Chapter 128: Solomon's Sisters

1: Cross-Plane Teleportation: Teleport to a designated plane using equivalent energy.

2: Cross-Plane Communication: Can communicate across star systems, with energy consumption depending on spacetime distance.

3: Living Cargo Space: Can accommodate up to three hundred thousand creatures below Level One.

Level One Life Tier creatures: up to thirty thousand.

Level Two Life Tier creatures: up to three thousand.

Level Three Life Tier creatures: up to three hundred at Level Three peak; demigod-level beings on the Divine Ascension Stairway: up to thirty.

4: Slave Brand: Creatures entering the space will be subtly modified by the slave brand, unknowingly becoming the host's slaves.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder they were so generous. Without spacetime coordinates, where would I even teleport to? Cross-system communication, never mind that."

"Only the living cargo capacity and the latent enslavement effect are somewhat interesting."

"One person is a legion!?"

Fulade shook his head; this treasure was, overall, somewhat underwhelming.

"Kid, don't be ungrateful. You and that Kryptonian are both blind fools!"

A voice rang out in his mind.

"Rose!" The moment he heard the voice, Fulade froze.

"You were watching the whole time?" Fulade said in surprise.

Click-clack! Click-clack! The sound of transparent crystal heels gently tapping the ground rang out; even his heartbeat seemed affected, its rhythm beginning to falter.

"Ah~~ A strange demigod-level biological aura suddenly appeared—of course I had to come out and take a look."

"Though you lack discernment, you did well this time. With these technologies as reference, the Dark World can accumulate its foundation at a much faster pace and complete the transformation of plane promotion."

Fulade looked at Rose, who was gently yawning, her rosy little mouth opening and closing, offering both praise and disparagement:

"Does this armlet have some other special function!?" Fulade's eyes lit up as he said excitedly.

"The reason this armlet has remained at the Law Divine Artifact stage even after hundreds of thousands of years is not because it was perfectly preserved, but because it dropped in tier!"

Rose curled her pale, slender fingers, took it and examined it closely for a moment: "Sure enough, hundreds of thousands of years ago, this should have been a quasi-World Secret Treasure-tier artifact! It's just a pity that the law's origin has severely depleted, and many of its functions have already failed."

"Tsk tsk~ Fortunately that Kryptonian didn't know its true worth. Equipment like this, which has touched the World Secret Treasure tier, still has hope of restoration in the future."

Rose stuck out her small, upturned tongue, licked her rosy lips, and handed the armlet back to Fulade.

"Then how do we restore it?"

Facing Fulade's burning gaze, Rose giggled and beckoned him with her finger: "Come here~"

"I'm not telling you!"

Just as Fulade leaned toward Rose, she extended her smooth little foot—one kick! Watching Fulade, whom she had kicked out of the Sea of Consciousness space, Rose said, looking somewhat satisfied: "Hmph, disturbing my mind all day! I've wanted to beat you up for a long time."

Rose placed her hands on her hips; on her pale, pretty face, for some reason, a flush of red spread across it.

She bit down on her little fang, as if still not quite satisfied.

On the other side, Fulade, kicked out of the mental Sea of Consciousness, was dazed for a moment, still unclear on how exactly he had offended Spider Queen Rose.

He shook his head, placed the Law Armlet on his left forearm, and as energy poured in, the armlet vanished, fusing with his arm.

That night, Fulade, in a good mood, gave Cretia a thorough reward.

Under her deliberate accommodation, it wasn't until the sky grew light that Fulade finally released the plump, alluring figure from his embrace.

Scattered strands of black hair clung in wisps to her sweat-covered cheeks.

Her pale blue, misty eyes were filled with an expression of both satisfaction and distress, seemingly dissatisfied with her own earlier performance.

Her sharply rising and falling fair body flushed a rosy pink, her trembling fullness gently swaying. This made Fulade, who had just finished the battle but was not yet fully satisfied, stir with desire once more.

As if noticing this subtle change, Cretia muttered something under her breath and hurriedly turned her head away in shyness.

Hearing this, Fulade's appetite was thoroughly aroused.

Without hesitation, he stepped back onto the bed; with a painful whimper, a yoga class on an entirely new track began once more.

The next day at noon.

Cretia, limping and wearing a look of resentful longing, reluctantly disembarked from the Floating Ship.

Disembarking alongside Cretia was a squad of personal guards led by Angelique.

In due course, once the subsequent diplomatic negotiators were in place, Angelique would, under Cretia's introduction, go to the Northern Witches' Council to discuss joining the Dark Council.

………

"My lord, we have arrived at Moor Forest."

The voice of Solomon's older sister, Chris, came from outside.

As the captain's cabin door opened.

Chris walked in, wearing a modified, very sexy and short two-piece black Magic Robe.

The short skirt hem revealed a section of enticing, pale, tender thigh; with light, graceful steps, she swayed her sexy waist, walking with deep affection toward Fulade seated in the wide chair.

Looking closer, a small head with golden hair was bobbing up and down.

An equally sexy and short Magic Robe was draped loosely over her body.

The neckline in front had fallen open, the beautiful scenery fully visible.

A large, slender, powerful hand was currently resting on the small head, while sounds of praise occasionally came from his mouth.

"Marilyn, you've made progress these past two days. Your brother likes it very much."

Hearing the praise from the person she admired coming from above, Solomon's younger sister Marilyn's misty, unfocused eyes grew even more enchanting; her seductive gaze looked at Fulade, brimming with full adoration.

Three years had passed; by now the two sisters had shed their former immaturity and become all the more mature and sexy.

Over these three years, since Fulade rarely went out, the two sisters naturally had few opportunities to be with him; this rare chance to come out once more had been something they had longed for with eager anticipation.

If Cretia hadn't suddenly cut in halfway, the two sisters would have already offered themselves to him.

Compared to her younger sister Marilyn's sweet and cute demeanor, though the two sisters looked alike, the older sister Chris came across as much more coldly alluring.

Looking at older sister Keli Si, she lifted her pale, tender little hand, brushed the slightly wavy hair by her ear, her face coldly beautiful yet bearing a flattering admiration toward Fulade, and slowly squatted down.

At that moment, the impression of the two sisters, in Fulade's memory, inevitably deepened a few degrees.

A moment later, looking at the two little heads with hair colors—one golden, one chestnut—each different, rising and falling alternately.

Fulade couldn't help but feel excited and lifted the two sisters onto the table.

They started a prize-guessing activity of twenty thousand words plus another twenty thousand words.

This made Cinderella, who had come looking for the two sisters to chat, blush and become flustered.

At this point, it was already two days later.

After several days of getting along, Cinderella had already formed a good friendship with the two sisters.

Moreover, older sister Keli Si now also held the role of Cinderella's enlightenment mentor.

……Enlightenment!?

(End of Chapter)