The first thing Elian saw upon waking was a stream of ssages.
[Talent: Adamant – Heartless mode penalty has ended. Elian Reed’s emotions will no longer be disabled.]
[Talent: Forged recalibration completed. Base body upgraded: Living tal reserves expanded. Dominator neural network reinforced. Recovery completed.]
Not bad. Should make future battles easier.
All at once, Elian’s senses ca back online—360 vision, the onyx forest, the sea of Living tal. And with it, awareness of those around him: Fluffy by his side, Burny perched above, the Swallows circling overhead—each alive, each containing a piece of him.
Elian felt relief, gratitude, pride all crash at once. If before he woke up with only Bianca by his side, now they had an entire family.
"There, he is back now. Get up you pale-skinned midget!"
Before he could open his eyes, he felt a pair of jaws gingerly wrap around his neck. Then they bit down hard.
"Ow..." Elian complained weakly.
"Fluffy! What are you doing! He is hurt!"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Elian heard a trio of fast whooshes pass by. They crashed against the wolf’s head that tried to eat him. Suddenly he felt his tiny body fall. A mont later, a comforting chill caught him and lifted him up.
Smiling, Elian opened his eyes and saw his beautiful lover, "Thanks."
Still as srizing as before, Bianca squird and murmured in embarrassnt, "I only did what was expected of ."
Elian tried to stand up and grinned, "Really? What else can I expect? I did good, didn’t I?"
Bianca flinched but took a deep breath before gazing deep into Elian’s eyes.
She brought him close and kissed him on the lips. Then, with a gaze so tender it would lt weaker n, she spoke.
"Thank you, Elian. Heaven’s Fist will never haunt again—and it’s all because of you. I’m so grateful. And knowing you did it because... because you love —"she swallowed hard, "—it makes my heart feel so full I could burst."
Seeing her reaction, the Tyrant nodded. Hearing her express her gratitude made all the suffering worth it. Knowing he directly managed to ease her burden, satisfaction, pride and excitent welled up in his heart.
Bianca then hugged his body tighter. She pulled him close, her soft skin warm against his own. It felt incredibly pleasant.
Wait! Skin?
Elian’s jaw dropped in surprise; he then used his 360 view to inspect the woman hugging him. She wore Crusader-style priestess robes, but the face—and the soul—were undeniably Bianca’s.
Her boobs grew bigger.
At that thought, he felt Bianca lift him up and threw his tiny body to the ground.
"Elian, you lecher! I knew you would focus on that!"
Fluffy guffawed, "HAHAHAH! I told you so! This creepy Bianca addict has your proportions morized! Of course he would notice!"
Bianca glared down at him, arms crossed over her chest—face burning with equal parts fury, sha, and sothing like regret.
Sigh, I don’t even know what I did wrong.
Picking himself up Elian’s curiosity sharpened. Given what he knew of her abilities, he understood that she must be possessing a body at the mont. He then made a lecherous smile as he teased.
Looks like I need a more human body as quickly as possible. Then we can consummate our love.
He expected Bianca to fluster and run—but instead she made an exaggeratedly seductive pose and locked eyes with him. Elian then heard Bianca’s sultry voice echo in his mind.
"You are still decades too young to try and dominate , Elian. I may adore you but know that I hold the pants in this relationship!"
Elian couldn’t help but chuckle. Bianca laughed too. Fluffy, fuming, snapped her head toward them—clearly furious she hadn’t been let in on the joke.
In one swift movent, she chomped on Elian’s torso and raised him up. Given her imnse size, she might as well have swallowed him whole.
"Don’t just get lost in your own pink world, you brats! Tell what is so funny!"
"It is sothing between lovers! You are annoying! Make yourself scarce you flea-infested oversized doormat!"
"Make myself scarce? I already died for you two lovebirds, and you dragged back! Now you want gone? You selfish pricks! At least find my own lover, damn it! Hell, at this point I’d settle for any half-decent bastard who calls pretty once a day!"
Bianca looked to the skies, raised her hand and called, "Burny, my pet, co here."
Like a blazing angel, Burny dived down and extinguished his flas upon perching on Bianca’s arm.
"You called, Master?"
"I command you. From today onwards, you will call Fluffy, beautiful once a day. It must be so romantic it will make my sister swoon," Bianca instructed with a mischievous smile.
"I understand. I shall do my best."
"Wait what? I was joking, Bianca! Like hell do I need this waterlon-sized firecracker!" Fluffy snapped.
"Lady Fluffy your fur is like—"
"Shut the hell up you bastard or I will eat you!"
Leaving the sisters to their own devices, Elian moved. He entered through the roof of Fluffy’s mouth and traveled through the Dominator vein in Fluffy’s body. The tiny ashen golem exited at her shoulder and dropped on the ground.
Their laughter slowly faded, replaced by silence—the kind that only ca after victory. But Elian knew: peace on its own never lasted. The only reason they could laugh right now was because Elian killed a powerhouse that wanted to destroy them.
Without power, there could be no peace.
Elian quickly tried to "see" using the flying Swallows and saw the utterly devastated landscape. Bastion and Silent were resting a few ters away from them. They were guarding Heaven’s Fist’s body.
Good. More material.
Elian raised his arm and a surge of Dominator and Living tal. Like a tidal wave, they surged into him—remaking his body in seconds.
Testing his hands, Elian grew pleased at the more robust feeling for the improved Forged. He blinked and examined himself through his 360 vision but recoiled at what he saw.
I look like Heaven’s Fist...
Given how powerful he was, it was natural for Elian to hold so reverence to him. But the sa man gave Bianca bad mories. To prevent that, he reshaped the face to the one he had when he was human.
Let’s make myself older.
Trying to reimagine his form to appear human, he gave himself ashen hair and onyx eyes. To cover his unnatural body color, he created a black overcoat and boots. He looked human, at least he thought so.
"System. Create a skill to record appearances. I wish to be able to quickly change my attributes."
[Understood. What should the skill be called?]
"Call it Charade. If I’m going to act human, I might as well dress the part."
[Accepted. Skill creation in progress.]
"Thanks."
[Do you wish to save the previously designed Wall armor as a Charade entry?]
"Yes."
[Charade skill created. Modes saved: Human. Golem.]
"That works."
Elian stretched. Previously, he had simply made his limbs longer. But now analyzing Heaven’s Fist’s body in extre detail, he learned of the perfect ratio of muscle, fat and bone. The difference was like night and day.
He made his way towards Bastion and Silent. Both got up when they saw him. They bowed their heads, remorse plain in their voices.
"Elian, I know it was shaless, but thank you for taking down this overpowered bastard."
"I want to express my apologies, son-in-law. I may be older, but I lack the power to protect you all. Forgive us for dumping all the responsibility on you."
But Elian didn’t answer and brushed their silky hair tenderly.
"The two of you did nothing wrong, Father-in-law, Mother-in-law. Thank you for listening to earlier. It was thanks to you both protecting Bianca that I could fight my all. Please do not worry. I only did what was expected of ."
The two Alphas said no further words and nuzzled Elian with their snouts. They shared a brief mont of peace before Elian walked past them. He turned Heaven’s Fist’s body over and quickly looted a small satchel from his lower back.
I hope he has sothing.
Of the ones the Church employed, they were mostly paupers. They didn’t have magic bags. Hardly any of them had potions, cores or frankly anything of worth. Even their weapons were far inferior to what Elian could make.
When he fought Heaven’s Fist earlier, he already made sure to not damage the magic bag in any way. Even when he bombarded Heaven’s Fist, he intentionally didn’t shoot anywhere near his prize.
Upon seeing the magic bag’s contents, Elian smiled.
I knew it. As expected of an old bastard who lorded over the breakers for decades.
"Father-in-law," He called.
Bastion stared at him wondering what he wanted to say.
"You’ve rested long enough. Ti for an overhaul."
It wasn’t a question. It was a command that left no room for refusal.
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