Chapter 82: Eight-Foot Girl Akina (Second Watch Pleads for Subscriptions!!)

Fulade, withdrawing his gaze, blinked wearily and looked toward the Eight-Foot Girl inside who had not yet finished her prayer.

A hint of doubt flashed in Fulade's eyes.

When Fulade listened carefully, he discovered that the girl was actually conversing with his statue.

Fulade's gaze examined everything before him with astonishment.

"This girl is truly peculiar."

However, after Fulade heard the Eight-Foot Girl's self‑monologue.

He then understood that the girl felt an extreme inferiority because of her abnormal height and build.

Thus she had few friends, or even if she had, they isolated and alienated her due to her unusual stature.

Consequently, the extremely insecure girl rarely left her room, fearing others' hostility or strange looks.

This explains why her complexion is so pale and why she talks to a statue.

Having heard all this, Fulade let out a sigh, feeling a trace of pity for her plight.

"Who…!" a slightly weak voice suddenly rang out.

The girl looked out the window with a terrified expression.

One must remember this is a three‑story castle dozens of meters high—how could anyone be there?

Fulade watched the Eight-Foot Girl, her trembling, fleshy body, and under her panicked stare she tightly grasped the Demon statue held aloft before her, looking frantic.

He couldn't help but say, "Girl, haven't you been talking to me all along?"

Hearing this, the girl dropped the Demon statue she was holding as panic seized her.

When she saw the Demon statue emitting a faint glow, the Eight-Foot Girl finally recovered from her panic.

"You… are you speaking to me again?" the girl trembled, her hands tightly shielding her chest that seemed about to burst through her clothes, making the pale peaks even more towering.

Seeing those trembling peaks, Fulade was momentarily stunned, thinking perhaps this had reached the human limit.

"Girl, I am a god born of the God of Blood and Fire, representing rebirth and ruin in the world; your devotion moves me, I pity you, and grant you the power to break darkness."

Fulade, once revived and twice familiar, directly without asking for money, was coaxing this evidently still very naive Eight-Foot Girl.

Looking at the strange aura emitted by the statue before him, he combined his awe and imagination of divinity.

The girl instantly believed Fulade's words.

She hurriedly cupped the deity‑representing statue with both hands and carefully placed it back on the table.

A glimmer named Hope flashed in her eyes, and she asked nervously, "Sir, can you really help me fulfill my wish~"

"Of course, I am an all‑powerful god; you only need to serve me wholeheartedly, believe in me, and I can grant you everything you desire."

A strange red gleam flashed in Fulade's eyes, and his voice was full of temptation.

As Fulade opened the window, a gust of cold wind swept into the room.

The girl realized that, at some point, a handsome man was already standing inside her room.

When the girl, panicked, tried to shout loudly, a familiar voice suddenly came from the stranger's mouth.

"Girl, have you already stopped recognizing me so quickly~"

The moment the voice sounded, the girl instantly knew who stood before her.

"Y‑you… are the God of Blood and Fire!?" the Eight-Foot Girl opened her rosy lips, looking astonished.

"Indeed, I am the God of Blood and Fire, Fulade Dracula; as my most faithful follower, I naturally appear in person to answer you."

"Oh my, I am actually your most faithful follower, I… I am so delighted." the girl covered her mouth, unable to speak.

This time Fulade did not deceive the girl; among his few hundred followers, the girl's thread of faith was the brightest.

This may be because the girl is too simple, with few distracting thoughts.

Consider it a general among the short ones.

Watching the girl's white waves tremble with excitement.

Fulade's eyes narrowed, then, a little dazed, he said, "Tell me your name, girl."

Facing this deity who had just begun to appear as a miracle of her new faith, the girl naively believed it was her devotion that moved him.

Thus, with a delighted expression, she instantly said, "I, I am Akina Timistreku, I have just turned seventeen this year, my divine lord."

After speaking, the Eight-Foot Girl Akina unconsciously twitched her fingers and, a little nervous, asked Fulade, "Sir, could you make me an ordinary girl? My physique constantly troubles me, making me feel oppressed, fearful, even unable to breathe."

Facing the girl who, after standing, was taller than she had imagined.

Fulade did not answer immediately, but said to the girl, "Girl, you are so beautiful and unique; are you sure you want to turn yourself into an unremarkable ordinary girl?"

"Sir, you say I am beautiful, but…" the girl found the compliment hard to believe.

"But others' gazes make you feel fear and inferiority! They ostracize and alienate you, right?" Fulade said.

The girl's tone grew low, "Yes, they look at me as if I were a monster; such looks make me scared and insecure."

"Akina, squat down."

Hearing Fulade's request, Akina obediently squatted.

The already voluptuous figure, at the moment the girl squatted, her graceful waist and the pair of plump, perfect peaches seemed about to burst free from the dress, tightening the white nightgown so tightly it looked as if it would shatter at any moment.

Fulade, without showing emotion, glanced and reached toward the top of her head.

Under her nervous, hopeful, and slightly shy gaze, he said:

"Akina, your beauty is beyond doubt, but the mundane world does not know how to appreciate it.

To completely dispel the illusion lies in whether you have the courage to break yourself."

Seeing the girl's delicate face with bewildered eyes, Fulade continued:

"I can give you the power to break the illusion, even alter your physique, but in exchange, will you serve me for life and worship me?"

At that moment, Akina's gaze was resolute; without hesitation she nodded, "I, Akina, am willing to become the most loyal servant of the God of Blood and Fire, dedicating my life to you."

At the end of her words, Fulade clearly saw Akina's thread of spiritual faith instantly brighten and solidify.

Strands of barely discernible Faith Power, clearly surpassing those of the others.

If faith levels were divided into: casual believers, true believers, devout believers, and Fanatic Believers, these several ranks.

At this moment, Akiya clearly stood a notch above the others, just barely touching the edge of a devout believer.

And in the entire true believer rank, besides Cinderella, there were no more than three or five scattered individuals.

Facing this sudden surge of additional power, Fulade seemed to have found another path—one that could strengthen his own abilities and climb toward the summit.

Looking at the girl before him, her face full of devotion, her gaze fixed firmly upon him, Fulade responded:

"Very well, Akina. You will feel boundless pride in the choice you have made today!"

As his words fell, Fulade extended his slender fingers and gently lifted Akina's delicate, full chin.

In her shy yet burning and resolute gaze, Fulade bared a pair of sharp fangs and leaned to kiss her fair neck.

From the perspective of the eight-foot-tall girl Akina, she only felt that after the deity she worshipped kissed her neck,

A surge of transcendent ecstasy rushed over her like a surging tide.

As if in this moment, she had ascended to heaven, drifting among soft clouds, and the next moment as if floating on the sea, swaying with the waves.

Not until the deity left her fair neck did that feeling of transcendence gradually begin to fade.

An alluring soft moan slipped from her rosy lips.

Her pale skin was now suffused with an eerie flush.

The patter of dripping water suddenly reached her ears.

When Akina opened her eyes, wisps of coolness rose from beneath her skirt.

The girl instantly flushed crimson and lowered her head. Though she did not know what it was, for such a thing to happen before her deity gave the girl the illusion of having committed blasphemy.

Akina gathered her courage, lifted her crimson-draped chin, and with starry eyes hazy with intoxication, looked at Fulade and said:

"My deity, I have sinned. I do not know why this happened. I beg for your forgiveness."

Looking at the girl's pitiful appearance as she begged for forgiveness, Fulade spoke from above: "Tell me, how should I punish you?"

"I—I don't know, but I am willing to accept any punishment, I only ask to receive my deity's forgiveness," Akina's voice trembled, yet was incomparably firm.

Looking at the girl's resolute eyes, Fulade could not help but marvel at the power of faith.

"Akina, I know that in such a state, it was not something you could control, but having committed a blasphemous act, you must inevitably be punished."

"Well then, I shall punish you by making you a priestess who preaches and spreads the gospel for me," Fulade said with a smile, looking at the anxious girl.

Hearing such a request from her deity, Akina was stunned for a moment, then instantly recalled the words her deity had spoken earlier, and said with a face full of emotion:

"My deity, I am willing to accept your punishment. I know you wish for me to break through my own delusions, which is why you have given such a punishment. Thank you for your mercy."

Looking at the girl who knelt on the ground with genuine sincerity, Fulade clearly felt that her faith in him had risen considerably.

What a truly innocent girl.

At the same time, he gained a deeper understanding of the blindness and trust that believers displayed when facing the deity they worshipped.

The girl had previously been too self-conscious to step forward, yet now, because of a single sentence from the deity she believed in, she bravely took that step.

Fulade found it truly difficult to judge the merits and flaws of a faith system.

But for the current Fulade, the benefits absolutely outweighed the drawbacks—he simply needed to plan it out carefully.

Looking at Akina's increasingly devout gaze, a wicked smile crept to the corner of Fulade's mouth as he pointed at the noticeably larger bed and said: "Remove your bindings, and I shall grant you the power to break through your delusions."

The girl was clearly taken aback for a moment, but upon meeting the irresistible gaze of her deity, she still chose to obey.

As she gently removed the silky white bindings, a pale, smooth body, set off by the moonlight, seemed to emit a hazy white glow.

The girl shyly shielded her trembling fair skin and turned toward the bed. Beneath her soft, graceful waist, plump peaches quivered with each step, as if beckoning to you.

The corners of Fulade's mouth, hidden in shadow, quietly curled upward.

Beneath her shy gaze that dared not look directly at him, he walked slowly toward her.

(End of this chapter)