Miami, the air felt very different since this was a tropical region.
As long as it wasn’t raining, the atmosphere felt warm.
Leonardo felt quite comfortable when he stepped out of the airport.
A rcedes was already waiting for them, along with a driver who was also bald and had a thick beard.
He greeted Margaret Harvey warmly and then drove them to a large villa located by the city’s beach.
The villa wasn’t just spacious—its yard was as large as a football field, surrounded by walls except for the beachfront side.
This clearly belonged to the Harvey Family.
Although it looked well-maintained, Leonardo didn’t see any servants or workers around.
Perhaps they only ca temporarily to do their jobs and then left.
"Since it’s still a long ti before night, let’s wait here," Margaret said to Leonardo Anderson after they got out of the car.
Leonardo smiled and nodded.
"Emma..." Margaret looked at Emma, who had also stepped out of the car, then suddenly handed her a credit card.
"Go take a walk... You can spend as much as you want."
Emma looked utterly shocked when she heard that.
Since she was brought to Miami, she thought she would be tasked with staying by Margaret’s side and handling all her needs.
Who would’ve thought she’d be told to leave as soon as they arrived at the villa?
Emma didn’t dare question Margaret’s decision. She nodded, accepted the credit card, and left.
"Why did you bring her if you don’t need her?" Leonardo asked with a strange expression.
"Just to make things livelier," Margaret replied with a soft laugh.
"And I don’t want anyone else here," she added, wrapping her arms around Leonardo’s neck first.
"Let’s go to the beach," she said.
Leonardo wrapped his arm around her slim waist, lifted her up, and carried her to the beach behind the villa.
In truth, the villa’s front and back looked identical, making it hard to tell which side was the actual front—whether the one facing the beach or the road.
At the beach, Leonardo also saw a small dock with two yachts parked there.
Many coconut trees grew along the shore, blocking the sunlight.
It felt cool there, with a constant gentle breeze.
Perhaps because of what happened earlier that morning, Margaret suddenly beca very aggressive, pressing Leonardo against one of the coconut trees before kissing him passionately.
She didn’t hold back in expressing her desire.
Her hands began unbuttoning Leonardo’s shirt.
"Honey, are you sure about doing it here?" Leonardo asked with a wry smile.
There was a large villa behind them with plenty of luxurious rooms—why here on the beach? If a boat passed by, they would be clearly visible.
"Our territory extends two kiloters into the sea. No one is allowed to pass there, and any drone will be shot down imdiately," Margaret replied.
"My father set that up for his own entertainnt with his lovers."
Leonardo, "..."
He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
But hearing that, he also beca more aggressive, starting to remove Margaret’s clothes.
She was even faster—she tore off her own pants.
Leonardo pushed her body down until she lay on the white sandy beach.
The sand felt soft, no different from lying on a blanket.
Of course, for Leonardo, he was lying on sothing even softer—Margaret’s body.
He finally satisfied the restlessness that had been building inside him.
Pleasure began to show on her face.
"Do you like this?" Leonardo asked.
"Yes... only this makes the world feel aningless," she replied.
"Indeed... such an overwhelming sensation. n and won are truly made to beco one," Leonardo said.
"Stop talking, just move..." she said impatiently again.
Just being connected wasn’t enough—they needed movent, intensity between them.
Leonardo responded by kissing her lips before moving more forcefully.
***
An hour later, Leonardo Anderson and Margaret Harvey lay together in each other’s arms.
They were covered in sweat after moving nonstop under the tropical sunlight.
Margaret actually didn’t use perfu. She hadn’t even bathed—only washed her face in the morning.
Even so, her sweat carried a faint floral fragrance, revealing the quality of the food she consud.
Her embrace was even tighter than Leonardo’s, as if she didn’t want to let him go.
Leonardo, anwhile, used one hand to gently caress her face—too beautiful to feel real.
"So things are hard to believe... like you deeply loving a man, and that I’m loved by you," Leonardo said.
"But you can feel it, right?" Margaret replied.
"Yes... there’s no way sothing like this could be fake," Leonardo nodded.
"I can feel it from you too. But I think it’s normal. Every man wants to love but can’t... what I feel for you isn’t really different from what other n feel toward ."
"I feel very honored..." Leonardo chuckled.
At this mont, he could already ask the System for sothing, but he was unsure what to request.
"By the way, do you know the weakness of Snake n?" he asked Margaret.
He wanted to request sothing that could truly defeat a Snake Man nine levels higher than him.
Strength alone clearly wouldn’t be enough—he would need sothing more specific, like so special tricks.
Margaret was slightly surprised when she heard that.
"You encountered Snake n?" Margaret Harvey asked.
"My monsters did," Leonardo Anderson replied.
"They usually carry a valuable treasure..." Margaret smiled faintly.
"But Snake n are indeed extrely powerful creatures. Even at the sa level, they’re not easy to defeat. They’re almost beyond the limits of Class S. Of course, they do have weaknesses. They’re strong in swamps, but in dry or cold environnts like ice, they weaken instead. That’s the most effective way—but the places they inhabit, like Floor 3, are entirely swamps. Even in Floors 4 and 5, they only stay in swamp regions. In short, defeating them requires changing the surrounding environnt... The easiest way is to drag them into a World Artifact or alter the environnt using high-level skills."
"Skills that can change the environnt?" Leonardo frowned when he heard that.
"They do exist, possessed by the Magus class. But yes, they consu a lot of energy. Still, their effect can instantly transform the environnt depending on the type of skill. My father actually has one—he can turn a flower garden into a dark graveyard. It’s called Domain of Death."
"I see..."
Leonardo began to form so ideas, then wrote one of them into the System.
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