesque, heinous faces.
Unlike the lamias Felix had dealt with before, these creatures lacked any feminine features. They were basilisks—a scout team of 30 powerful warriors.
The basilisks couldn't see the oil refinery itself. However, they had stumbled upon the invisible barrier that surrounded it, blocking their path. Frustrated, they repeatedly stabbed at the barrier with their spears, trying to force their way through.
The barrier retaliated automatically. Lightning bolts shot out from its surface, striking the assailants and instantly turning several of them into charred corpses.
Felix leaned back and raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jessica. "The barrier's working fine, isn't it? So, what's the problem?"
Jessica deeply sighed,
Felix's confusion deepened as he continued watching the footage.
At first, the corpses of the basilisks lay still, lifeless and seemingly ready to be consud by nature. But soon, a thick black and purple gas began to seep from the ground, enveloping their bodies.
Within a minute, the dead basilisks began to stir. Their scales glowed an ominous purple as their aura intensified. It was as if they had evolved after death.
The basilisks, now resurrected, attacked the barrier again. Lightning struck them once more, killing 29 of them instantly. But one of the basilisks survived, managing to land another blow on the barrier before a second lightning bolt obliterated her, shattering her body into pieces.
Felix's eyes widened. A sinking feeling crept over Felix.
Sothing was wrong.
"Jessica, how many tis have these things resurrected?"
Felix frowned, disbelief washing over him. "That's impossible! How can they keep coming back to life? It's not like they've got a phoenix bloodline like I do."
"They don't have a phoenix bloodline, right?"
"Right?"
"RIGHT?!"
Jessica hesitated before replying. Jessica's tone grew cautious, as if preparing him for sothing unsettling.
Felix's expression hardened. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was coming. "Try ."
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**Diana's Cave**
*CRACK*
From the pile of Diana's freshly laid eggs, one of them splintered with a sharp crack. A tiny hand punched through the egg shell, shattering more of its fragile surface.
The newborn lamia had erged prematurely. Its body still translucent and unford. Despite its underdeveloped state, it radiated an overwhelming aura—a dense, purple energy infused with the power of a magus and the strength of a star knight. The mass of energy created a purple butterfly, which hovered over the baby.
Even without formal training, the newborn's leaking energy was stronger than both Martin and Tanaka!
Its eyes remained closed, yet it turned its head as if aware of its surroundings, scanning the cave as though it could see through the very walls.
The tiny lamia tried to lift itself, balancing on its long, thin tail, but its delicate body couldn't bear the strain. The tail buckled, and its arm twisted unnaturally, bleeding as it collapsed onto the cold stone floor.
Despite its physical state, the newborn gazed up at Diana. Though no sound ca from its tiny mouth, Diana heard a voice—rich, deep, and unmistakably male—resonate in her mind.
"Diana, isn't it?" the voice inquired, calm yet commanding.
Exhausted from the grueling task of laying her eggs, Diana looked at the fragile creature before her. Her voice, hoarse and drained, whispered, "Who are you?"
The baby lamia's body trembled before slumping to the ground, its frail form unable to sustain itself any longer. But before it fully collapsed, it spoke once more, introducing itself with quiet authority.
"I am the one who was ant to be reincarnated as your child. But I've co early to get you prepared. I don't have much ti, so listen carefully."
Diana's eyes narrowed. She asked, struggling to stay composed. "What do you want from ?"
The baby lamia's energy flickered like a dying fla. Its voice now strained. "You must conceive a child with one of the system users who bears the phoenix bloodline."
Diana's heart skipped a beat. "Who?"
"You've already t him. You have one month. My soul... won't last long. You know what? Never mind.
Forget it."
With that final cryptic ssage, the newborn lamia's body gave way completely. It collapsed into a pool of thick, gelatinous blood. Its powerful purple aura leaking from its wounds and dissipating into the air like mist.
The demon god was gone, leaving only confusion and a dark, looming command behind.
Nobody noticed the faint purple butterfly that had been hovering over the demon god. It flew out of the cave and sank into the ground, heading sowhere.
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Border Town, Territory of the Solaris Commonwealth Empire
Border Town, a small settlent of 50 households, sat quietly at the edge of the Veria Belt Province in the Dragoon Empire. Though modest in size, the town's towering stone walls gave it the appearance of a fortress, providing security to its residents.
Within those walls, vast farmlands allowed the villagers to cultivate crops without fear of external threats, offering a sense of peace and self-sufficiency.
Normally, Border Town bustled with rchants and traders, given its strategic position as a trade hub between the two empires. Today, however, an eerie silence blanketed the streets.
A man-made calamity had cast its shadow upon the town. Above, a purple eclipse hung ominously in the sky, casting an unnatural glow that forced all civilians indoors. Only the mages of the Solaris Commonwealth remained outside, with their eyes covered with black blindfolds to protect them from the curse of the eclipse.
Despite the blindfolds, the mages patrolled the area with precision, relying on their heightened senses. While a dozen mages patrolled the village, seven fourth-circle mages gathered in front of a large wooden house, reserved for refugees fleeing from the Dragoon Empire.
One mage, standing at the front, interrogated a rchant who had just arrived.
"State your na, affiliation, and place of birth," the mage demanded. His tone was stern as he asserted his role as protector of the empire.
The rchant, blindfolded and trembling under the weight of a black sack that covered his face, nervously spilled his story. He was a survivor from Terra City, desperately seeking refuge in the neighboring country.
Satisfied, the mage nodded and moved on to the next refugee. His attention was quickly drawn to a woman whose appearance stood out.
Dressed in little more than loincloths that barely concealed her figure, the woman's youthful body was clearly in good shape. The mage couldn't help but desired for her body as he appraised her, but his interest quickly shifted to the obvious bulge of her belly.
A pregnant woman?
That was a complication he hadn't expected. Inwardly, the mage considered whether she might still be useful—perhaps as a slave, provided the unborn child could be "taken care of." Yet, he couldn't entirely suppress his curiosity.
"What's your na?" he asked, his voice lacking the warmth of concern.
"Zhu Xin Ci," the woman replied.
"And where are you from?"
"Aero City, Dragoon Empire."
The mage gave a small nod as he was familiar with the place. "What happened to you? Where are your clothes?"
Zhu Xin Ci's deanor remained steady as she answered, "Snake monsters stole them from . I managed to escape, but my husband and children were captured."
The room fell into a heavy silence. Refugees sympathized her as they listened to her tragic story. Even the n who had previously eyed her with lustful intentions quickly buried their desires. The mage, too, found himself disard as the will to take advantage of her vanishing at the thought of her loss.
"Welco to the Solaris Commonwealth Empire. I'm sure you can start a new life here... and take care of your child."
His eyes drifted once more to Zhu Xin Ci's swollen stomach, but his mind was already moving on. He turned his back to continue his inspection of the other refugees, unaware of the strange occurrence unfolding behind him.
*DING*
No one noticed the small purple butterfly that had appeared, phasing through the wooden floor as if it were a ghost. It fluttered silently, unnoticed, before slipping into Zhu Xin Ci's belly without leaving a trace.
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