He carefully put away the Holy Bell, his gaze piercing through the wall, looking deep into the prison.
One month’s time…
Fan Zhuo stood up and paced around the room.
Alfea was still asleep, needing time to recover.
The White Rabbit… although contact with her had increased somewhat, the energy feedback was a bit too slow.
It could nourish the body and mind, but relying on her to achieve a leap in strength was probably unrealistic.
And if he were to “deepen the contact”—
Fan Zhuo glanced at the bed just on the other side of the wall from Lucien’s.
He always felt that last time, when he got close to the White Rabbit, he seemed to have awakened some of her “attributes,” which caused her to remain in a state of “unsatisfied desire” for a long time now.
If he let himself continue contact freely…
That wall… probably couldn’t keep the secret.
Or there were the Tree Spirits and Flower Fairies in Area B, which was a huge treasure trove. But he could only enter the forest to train during the daytime inspections.
Finally… there was one choice that could rapidly boost his holy power.
Nine-tailed Fox Demon: Night Sakura.
After the last “deep exchange,” Fan Zhuo had personally experienced how overwhelmingly powerful the energy transformed from her was.
If he wanted to achieve a qualitative leap in a short time, Night Sakura might be the best choice.
Moreover… she also had magic that blocked out sound……
Only… thinking about the eerie silence in her cell earlier today, Fan Zhuo felt a little uneasy.
That fox, could she be plotting something inside?
Forget it. He’d check the situation tomorrow.
He yawned, feeling utterly exhausted.
The new door had been installed, the sturdy alloy panel giving him a rare sense of security.
Fan Zhuo collapsed onto the bed and almost immediately fell into a deep sleep the moment his head touched the pillow.
Night deepened.
Asphodel Prison fell into complete silence, with only the footsteps of patrolling guards occasionally echoing down the empty corridors.
Inside Fan Zhuo’s room, he slept soundly.
Suddenly, the air on the floor in the center of the room began to distort slightly, and a dark red magic array composed of countless intricate runes silently appeared again.
The glow of the array was still extremely unstable, like a faulty magic crystal lamp, flickering on and off, as if it could go out at any moment.
“Zzzt…zzzt…
After flickering a few times, the array seemed to sense something; its light instantly dimmed, almost blending into the darkness.
Then, a petite foot wearing a black knee-high leather boot tentatively emerged from the center of the array.
The boot led to a slender leg wrapped in black stockings.
A small figure crawled out of the array completely.
She had a cascade of wine-red long hair, a pair of small, adorable black demon horns atop her head, and behind her, a pair of folded, bat-like wings fluttered anxiously.
Her outfit… was quite daring.
A tight black leather top barely contained her remarkably ample chest, revealing large areas of pale skin and a slender waist.
Below was an extremely short leather skirt, under which two perfectly rounded and straight long legs gleamed enticingly in the dark.
She was a newly adult, innocent yet seductive… succubus.
However, at this moment, the succubus lady’s expression was full of frustration and confusion.
“Strange, why is it still here…” she muttered under her breath.
“Did Gargoyle No. 3 give me the wrong ‘coordinates’ again? I clearly sensed a strong kin presence nearby before coming…”
She glanced around, and when her eyes swept over Lucien’s room next door, her body suddenly trembled.
“Such… terrifying holy power! Good thing I sealed my magic in advance…”
Terrified, she quickly retracted the restless wings behind her, suppressing her demonic aura to the utmost.
From a hidden compartment in her skirt, she carefully pulled out a cracked magical compass and sighed.
“Ah, looks like I can’t go back…”
This was her first solo mission. She had wanted to find the legendary lost ancient demon artifact hidden in the mortal realm and bring a surprise back for the queen.
Instead, she suffered a bad start—not only was her teleportation off, but her only spatial tool was broken.
Even worse, after detecting the holy power around Fan Zhuo’s room, she had asked the Gargoyle Servant to temporarily seal most of her magic to maintain stealth before departing.
Without magic support, her body felt heavier than ever before.
She tried to stand on tiptoe, attempting to move silently, but stumbled and almost fell.
“Ugh…” She grabbed the wall to steady herself, her face full of confusion.
“Why… does my body refuse to obey… especially the front part, so heavy…”
She looked down at her proud assets.
For the first time since losing her magic, she felt they were a bit of a hindrance.
Just then, soft snoring came from the bed.
The succubus girl was startled and suddenly realized there was someone else in the room.
She tiptoed over to the bed and, using the faint moonlight filtering through the window, made out the figure lying there.
It was a young man dressed in white pajamas, with soft black hair and an incredibly handsome face.
Even in sleep, his brows carried a sacred and pure aura, like a saintly statue worshipped by believers in a cathedral.
So pure… yet impure at the same time…
Huh? Is my left brain fighting my right brain? How can a holy man be both pure and impure…
But the succubus girl’s instincts didn’t lie; such a soul was a great boon for demons like her.
Yet at the same time, the terrifying holy power next door made her too afraid to move even slightly.
Biting her lip in conflict, she finally decided to find somewhere to hide and wait for daylight before figuring out what to do.
She turned, intending to crawl into a wardrobe or under the bed.
However, she seemed completely unaccustomed to her “mortal” body. As she turned, her heel accidentally caught on herself.
“Ah!”
The succubus girl let out a very soft cry and lost her balance, falling uncontrollably forward.
And the direction she fell was straight onto Fan Zhuo’s…face.
Down.
Fan Zhuo was dreaming.
He dreamed he had returned to the world before crossing over, lying in his comfortable big bed, enjoying a weekend morning.
He picked up a newly bought facial cleanser, said to have deep cleansing and moisturizing effects, and squeezed a large dollop onto his face.
Hmm, this cleanser… is really good.
The foam was dense, the texture soft, and it had a sweet fragrance.
He happily rubbed his cheeks, feeling his skin absorb the essence and become more and more hydrated.
Only… was this cleanser a bit too much?
Too big… almost excessive.
It covered almost his entire face, making it hard to breathe.
The suffocation grew stronger.
“Ugh…ughmm…”
The owner of the “weapon” pressing on his face seemed to wake up as well, letting out a muffled whimper as her body instinctively twisted.
At this moment, the 【Ring of Sanctity】 inside Fan Zhuo surged to life like it had been injected with adrenaline, beginning to operate wildly!
A magic power filled with faint burning heat, primal desire, and corrupt energy streamed endlessly into his body through their intimate contact!
Boom!
Fan Zhuo felt the once calm holy power lake in his spirit realm suddenly surge with wild waves.
In just a few seconds, the holy power he gained was almost equivalent to what he had “charged” for half an hour before!
This… what level of supercharger is this?!
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