Chapter 501 Night of Desire
First, there were bursts of chewing sounds, as if they were right next to his ears, followed by curses and roars, and finally faint moans. Klein, who had just forced himself to calm down, felt as if he had returned to a beautiful dream.
Isn't this Admiral Amyrius's private residence? Why does it sound even more chaotic than the Red Theater...
Klein's heart was beating fast, and he even wanted to close the door, return to his warm bed, and pretend he knew nothing and continue sleeping until dawn. Perhaps tomorrow morning, this mansion would return to its former tranquility, with fawning servants helping him get up and eat. The affectionate Cynthia would continue to hint at him in various subtle ways, and the serious and respectful secretary Lu Er'an would whisper the day's itinerary beside him, just like the previous two days.
But Klein, who has extensive experience in courting death, knows that trouble has already come to him and that running away will not solve the problem.
Besides, this is the general's residence. Hadn't my guards assembled yet when something unusual happened? Where were the secretaries who always waited on me? And what about the servants who couldn't even fit into the living room?
Mustering up his courage, he held the Ninth Law in his pocket with one hand, letting the demigod admiral's majesty and confidence infect him. With his other hand, Klein pushed open the door and stepped into the corridor.
In front of him, a chef sat in the corner, holding a huge plate filled with various raw and cooked foods, including tender Tilis steak, Pritzker fried fish, and a giant Oravi lobster with a dark shell that was still dancing its huge claws.
The chef, who had originally maintained a normal figure, now had a swollen belly, as if he was several months pregnant. Sauce hung from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he grabbed the lobster and bit it in one bite, ignoring the hard shell. With a crunching sound, tiny objects, which were not sure whether they were teeth or lobster shells, flew up, and he chewed and swallowed the firm piece of meat.
The stomach that seemed to be about to explode bulged a little more during the swallowing action.
"General, you've always asked us to stay in shape. Even a chef can't have a full meal, but I really want to eat a few more bites..."
The chef muttered with a satisfied expression, grabbing another steak covered in sauce.
"stop!"
Klein tried to dissuade him from committing suicide, his words carrying some of the demigod-like aura of the Ninth Law.
The chef froze while biting the steak, but only for a moment. Then, he slowly began to move and continued to swallow the piece of meat in his mouth.
Without further attempts, Klein walked towards the direction of spiritual alertness. That was the master bedroom of the mansion, and it was also where Amyrius should rest under normal circumstances.
Because he was worried about Cynthia's night attack, he deliberately chose a distant second bedroom and locked the door. Unexpectedly...
As they passed the entrance to the corridor on the second floor of the living room, they saw two maids entangled, one above and one below. The one on top had her hands around the other's neck, repeatedly slamming her head against the ground while cursing:
"You look down on me, don't you?"
"Bully me together, huh?"
The maid below banged her head against the carpet with a loud thud, her eyes closed, and she showed no reaction at all, as if she had fallen into a deep coma.
Klein walked forward, pulled the furious maid away from the victim, and threw her far away. She hit a valuable painting and then fell to the ground, unconscious.
But even so, she still twisted her limbs, groped her way forward, and continued to reach out to grab the other maid.
With the help of this brief "truce", Klein finally discovered that the "victim" was not unconscious, but was snoring lightly and could not wake up.
The appetite, anger, and sleepiness that had accumulated over the past few days... Klein looked at them coldly for a few seconds, walked around them, and continued forward.
Without addressing the real cause of their "desire", any attempt is just a waste of time.
In fact, Klein knew that the best way to deal with this kind of strange situation was to leave decisively and go to the military base at the foot of the mountain or the Storm Church in the port city to seek help.
But they would definitely report to Amyrius, the most powerful demigod on Oravi Island at that time.
And these days, Amyrius is me... He thought helplessly, his steps not stopping. He soon arrived at the door of the master bedroom. The vague moans that made his blood boil at first were now extremely clear. The sound of intertwined bodies and the mysterious and familiar smell came out from the crack of the door and entered Klein's ears and nostrils.
Let me see who's having a party in the admiral's bedroom... Taking a deep breath, Klein flung the door open.
The first person who caught his eye was his secretary Lu Er'an, who was leaning against the wall by the door with his arms folded. The blond young man held his head high and looked down at the room. His expression was full of arrogance, and he looked down on everyone.
Hearing the door open, he glanced sideways, his eyes looking as if he was looking at a stink bug.
Is this... the arrogance he usually hides? I can't tell, Lu Er'an isn't as respectful to the general as he appears...
Giving up on communicating with the secretary, who seemed normal but was actually in a frenzy, Klein turned his gaze in the direction of Lu Er'an's observation.
In the spacious master bedroom, which occupied almost a quarter of the second floor of the mansion, figures were scattered on the carpet. Some of them were the general's guards who should have been standing guard outside, and some were maids who had just been seen in the evening. Some were naked, while others were wearing only a few clothes, forming various combinations of at least two people, with no upper limit, and they were pressed together in various postures that Klein had never imagined.
The remaining few men and women who did not participate in it knelt down in the center of the bedroom, but they were not idle. The brown branches were as soft as tentacles, caressing the bodies of these people, bringing them more pleasure than others.
The panting sounds heard outside the door came from these people who were immersed in "extreme desire".
The source of the "branches" was a huge body over three meters tall, twisted and half lying on the big bed in the middle of the room. Brown tumors grew on its fair skin, most of which had ruptured. In addition to growing "branches" extending to the surroundings, some had turned into huge buds that looked like certain parts of the human body. Transparent juice flowed out of them and dripped onto the white sheets.
What the hell is this!
Klein felt as if his head exploded with a bang. His body tensed, his left hand drooping, his "Creeping Hunger" poised to unleash. He reached into his pocket with his right hand, tightly gripping the "Ninth Law" charm. He felt as if he were back in the square in Tingen City, or as if he had once again entered the ruins outside Backlund.
Sensing this undisguised hostility, a head turned towards this side from the top of the twisted body. The head, which seemed extremely small compared to the body, had long, soft golden hair and blue eyes, delicate skin, and a gentle expression. It was actually Cynthia, the mistress who was kept in Amyrius's golden house and had tried to climb into Klein's bed several times in the past two days!
Her face was flushed like she was drunk, her lips parted, and she murmured:
"General, I want to have a child with you..."
No, you don't want to!
At this moment, the glove on Klein's left hand instantly turned deep black, emitting an evil touch, and switched to the soul of the "Trickster" he had just herded, possessing the ability of the "Corrupted Baron".
This "distorted" force acted on Cynthia's statement, turning her intention of "wanting to have a child with the general" into "just a thought" rather than an action.
At the same time, he extended his right hand from his pocket, holding the "Ninth Law" talisman made from Amyrius's blood. With an aura as if the demigod himself had arrived, Klein commanded:
"Cynthia, stop what you're doing!"
This was the order he had obtained from the information about the admiral. Amyrius, who appeared serious but was actually gentle and sentimental, would occasionally give to his mistress. No matter how mischievous the other party was, she would stop at this time.
The distortion of the corrupted baron, the aura of the demigod, the familiar commands, and all the combined effects caused the mutated Cynthia to be momentarily stunned. The flower buds and branches stopped moving, and for a moment, the only sounds in the room were the low moans of the naked men and women.
But the next second, an evil smile appeared on the mistress's face, and the shy and excited red on her cheeks almost spread all over her body, and all the buds opened and faced this side.
"General!"
She let out a loud cry, and the tentacle-like branches abandoned everyone else and rolled towards Klein.
Oh no, her "target" was Amyrius, and I just reacted in the most Amyrius-like way... Klein's hair stood on end, and he dove forward, his "tentacles" piercing the spot where he had been standing.
The response was completely wrong.
When I noticed something was amiss, I should have left quickly, reported it to the church, contacted the military, or even gone up into the gray fog for divination to get more information. But I thought I could easily resolve the anomaly and continue playing the admiral until the mission was complete... Isn't this a form of "arrogance"?
It turns out that it wasn’t just them who had negative “desires” triggered, it was me as well…
While still in the air and before landing, Klein began to review the current situation in his mind.
"Bang——"
With a loud bang, new branches emerged from the floor and ceiling. They were like the ones growing on Cynthia's body, brown in appearance, covered with mucus, and with flowers on the top that looked like human organs.
These branches continued to chase Klein, hugging and wrapping around him with ferocious force.
Without hesitation, Klein, who had landed, raised the "Ninth Law" talisman in his right hand and recited the activation spell.
"Law!"
The talisman absorbed spiritual energy, its appearance turning cold, and a tangible golden light emanated from between Klein's fingers.
His next words will become an unbreakable law in this building!
But what restrictions should be placed?
Under the cold touch, Klein's thoughts became calm and efficient. The branches stretching out before him, the excited Cynthia, and the tangled crowd seemed to be still.
Ban all desires? No, that's too broad. The broader the "ban," the less effective it will be. What about banning the desire to reproduce? After all, Cynthia's only goal was this; nothing else mattered...
As he pondered, Klein's gaze swept across the dimming moonlight outside the window, across Cynthia, who was originally an ordinary person but now possessed boundless extraordinary power like "Megose", and across the guards and maids whose desires were ignited by the "external force".
External force?
"Interaction with the outside world is prohibited here!"
As the ancient Hermetic language command was issued, the demigod power sealed inside the "Ninth Law" was activated, and the waves formed by countless symbols and signs spread out, covering the entire building and isolating some kind of evil power from outside.
At the same time, Klein seemed to see the brilliant starry sky and a star emitting a scarlet light.
His eyes instantly burst open under the erosion of this light, and the lens in his eyeballs mixed with blood slowly flowed down, causing him to close his eyes in pain.
This was just a slight backlash from Klein isolating himself from this power. If it weren't for the talisman left by the demigod admiral, this little bit of leaked power alone would have been enough to turn him into a monster like Cynthia!
Fortunately, the external force has been isolated, Cynthia should...
Swish——
Two branches suddenly stretched out, wrapping around Klein's ankles, catching him off guard and pulling him forward. Other branches on the ground also came over, tightly binding his arms and pressing his neck. With Klein's "perception" without the aid of vision, Cynthia seemed to still maintain some strength, still smiling seductively and pulling him towards her.
"General, General..."
She murmured.
Klein endured the pain and tried to escape, but with his arms tied, it was difficult for him to use any magical items, even fire jumping. He suddenly had an idea, and after a moment of blurring, his face returned to the thin, angular appearance of German Sparrow.
"I'm not... not your general."
His lungs were being compressed by the tentacle-like branches, and Klein managed to utter these words.
Cynthia paused in surprise, staring at Klein's unfamiliar face. After a moment, she smiled excitedly.
"General, I didn't expect you to be so clever..."
Me, fuck, you are blinder than me!
Klein cursed in his heart, but all the breath in his chest had been squeezed out, and he couldn't even utter the roar.
Wait until she pulls me to her side, maybe she can loosen the restraints a little. That's my only chance to perform the flame leap... Klein, his eyes still in unbearable pain, made a desperate move, gave up struggling to preserve his strength, and "watched" Cynthia pull him to the bedside bit by bit.
"Bang--"
The floor-to-ceiling window on the outside of the master bedroom shattered instantly, and the "isolation" that enveloped the entire house trembled. An elegant figure appeared at the window, holding a small metal bottle in her hand, and the energy inside was emitting the power of a god walking on the earth.
Sharp wind blades swept across, severing the branches that bound Klein in half. As dark red liquid flowed out from the broken ends, Klein regained his ability to move. He reached for his eyes, which were bleeding profusely, and pulled towards his shoulder. As his left shoulder became a bloody mess, two intact eyeballs reappeared in his eye sockets.
Cynthia looked coldly at the uninvited guest who disturbed her "good thing". The latter slowly walked forward from the window, with the dim moonlight shining on his face. It was Angel who hurried over from the port city.
"Who gave you permission to touch him?"
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