Chapter 102: Tasting the Tribute

In the empty, icy mansion, three breathtakingly beautiful, ethereal young women sat tense on the sofa.

Each of these three possessed grace, physique, beauty, and flawless skin unmatched in human society.

They were selected by official personnel from image archives—after multiple rounds of nationwide screening, one in a million out of at least one million candidates, among the New Nation’s Top Hundred Beauties.

Their ages ranged from eighteen to twenty-five, and most pursued careers in modeling, dance, or opera.

Since childhood, praise from those around them had drowned them.

At first glance, everyone understood this was unmistakably a woman of extraordinary beauty.

Raised in this environment, they knew full well the resources their beauty afforded them.

Of course, they also saw the path ahead of them.

A lonely old age, or becoming a caged golden bird for the superpowered—there was no third choice.

Because of their beauty, they could easily obtain patronage with hidden agendas.

Yet because of their beauty, no ordinary person dared approach them.

Such high-quality beauties were not meant for ordinary people; true beauty itself was a duty in the New Nation.

These beauties were like premium tribute goods—rare, meant solely for offering to heaven and gods.

The superpowered, towering above the masses, looked down upon mortals like deities.

When the mood struck, they would select a fine tribute to quench their thirst.

Such tribute, even if it rotted, must not be touched by others.

If a mortal had bitten into the tribute before the deity did, or if even a trace of damage was found, it was a grave offense to the gods.

Thus, superpowered seeking women was like sweeping for mines—one sweep, and a hundred died.

The gods did not want only the women themselves, but every close opposite-sex associate around them.

Sometimes, in rage, they might strike multiple targets.

For instance, first kill the man who touched the tribute, then his nine clans, even the woman’s parents and teachers.

How do you even raise children, letting them fall in love so carelessly?

Now the peaches are spoiled—can’t be eaten! You’re all dead.

In such mine-sweeping searches, it was not unheard of for a single incident to claim over a hundred lives.

Thus, to this day, throughout the New Nation, every lower-class citizen held an unspoken rule.

Do not get too close to those of exceptional beauty; do not linger your gaze on them too long.

Think of your family—you cannot bear the consequences.

Until now, none of these beauties had any close opposite-sex relatives or friends, for no one dared such audacious transgression.

Not only these beauties—even Fang Can, with his looks, was the same before his powers were revealed.

Fang Can had long been silently regarded by classmates and teachers as a male Yubei member of some female superpowered’s harem, with no close friends of either gender.

After all, which aunt wouldn’t be dazzled by a brother like him?

This morning, these women learned their time for tribute had come.

Thinking of what was to come, their hearts held little joy—only dread and fear for the future.

Divine grace is vast as the sea! Divine wrath is hellish as the abyss! The Heavenly Will is unfathomable!

Before arriving, they had only been told by staff to obey the superpowered’s orders—everything else was unknown.

To dedicate their entire lives to some unknown superpowered lord—unfamiliar in appearance, personality, and especially preferences—

What if he enjoyed things that couldn’t be approved? Their future life might be worse than death.

Even the one summoning them might not be male—it could be an older woman jealous of their youth and beauty, eager to torment them.

Thus, before meeting the master, fear and dread far outweighed any hope of being chosen.

It was like a blind-box life game—no one knew if they’d draw a reward or a punishment.

“Creak!”

With a soft sound, the door slowly opened, and a figure walked in slowly.

The moment the door opened, they knew the blind box of fate was about to be opened.

Instantly, they rose from the sofa, bowing together toward the door: “Welcome, Lord, home.”

As they spoke, their eyes respectfully fixed on the floor, seeing only the figure’s silhouette blocking the sunlight from outside, casting a tall shadow.

‘This is a male, and a tall superpowered lord,’ the women deduced from the shadow.

The man, unperturbed by their bows, said: “Hmm. Good morning.”

With a voice they vaguely recognized, the man slammed the heavy gilded door shut behind him.

‘That voice… I’ve heard it before?’ All three unconsciously raised their heads, gazing directly at the man before them.

Radiant! Dazzling!

At first glance, their eyes were drawn irresistibly to his skin, glowing white.

Thanks to his Immortal Sun-Undying Body, excess light clung to his skin, emitting a faint glow.

Outdoors in daylight, the effect was negligible.

But inside the dim villa, every strand of hair and patch of skin emitted a soft radiance, as if a god had descended.

Usually, the purer and whiter the surface, the more a single black flaw would magnify.

Yet Fang Can’s flawless, luminous skin was like the finest jade—no flaw could be found.

Then came his features.

Each of Fang Can’s features, taken alone, could be chosen by an art academy as a model of beauty.

Together, they formed a gentle aura that did not repel—instead, it drew them in.

Looking at the man before them, the women unconsciously slowed their breathing, afraid their breath might disturb him.

His appearance was worthy of the title “Great Beauty”—so beautiful it bordered on the Dao.

Even Ye Qingshi, later ranked among the top beauties by the Celestial Mechanism Tower, had confessed: “If dressed as a woman, I am inferior.”

After all, even Ye Qingshi, who would later be ranked among the Beauties List by the Heavenly Mechanism Tower, humbly admitted, “If I were to dress as a woman, I could not match her.”

Suddenly, the women, lost in awe, recognized him.

Wasn’t this the superpowered lord from yesterday’s live broadcast?

Defeated the enemy army—represented strength!

Protected the city—represented goodness!

His face was peerless—represented beauty!

A superpowered lord combining strength, beauty, and kindness wanted them? This couldn’t be real?

This wasn’t drawing an SSR from a blind box—it was a group of R cards being chosen by an SSR.

Didn’t this superpowered lord fear polluting his pool by taking them?

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