“Lord Fan Zhuo, your room has been tidied up.”
Whitey seemed to sense his arrival and slowly stood up, turning around with that same expressionless, exquisitely crafted face.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
He didn’t dare to take any chances, absolutely no chances.
Fan Zhuo shifted slightly to the side, not daring to get too close to Whitey.
Without absolute certainty, this “Whitey” lady was a far more dangerous existence than any S-Class Monster.
After all, she was still a woman!
“Lord Fan Zhuo, Whitey will be on standby 24 hours a day, responsible for your daily meals, living arrangements, and security. If you have any requests, please call on me at any time.”
She bowed slightly, her sapphire electronic eyes flickering once.
“Understood. You may leave for now.” Fan Zhuo waved his hand.
“Yes, my lord.”
Whitey walked away with an elegant catwalk, turning and leaving.
Finally, only Fan Zhuo remained in the room. He collapsed onto the bed, the soft mattress prompting a sigh of relief.
Weariness surged like a tide.
From exile to discovering the world’s “BUG,” to being seen through by Ye Ying…
The day’s rollercoaster of events was far more intense than the past three years combined.
He needed to verify his hypothesis.
And the best test subject was undoubtedly the slime queen, Alfea, who was completely unguarded and even extremely dependent on him.
***
The next morning.
Fan Zhuo woke from deep sleep, his mind still slightly hazy.
He felt… a little strange.
A faint, rhythmic warmth was coming from somewhere beneath the covers, making him feel an inexplicable comfort between sleep and wakefulness.
Was it an illusion?
He slowly opened his eyes.
An impeccably flawless face was inches away.
Silky silver short hair, sapphire electronic eyes, and the delicate lace edging of a maid outfit collar… it was Whitey.
She knelt at the edge of the bed, slightly leaning forward, her gaze seemingly fixed on him.
“Wha—!”
Fan Zhuo startled awake with a jolt, sitting up abruptly, the sleep instantly gone.
He instinctively pulled back the covers for a glance.
What is this mechanical rabbit? And why is it so warm?!
“Y-You… how did you get in here?!” Fan Zhuo asked, still shaken.
Whitey picked up the mechanical rabbit, standing slowly with movements as graceful as a programmed routine, her face still unreadable.
“Good morning, Lord Fan Zhuo. One of my core privileges is the ability to enter your room at any time.”
“My apologies, Whitey should have been lying on your chest originally, but her thermal sensor has been somewhat sensitive lately…”
Her voice was steady and calm, yet the words sent a chill down Fan Zhuo’s spine.
“My duty is to fulfill all your needs, including but not limited to making the bed, cleaning, preparing meals, and… dealing with any physiological issues you may experience during sleep.”
Physiological…issues?
Fan Zhuo’s mind buzzed.
He looked at Whitey’s pure and flawless face, but uncontrollably, countless inappropriate thoughts flashed through his mind.
No way, right?
She was a robot—she shouldn’t understand… right?
Fan Zhuo checked under the covers again.
Thankfully, his pants were still on properly.
Good thing it was a mechanical rabbit—I had almost mistaken it for something else…
“Lord Fan Zhuo, your breakfast is ready.”
Whitey seemed completely unaware of the storm raging in his mind and bowed slightly.
“Based on your body data analysis, you expended a significant amount of energy yesterday and are advised to consume 350 grams of carbohydrates and 80 grams of protein.”
Fan Zhuo looked at her voluptuous curves and quietly shifted his gaze toward the dining area.
Delicious to look at, but life-threatening.
Better stick with bacon.
After breakfast, Fan Zhuo ignored Old John’s suggestion to take a few days to get familiar with his surroundings and headed straight for room C-07.
In the corridor, two guards patrolling immediately snapped to attention when they saw him.
“Assistant Fan Zhuo, good morning!”
“Morning.” Fan Zhuo nodded slightly, not stopping.
He needed to confirm his abilities as soon as possible and understand how this power operated.
Soon, he stood before the corroded and pitted alloy door.
Old John had probably been too drunk last night to arrange for a replacement door, so they were still making do with this one.
Just as Fan Zhuo prepared to input his clearance code, one of the guards who had just greeted him hurriedly caught up.
“Assistant Lord, wait!” The guard’s face was full of anxiety. “You… you want to go in alone? That’s too dangerous! Queen Alfea has been unstable recently. Please, make sure we accompany you.”
Fan Zhuo turned, fixing the guard with an unyielding gaze.
“This is a privilege of the Warden’s Assistant.”
“I need to conduct a special ‘Holy Light Soothing’ test. Any unnecessary personnel will interfere with the results.”
“Holy Light… Soothing?” The guard was stunned, never having heard of such a procedure before.
But the words “Warden’s Assistant privilege” made him fall silent.
“Understood, my lord.” The guard hesitated but chose to comply. “However, I must report this to the Warden immediately.”
With that, he hurried off toward the Warden’s office.
Fan Zhuo paid him no mind; he had to make the most of his time.
Inside, Alfea seemed to have sensed his arrival long ago. Excited, expectant sounds leaked through the door gap.
“You… you’re here!”
Fan Zhuo spoke through the communicator on the door: “Alfea, it’s me. I’m here to check on you.”
“Check… check on me?” Alfea’s voice sounded confused but mostly hopeful. “Okay… okay!”
Fan Zhuo took a deep breath and entered the temporary access code.
The alloy door slowly opened.
Inside, the huge pink gelatinous mass writhed excitedly like a pot of boiling strawberry jelly.
Seeing Fan Zhuo, it immediately split off a slender arm, carefully reaching out to him.
Fan Zhuo did not pull back.
He took the initiative to grasp that cold, slimy, and soft gelatinous hand.
The moment they touched, a familiar warm current surged forth again from the depths of his soul’s Holy Imprint!
This time, Fan Zhuo focused all his attention on sensing it.
He “saw” the holy power within him like a swarm of bees sniffing nectar, actively flowing along his arm toward Alfea.
Alfea’s vast, chaotic, and primal life energy, filled with wild desires, was stirred by the holy power; the most violent and disorderly parts were “neutralized” like impurities.
What remained—the purest, gentlest life essence—was wrapped by the holy power, some of it flowing back into Fan Zhuo’s body, and some nourishing Alfea herself.
For Fan Zhuo, this process was like recharging a nearly drained battery with high-purity electricity, a soothing vitality spreading through his entire body.
For Alfea, the feeling was even more direct.
“So… so comfortable…” she moaned in satisfaction, her massive form trembling slightly.
The anxious agitation that made her lose reason during heat was being calmed bit by bit.
Like drinking a chilled sour plum soup on a scorching summer day, refreshing from the inside out.
She clingingly pressed more of her body close, the enormous gelatinous mass enveloping Fan Zhuo once again.
But this time, it was not an aggressive devouring, but a gentle, affectionate embrace.
Fan Zhuo could clearly feel his power steadily increasing at a speed far beyond meditation.
Is this… “Resonance”?
By contact, purifying the other’s violent energy and absorbing the essence to nourish oneself.
At the same time, the purified party is soothed and elevated.
It was a win-win process!
Fan Zhuo was thrilled inside.
He even had a bolder idea.
He wanted to try injecting more holy power into Alfea’s body.
“Hmm~”
Alfea’s body trembled suddenly, the pink gelatinous mass shimmering with an even more alluring glow.
Her body began undergoing more drastic changes.
The gelatinous mass that had only formed a humanoid upper body was now rapidly transforming into a more perfect form.
Alfea’s translucent legs gradually solidified.
Though still jelly-like in texture, they now had clear, perfect leg contours.
Her face also became more refined; the wild, confused beast-like look in her eyes was fading, replaced by the innocence and shyness of a young girl.
“I… I feel… my body is so… strange…”