Chapter 2404

The crow landed lightly on the windowsill of Baron Henli's lounge, its ruby‑like eyes turning, icy gaze sweeping the room.

Henli irritably tore open the jewel fastening at his collar, cursing under his breath at the low‑born youth who ruined his plans and the meddlesome Samuer.

The crow slipped in through the windowsill, and the moment it landed, black mist rose; Heiyuan, with ink‑black hair and blood‑red eyes, brandishing a short dagger, appeared behind Henli.

"Henli… Uncle."

Samuer called out in a deliberately raised boyish tone, evoking the blood and hatred of his memory.

Henli startled, turned his head and saw Heiyuan, as if recalling something, and tried to turn and shout in terror.

Jin Chen waited outside, hesitating whether to show himself, when suddenly at the end of the corridor a holy knight squad noticed, their armor clanking as they prepared to charge forward.

He raised his brow slightly, snapped his fingers, and mist welled up.

Within the mist, countless distorted passages seemed to exist; the knights instantly lost their sense of direction, as if trapped in an endless labyrinth, only able to spin uselessly in place, their armor clashing in chaotic confusion.

Henli's servant flung the door open, letting out a terrified cry, "A… a black mage! Come, someone help!"

Samuer's figure flickered, he pulled open the door, about to flee into the shadows, but collided head‑on with Jin Chen.

Samuer lifted his eyes in surprise; the man wore a familiar face, yet evil to an almost monstrous degree.

Jin Chen's blood‑red lips curled into an arc, giving him no time to react, and he pulled the Samuer, whose whole body exuded icy killing intent, into his embrace.

"Shh." Jin Chen whispered in his ear, then snapped his fingers again.

They vanished in an instant, only Jin Chen conjuring a crow that guided everyone to search in another direction.

Samuer felt the scenery before him warp and shift at breakneck speed.

When he steadied his gaze, he found himself brought to a secluded corner of the Prince's Mansion rear garden.

Tall trellises and expanses of roses formed a natural barrier, shutting out the distant clamor; only a little‑angel‑shaped fountain trickled, its water clear and bright.

Jin Chen lowered his head, gazing up close at the uncertain red eyes of the person in his arms; his handsome, evil visage exuded a deadly allure.

"You are…" Samuer dared not admit.

His voice low and magnetic, like a demon's temptation, he said, "I am the Dark Evil God, Jin Chen."

Forced to look at Jin Chen, Samuer felt a throbbing never before experienced, a hundred times stronger than when facing… the Father God.

His blood seemed to boil in an instant, then freeze the next moment.

He instinctively tried to turn his head away from that scorching, piercing gaze, but his body stiffened, unable to move.

By the windowsill, Samuer's true self also grew flustered by this sudden intense throbbing, his glass‑like face showing some fragility.

No… this is a betrayal of the Father God.

He must immediately recall his doppelganger.

In the rear garden corner, the doppelganger's eyes flashed with blood‑red light; his body began to turn illusory, straining to break free of Jin Chen's embrace and return to his true form.

"Trying to run?" A dangerous glint flashed in Jin Chen's blood‑red eyes as he shoved the Samuer in his arms onto the flowerbed behind him.

Samuer's black hair fanned out; beneath him lay soft roses, above him drooping blossoms—a scene both heart‑pounding and fraught with taboo.

Jin Chen's slender fingers lifted Samuer's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze, his whisper like a murmur from the mortal realm: "Do you know what wicked deeds you've done? My…"

"Little follower."

Samuer stubbornly tried to turn his head again, but Jin Chen held him down and pressed his lips to his.

Jin Chen's kiss was forceful and deep, not merely a entwining of lips and teeth; dark divine power surged in through the intertwining of mouth and tongue.

In an instant, Samuer felt the deepest string of his soul snap utterly, swept by a more terrifying throbbing, so much that he wished… to offer his very soul as sacrifice.

It seemed he was born to belong to the abyss, to the deity before him who commands endless darkness.

All of Samuer's resistance crumbled; his body went limp involuntarily, and broken sobs escaped his throat.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +30, total now 48!】

Jin Chen felt satisfied sensing Samuer's response in his arms.

He deepened the kiss; Samuer's icy lips gradually took on a scorching warmth, his eyes holding only a hazy obsession and glistening moisture, breathtakingly beautiful.

Jin Chen pulled back slightly, leaving a searing kiss imprinted on Samuer's sensitive neck.

The cool, snow‑white skin was sucked and kissed, leaving an ambiguous red mark; a few crushed deep‑red rose petals stuck to it, making that patch of skin even more alluring.

Jin Chen's palm, through the clothing, slowly rubbed Samuel's taut, slender, supple waistline.

At the same time, in front of the semicircular window table in the room.

Samuel's true form maintained a dignified posture, his holy robe pure white, his blond hair hanging down, his eyelids half‑closed in the sunlight.

Yet his fair cheeks uncontrollably flushed, his tightly shut lips bitten hard by his teeth, leaving deep tooth marks.

His senses were forcibly split in two.

One half clearly caught the nobles' chatting and laughing downstairs on the lawn, the servants' hurried footsteps, and the splashing of the fountain.

It was noisy, belonging to the light, the clamor of all beings.

The other half, however, was forced to truly endure everything that his doppelgänger was experiencing in the corner of the rear garden.

Scorching lips and tongues entwined, the searing suck on the side of the neck sent waves of numbness.

And there was the suffocating throb constantly pulling his soul downward.

Samuel's pure white eyelashes were tightly shut, trembling violently, gradually soaked by the welling tears, silently rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

The rear garden's flowerbed.

Jin Chen's lips finally left the ravished, crimson side of the neck, then gently kissed away the moisture seeping from the corner of Samuel's eye.

Samuel swayed between the murky sinking of consciousness and the pain of wakefulness.

The rich throb made him almost instinctively stretch out his arms to embrace Jin Chen.

He lifted his fragile neck, his blood‑filled eyes full of bewildered mist and deep sorrow, his voice broken and confused.

"Father god? No… you are not the father god… why?"

Why would he feel such a strong throbbing toward the dark evil god, even surpassing his throbbing for the light god?

Could it be that... my faith in the Father God has been impure from the very beginning?

This realization made Samuel's chest feel as if it had been twisted by a sharp blade, and Tears fell even more.

Jin Chen gazed at the pained, bewildered look of the person in his arms, feeling pity in his heart; he lifted a rose petal that had somehow clung to Samuel's hair with his fingertips, and lightly pressed it against the slightly swollen lips that had been kissed.

Samuel instinctively and obediently opened his mouth, rolled the petal in, and held it there.

The petal carried a strange fragrance and the coolness of dark divine power, seemingly soothing his soul's agitation a little.

"I can be anyone, my Samuel."

Jin Chen whispered in his ear, "As long as you need."