The Old Man leaned back in his chair, watching Ryan battle with the beasts, sipping his favorite wine.
"Ah, the good old days of fighting with a sword and not words…" The Old Man drawled.
"The Multiverse has changed so much since the heavens took control. I remember the bett-"
A beat of sweat ran down his forehead as he felt an immense pressure weighing on him. "The dark days, yes, what terrible days those were."
Shaking his head, The Old Man sighed and put down his wine glass.
Reaching over to his precious, he rubbed its round and smooth surface with love and affection.
"I can't believe anyone would abandon you. I still can't believe my luck finding you that day."
Fifteen million years ago, The Old Man had been meandering from galaxy to galaxy when he stumbled upon a Universe amid a brutal war.
As a little god-ranked cultivator, he wasn't fit to stick his neck into things that didn't concern him, but as he was about to leave, a voice called to him.
"Take me away. This place is not fit for one such as I," an alluring female voice had said.
"Take me away, and I will grant you infinite power and possibilities. . . if you are worthy."
As any cultivator would attest, the words 'infinite' and 'possibilities' were the same as magnets, drawing cultivators like fruit flies to a rotting apple.
Any cultivator would jump into the abyss for such things. Words like 'worthy' didn't come into the equation.
Unfortunately, he didn't pass the test, but the voice promised that if he found a vessel for them to inhabit, he would receive everything a man dreamed of and more.
He had sacrificed his clan, race, and everything else for this little egg that promised him infinite power.
"Don't worry. Now that I've found a suitable vessel for you, everything will be fine."
Hundreds of thousands of chosen ones had appeared throughout the eons fighting to inherit the 'legacy' of the Xygar.
But all had failed the first test, their bodies unsuitable to become vessels.
'Of course, if he gets the full inheritance… but that's impossible.'
Shaking his head, The Old Man sighed since he knew the truth. The test of souls was the final test the challenger had to pass to be the dominant one in the contract with the egg.
'Unfortunately, I'm destined only to get half-credit as I found a vessel, not a master.'
How could a child at E-Rank compare in a soul test vs. an ancient being as 'the egg'?
Looking back at the monitor, The Old Man set down his glass of wine and nodded.
"Although he will have a shot, seeing as he's at the last level of the tower. But Milf has been training for millions of years. Her techniques are out of this world. Or so I hope… She still is a virgin, after all. But if he can somehow get past Milf…" Jumping up, the second wine glass of the day crashed to the floor as The Old Man saw something he had not seen in years. "How can it already be so hard and so big…"
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Ryan stood on the platform as it rose to what he assumed was the final level.
Unlike previous times, he didn't see any beasts peering at him, eagerly waiting for his arrival.
As the platform shook and locked into place, Ryan glanced around only to see a singular person.
Glancing to either side of him, he saw that Emily, Lizzy, and Izzy were about to collapse, the day's long battle having pushed them to their limits.
"Head inside the palace. I think I can handle this one myself," Ryan said, sending a prompt to each girl.
After each of them voiced their disagreement, as was expected, he finally convinced them to leave.
The person was standing idle in a corner, playing with her fingernails.
"Well, well, well," a sultry voice greeted him as she walked towards him.
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Her hair was a light violet, her eyes a deep crimson red, and her skin a pale pink like snow kissed by the sun. Ryan took a moment to admire the sight before him.
She wore a black latex armor that hugged her body and glistened in the sunlight as if it were oiled, but nothing could hide that figure.
Those tits!
His gaze wandered downwards, and his mouth watered at seeing those big, round boobs hanging below the armor.
With her tall stature and slender frame, her breasts had an illusion of being more prominent than they were due to the outfit hugging them oh-so-nicely.
"A challenger appears after all these years..." The girl smiled broadly as her crimson eyes twinkled. "I've been waiting for you for so long…" She turned away from him as she ran a hand through her violet hair that hung just above her waist.
Her features looked youthful even though she was a few million years old. Her body was perfectly proportioned, not too skinny or thick, just right to have the most pleasurable experience when mating with the vessel, whoever they might be.
Turning back around, her crimson eyes stared into his green ones, sending shivers down his spine at the impact of her intense stare.
"What's your name?" Ryan asked her curiously while wondering how best to approach her, considering this level of intrigue.
"Call me Milf," she replied bluntly before looking up again and moving closer toward him. "You seem to be rather young?"
"Well, yeah," he answered without a moment of thought. "I'm only eighteen."
A shudder ran through Milf's body. "I. . . see," she said, taking a moment between the pants that had started to rack her body.
"Well, since you've made it this far, that means you've at least qualified for the… minimum inheritance," Milf said, slowly walking towards Ryan.
"And what do I get as the minimum inheritance?" Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow.
Glancing down at Ryan's throbbing cock, which he had obtained from the liquid viagra he mistakenly had drunk, she replied, "Me."
This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺