Daziel's mind raced wildly, countless thoughts surging through his brain like electric currents.
Escape! I must escape!
He desperately searched every corner of his memory, trying to grasp any possible loophole.
However, the power of the rules, like a tangible force, pressed down on his every nerve, immobilizing him. Sparkle's arms looked slender and fair, yet Daziel couldn't even break free.
"Relax, you can't escape."
Her voice came again, laced with amusement, but it made Daziel's heart tremble.
Sparkle tilted her head slightly, her bright red lips almost touching Daziel's earlobe, warm breath coiling around him. "I'll take good care of you, Lord Savior."
She deliberately drew out the words "take good care," her tone melodious yet filled with mockery and malice.
Everything around Daziel began to distort. The light seemed to lose focus, blurring, and the noisy crowd sounds grew distant, as if sealed off in another world.
...
In his world, only Sparkle's delicate face, inches away, and her succubus-like whispers remained.
"Oh, right, to commemorate this historic moment, I specially prepared a camera."
"Got to properly record Lord Savior's adorable appearance. And then..."
Sparkle deliberately paused, enjoying the anger gradually appearing on Daziel's face, before slowly uttering the next words.
"...send the photos to your harem members. Oh, wait, after today, they should be my sisters. Let them share in this joy too. How about it? Like the surprise?"
Daziel felt a wave of humiliation shoot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his blood seeming to freeze solid.
Sparkle dragged Daziel, ignoring the astonished stares around them, heading straight for the arena exit. Daziel was forced to follow, stumbling, unsure what further humiliation Sparkle had in store.
In despair, Daziel could only shout the same line as Jiro Bai in his heart—
Herta, save me!!!
...
Watching Daziel being led away by Sparkle, March 7th rushed anxiously to Herta, her voice choked with tears.
"Peerless, brilliant, drop-dead gorgeous Little Herta! I'll never fight with you over him again! Quickly use your invincible Big Herta brain and think of something!"
"Daziel... he's going to be... by that woman..."
Herta huffed lightly, a nonchalant curve playing on her lips, her tone as calm as if discussing the weather.
"What's the rush? He won't lose a piece of flesh. At most, he'll just lose some mixture of water, fructose, protein, and polypeptides... That Masked Fool brat, what can she really do to him? Maybe you'll even have to start calling her 'sister' later."
March 7th stomped her foot anxiously, her carefully styled pink hair trembling with the movement,
"Don't... don't joke around, Miss Herta... Sister Herta, you! Just help him! That woman doesn't look like a good person! I don't want her joining us!"
Herta, however, sat down leisurely in the stands, casually crossing the skeletal supports of her legs, watching March 7th's panic with amusement.
"Why call me 'sister' now? Not fighting me for the position of main wife anymore?"
March 7th was momentarily speechless, her pretty face flushing red, she explained anxiously: "No, Sister Herta, look at the time, and you're still saying this! If you won't go, I'll get the crew from our Express!"
"You're running to the Express for reinforcements? By the time they get here, Daziel will already be squeezed dry... although it seems he can't actually be squeezed dry..."
Herta unhurriedly raised her hand, blocking March 7th's path.
"Anyway, don't panic. There's someone on this planet even more anxious than you, little sister."
When she said this, she deliberately emphasized the words "little sister," the ending tone rising slightly.
March 7th was momentarily baffled. "What do you mean? Besides me, who else is anxious about this?"
Herta stood up, a playful smile on her lips.
"Want to know? Then come with me. Watch a good show and you'll understand everything. What's the point of panicking blindly now?"
As she spoke, Herta gave March 7th a meaningful glance.
"In the future, show me some respect. I should be the main wife. You're still a bit too green, little girl."
March 7th stomped her foot in anger at Herta's words but couldn't find any reason to refute them. She could only follow Herta sullenly out of the arena.
...
Daziel was dragged all the way by Sparkle to the howling winds of Everwinter Hill.
The biting wind felt like knives cutting his cheeks, clearing his head considerably and allowing him to see his surroundings.
He shook his groggy head forcefully, looked around at the environment, and his heart sank with a strong sense of foreboding.
No way, here?!
Damn it, in this godforsaken place...
He tried hard to recall the original plot, vaguely remembering this seemed to be the location of the final battle with Hook. But why choose this dump of a place to do that kind of thing with Sparkle?
Sparkle seemed to sense Daziel's strong inner resistance and confusion, letting out a light, bell-like laugh.
"Although I don't know why Aha specifically told me to choose here either, just bear with it obediently. Anyway, we're both Pathstriders. This bit of wind and snow is, at most, a little cold for us. It won't kill us."
Daziel clenched his jaw, forcing himself to calm down and think hard about a way to escape.
Sparkle stopped, turned around, and studied Daziel with interest.
She extended a slender finger, nail polished red, and gently poked the 'baseball bat' at Daziel's waist. The motion was soft, like a lover's tease, but her tone carried a subtle hint of danger.
"What, is our Lord Savior scared?"
"Who said I'm scared? I was just thinking about how to make a brat like you kneel and beg for mercy later." Daziel could speak normally now.
He took a deep breath of the icy air, trying to straighten his posture and overwhelm Sparkle with his presence.
"Hoh hoh hoh, is that so? Then it seems the one who should be scared is me."
Sparkle giggled charmingly, once again pulling out a strangely shaped mini-camera from behind her back like a magic trick.
She waved it playfully in front of Daziel.
"Get ready for pictures, it's the same model as your little girlfriend's. Hope you like it."
Sparkle's tone was light, as if discussing something perfectly normal, even amusing.
"Relax, I'll treasure this scene forever."
Daziel looked at the cold lens, a chill rising within him.
"Alright, now I should tell you my plan. There's something you might not even know yourself, which is—"
Sparkle slowly closed the distance to Daziel, her warm breath hissing like a snake's tongue by his ear.
"If you really do that kind of thing with me, and you ultimately come... then all your previous efforts will completely vanish into thin air. The meme contamination will erupt massively like a volcano, Boom! Isn't that fun?"
"Letting this silver planet host a party of the same color, perfectly normal, right?"
Daziel's face instantly turned incredibly ugly, covered by an unshakable gloom. "You... what benefit do you possibly get from doing this?"
However, as soon as Daziel said this, he immediately regretted it. How could he be foolish enough to seek logic from a Masked Fool lunatic? Especially this woman, Sparkle...
"For fun, of course! What else could it be for?" Sparkle, just as he expected, gave an utterly absurd yet entirely truthful answer.
"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle. After all, you're a toy I worked hard to get."
She contentedly admired Daziel's extremely ugly expression, smiling even more happily, the two beauty marks by the corners of her eyes trembling along.
"Toy?" Daziel's brow furrowed tightly.
The word made him extremely uncomfortable.
Sparkle tilted her head, seeming to seriously ponder something, then spoke again.
"What, don't you like that name? Then... how about 'pet'?"
Her tone was mocking, full of playfulness.
"Or, 'slave'? Hmm... none seem quite right. 'Toy' really is the most fitting."
Daziel seethed with anger, but the binding rules were like invisible shackles, holding him fast, leaving him unable to resist, only able to watch helplessly as Sparkle acted wantonly before him.
As if no one else was around, Sparkle set up the camera tripod, adjusted the angle, aimed the lens at Daziel, and skillfully started the recording function.
"Well then, our great Lord Savior, please strike a pose. Let's officially begin this highly commemorative performance!"
"I simply can't wait to witness firsthand what a spectacular sight it will be when you completely break down."
Her eyes shone with a morbid excitement, her lips curving into a chilling smile, as if about to begin a grand, dark performance meant only for her and Daziel.
Then, under Daziel's despairing gaze, Sparkle unhesitatingly reached out, pulled down his pants, revealing your cock, and then leaned down reverently to kiss it.
Your wet lips marking your glans with your light pink lipstick.
Daziel's face grew increasingly ugly, even taking on a suppressed, liver-like color.
This brat, she must have encountered this kind of indecent stuff often, right? Sparkle's technique was clearly more than a level higher than Lynx and Sis Asta before her; the difference was like heaven and earth.
The way her tongue circled his glans and how she managed to take his full length into her mouth, along with the gentle massage of his balls, kept pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Daziel's baseball bat had reached maximum charge, seeming about to lose control completely in the next second.
But he was still desperately holding on, teeth clenched, veins bulging on his forehead, every muscle in his body strained to the limit.
If he slackened now, all his previous efforts would be utterly wasted, turning to dust!
As if sensing it, Sparkle increased the speed at which she swallowed his penis, her tight throat massaging his member, her eyes never leaving Daziel's, always with that mischievous, lewd little smile.
Hold on!
I absolutely must hold on...! Daziel screamed frantically inside his heart.
Just at this critical juncture, teetering on the brink, where edging failure seemed imminent at any moment...
A young but angry little girl's voice suddenly exploded across the silent snowfield:
"Bad woman! Let go of Big Brother Daziel right now!"
Daziel and Sparkle both jolted, whipping their heads around. That jolt almost made Daziel lose it.
Looking in the direction of the voice, a familiar figure came into view: a small body bundled in a thick down jacket, a wide felt hat covering half her face, short and round—who else could it be but Hook?
Hook's small figure, like an enraged little beast, charged forward aggressively on her short legs, her face filled with anxiety and fury, tiny fists clenched tight as if wanting to tear Sparkle to pieces.
"Hook?!" Daziel exclaimed, his voice full of shock, surprise, and an indescribable mix of complex emotions.
"Hook, why are you here? Close your eyes quickly! This... this isn't a place for a child like you!"
He incoherently tried to stop Hook from approaching, afraid that someone as innocent as her would be tainted by the "adult world" before her, leaving an indelible scar.
Just then, Herta and March 7th also walked over slowly.
Herta's expression remained indifferent, as if everything was within her expectations, under control. She merely glanced casually at the furiously charging little Hook.
"Relax, Daziel. Before coming here, I already applied special blurring to her perception. What she sees now is just a mosaic of human figures. She can roughly tell who is who, like looking at flowers in fog or the moon in water. It absolutely won't leave any unpleasant impression."
Hearing Herta's words, Daziel's tense nerves relaxed slightly.
Sparkle, meanwhile, was now studying the sudden arrivals with interest, the same irreverent smile still playing on her lips.
She nimbly got up from Daziel, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. Then, she leaned down and gently tidied Daziel's slightly messy clothes, paying particular attention to tightening the crucial belt area, as if making a statement.
"My my, isn't it Sister Herta and Sister March 7th? What brings your esteemed selves here?"
Sparkle spoke in a sweet, affected voice while slowly tidying up, raising her head towards the approaching Herta and March 7th:
"I'm your new reserve sister, you know. But our husband hasn't completely finished yet. Why don't you two join in too? Let's become sisters sharing the same bed, okay?"
She deliberately enunciated the word "husband" very clearly. Her words were flippant and bold, simply astounding, as if inviting the two sisters to join a ridiculously absurd carnival party.
Hearing this, an icy curve formed on Herta's lips. The surrounding air instantly grew colder.
"Of course not." She spat out the two words coldly, like icy blades, her tone filled with unquestionable authority and dominance.
"Seeing as you know nothing, I'll kindly tell you this: this harem is now run by me, Herta. And right now, I really dislike you masked types, whose heads are filled with nothing but boring fun."
Hearing this, Sparkle, far from getting angry, burst into even more wanton, charming laughter, clear and pleasant like silver bells, echoing across the cold snowfield.
"Oh my, why must sister be so stingy? Isn't having another sister good? Everyone together, lively and bustling, so much fun! Just add me, please~"
She deliberately softened her tone, acting cute and spoiled, her voice soft, sweet, and sticky, as if she were truly just an innocent, naive little girl with no ulterior motives.
However, Herta remained completely unmoved. Her purple eyes were still cold as ice, her tone carrying undisguised contempt and ridicule.
"Even if you really want in, you'll have to start as my foot-washing servant girl. Someone who doesn't even qualify to get into bed dares to spout such nonsense here?"
Herta's dominance and coldness formed a sharp, intense contrast with Sparkle's charm and flippancy. An invisible smell of gunpowder filled the air; the tense atmosphere was about to ignite.
The smile on Sparkle's face stiffened slightly, an imperceptible flash of anger in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her previous irreverent, mocking expression.
"Sister talks so big now, but you'll be eating humble pie later. Don't forget, this is Belobog. And you're just a woman too, you're also affected by this meme."
She deliberately lowered her voice, leaning close to Herta with a hint of threat.
"If your real body were here, I might be slightly wary. A mere puppet body... hmph hmph, sister, your current appearance of being fierce on the outside but timid on the inside is looking a bit laughable~"
Sparkle clearly didn't take Herta's puppet seriously at all.
Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Herta's eyes, but she quickly resumed her calm and composed demeanor.
"If an Emanator of Joy from the tavern had come today, I might have considered coming in person. Unfortunately, it's just a little brat like you who can't make it onto the main stage. So there's absolutely no need."
"Oh? And where does sister's confidence come from?" Sparkle raised an eyebrow, asking with interest, seemingly trying to see through Herta's hidden hand.
Just then, Hook, who had been silent, suddenly puffed out her small chest proudly and declared in a proud, childish voice:
"It comes from me, of course, bad woman! Daring to ignore the great Lord Hook is simply unforgivable!"
Hook's little finger pointed straight at Sparkle, her eyes shining fearlessly.
"Uncle Sampo already told me how to fight a bad guy like you! My age is special! I'm not affected by these messy memes! As long as I fight an Aetherium Wars battle, it can completely override these... these weird rules!"
Hook's words were childish, yet they landed with weight, full of a child's innocence and confidence.
Only rules can fight rules!
The special content of the 18+ world can never defeat the invisible hand of the rating system.
Have you ever heard of an ancient beast called the 'River Crab'? It's said that even the Aeon 'Gluttony', also an ancient beast, is no match for the River Crab. Terrifying indeed.
If one is not careful, the 'River Crab' will join forces with another ancient beast called the 'Audit Crane' and mercilessly devour everything in Daziel's world.
Shortest a month, longest permanently gone, without a trace.
Bailu, Hook, and Arlan are undoubtedly walkers on this 'River Crab' Path. They absolutely cannot be messed with by other women!
"Pfft!"
Sparkle, hearing Hook's words—so full of childish babble yet seemingly containing some profound truth—first froze for a moment. Then she couldn't hold back anymore, clutching her stomach and bursting into raucous laughter, bending back and forth.
"Hahahaha, little brat, do you think sister is stupid? Why would I fight an Aether Duel with you?"
Sparkle laughed until she swayed, tears almost streaming down her face.
Hook was thoroughly enraged by Sparkle's unrestrained mockery. Her already flushed little face turned purple with anger.
She stomped her foot furiously and shouted huffily:
"Bad woman! Who wants to fight you! I'm not looking for you! I want to fight Big Brother Daziel!"
Hook said, turning her head and shouting loudly at Daziel:
"Big Brother Daziel! Quick, have an Aether Duel with me! Don't be controlled by this bad woman!"
Sparkle apparently hadn't expected this twist, thinking Hook wanted to challenge her. Hearing these words, she clenched her silver teeth, her delicate face twisting slightly, her previously sweet voice deepening.
"You people... really gave me an unexpected surprise!"
Hook ignored her, excitedly waving the Aether Coin in her hand, urging, "Big Brother Daziel, hurry! Now's the time!"
Daziel clenched his jaw, gathered all his strength into his fingertips, forcefully threw the coin, and roared: "Topaz! Come out!"
A golden light instantly bloomed, and the familiar Trotter image leaped into view.
However, the light blooming from Hook's Aether Coin was dim and weak. A most basic, initial Aether Spirit with almost no combat power appeared clumsily on the field.
Daziel paused slightly, a flash of doubt in his eyes—could it be that in this timeline, Hook hadn't really played Aetherium Wars much?
The thought was fleeting; he had no time for deep consideration. The priority was escaping this predicament.
"Topaz, use Tackle!" He gave the command without hesitation. Topaz (the Trotter) turned into a golden streak of light, ramming straight towards Hook's Aether Spirit with an air of effortless ease.
"Thump!" A dull sound, as if something shattered.
As Hook's Aether Spirit dissolved into specks of light, Daziel suddenly felt his body lighten. The invisible binding force instantly disintegrated, vanishing without a trace.
Sparkle's features seemed frozen, shock and disbelief surging like a tide in the depths of her eyes.
Daziel flexed his wrist, the bones cracking crisply, feeling the freedom of regaining control over his body.
A playful smile touched Daziel's lips. He slowly adjusted the position of his belt.
"You seemed to be saying just now, that you were very interested in this baseball bat of mine?"
Hearing this, Sparkle's pretty face darkened, anger flashing in her eyes, but she forced a smile, her tone fierce yet inwardly timid.
"Heh, what, you want another Aether Duel with me? Dream on! Even if we fought ten more times, someone like you without stats could never be my opponent!"
March 7th crossed her arms, mimicking Sparkle's earlier tone, deliberately drawing out her words sarcastically,
"Oh my my, little hottie with the revealing clothes, do you really think us sisters are idiots? In this situation, why would Daziel stupidly fight another Aether Duel with you?"
Herta's long fingers rose slightly, pointing at Sparkle. Her voice was still calm, yet carried a chilling deterrence.
"In Aether Duel, you cheat, we can't beat you. In a real fight, we still can't beat you? Daziel, what are you standing there for? Mount her for me!"
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