Inside the Cottage
"I need to tell you something important before you put me back in my body , " Elizabeth spoke with a serious tone.
Vincent's eyebrows knitted together as he listened to her words. The urgency in her tone and the intensity in her eyes was very clear to see.
"But why now? Can't this wait until you're back in your body?" he asked.
Elizabeth's gaze remained unwavering as she responded, "I won't remember any of this information once I'm back in my body. This knowledge is not meant for this realm. It's important that I tell you now."
After a moment of thinking about it, he nodded, showing his willingness to hear what she had to say.
She leaned into him, a gesture of intimacy and shared understanding.
Their foreheads gently touched, and in that fleeting connection, a rush of memories flooded his mind.
He recalled an encounter with an elderly man in the fourth dimension. This had happened after he was transported into an infinite dark space while he was creating his domain.
He could vividly see their conversation as if he was watching a replay of his own memory. They had sat at a table that hovered above the sky, surrounded by a vibrant green world. This lush and vivid realm was the old man's domain, and he held the status of a god within it.
Reflecting on the past, Debbie's initial use of the medallion had been to record various things. Ironically, this function now proved to be beneficial for him.
Their conversation had delved into the true nature of reality. They discussed how the third dimension, where Vincent was born, was just one among countless realms of reality. The fourth dimension acted as a singular point of connection that linked all these infinite realms together.
However, the most useful information he got was the secret to controlling Space and World Domains.
The memories deepened, revealing the old man's explanation.
Domains were the first step to mastering space manipulation, making teleportation a common ability among those with World Domains. The vast expanse of the fourth dimension made teleportation as a must have for efficient travel.
Low-level World Domain and basic space manipulation were also prerequisites for someone from the third dimension to ascend to the fourth dimension. However, the old man had shared that the fourth dimension could be quite monotonous, which made Vincent contemplate whether he should pursue this path in the distant future.
After hearing more information from the old man, he realized that the space manipulation he had witnessed from the talisman was less impressive compared to the way Gods teleport in the 4th dimension.
What truly fascinated him was the unique technique the old man imparted. This original god of space had imprinted the memory of Instantaneous Teleportation onto him. The old man had assumed that Vincent memory would just fade after leaving the fourth dimension.
However, Elizabeth had absorbed and retained this knowledge in her soul, leading her into a state of hibernation to protect her own existence from breaking .
Instantaneous Teleportation, as its name suggested, allowed instantaneous movement through space, without the need for portals or black holes. A person could transcend vast distances in the blink of an eye, defying the constraints of traditional teleportation that has the weakness of casting time delays.
Such a skill was incredibly scarce, even within the confines of the fourth dimension. The old man had remained a powerful force precisely due to this unique ability. The ability to materialize from nowhere and strike an opponent unexpectedly was enough to make anyone wary. The true potential of this power was evident in its multiple usage and flexibility .
As he completed the whole replay of these memories, his eyes opened with newfound confidence.
ραndαsnοvεl.cοm He felt a surge of assurance in his own power and potential .
While he had considered Atom Manipulation and Destruction to be incredibly powerful, the concept of Instantaneous Teleportation held an equally captivating appeal. This godlike technique was exceptionally useful if he combined it with his other skills.
"Thank you." he could not help but appreciate Elizabeth quick thinking.
"It's my job to make you the strongest," she replied with a proud look.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips at her words.
"It seems like you've been working overtime."
"That's why you owe me with lots of love. Now, let's get me back into my body. I can't wait to feel you again." she teased him with a charming wink.
"I'm even more excited, you know," he replied with a gentle smile.
Focusing his energy, he initiated the process of guiding her soul back into her existing physical body, eager to reunite with her as soon as possible.
As her ethereal essence began to merge with her body, a gentle surge of energy began to circulate within her. It started at her heart, a warmth spreading from that core center. Gradually, the energy extended, flowing into her brain, where her consciousness was beginning to awaken.
The process continued, like a breath of life, as the energy reached her limbs, her senses, and every corner of her being.
He observed the whole process with anticipation in his eyes.
Upon closer inspection, her features bore a resemblance to Erika, yet there was a distinct refinement to her face and nose, lending her an air of maturity and elegance.
While Erika radiated the charm of a perfect girl, Elizabeth exuded the aura of a perfect woman. Her curves were more pronounced, her stature a few centimeters taller, all contributing to her gracefully elegant presence.
Added to her innate beauty was the red dress she now wore. While she had been asleep, he had carefully dressed her in the stunning garment.
The garment emphasize her beauty even more, its vibrant hue complementing her graceful figure. He remembered from Fenrir's memories that she had an affinity for the color red, and that small detail had stuck with him all this time. In a way, it was as if she had been imprinted in his mind, waiting to be reunited with her physical form.
Now ,his own preference for the color red suddenly made sense, a subconscious connection to the woman he had only known from memories. He marveled at the fact that his feelings for her had been growing long before he truly knew her.
Finally, the awakening process was close to completion .
Breaths came easier, and color returned to her cheeks. With each passing moment, her body became healthier , more herself, until finally, her eyes fluttered open, revealing the brilliant crimson orbs that made her more beautiful and enigmatic
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted with a smile.
"You're stealing my line," Elizabeth playfully retorted.
Seeing her awake and full of energy, he extended his hand, and they settled together on the sofa.
The two of them shared a few moments of silence, their gazes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes.
After a while, Elizabeth broke the silence.
Unable to contain her excitement, she closed her eyes, eagerly anticipating a passionate kiss.
Vincent's heart raced as he felt the intensity of the moment between them. He could sense the desire emanating from Elizabeth, her closeness and vulnerability creating an irresistible pull. Her charisma was really strong, and he found himself caught in the current of her beauty.
His eyes focus on her close eyes, and he saw a mixture of longing and anticipation in her face. He could tell that she was as drawn to him as he was to her. His hand moved from her cheek to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers trailing down her neck in a feather-light touch.
Finally ,he leaned in, his lips meeting Elizabeth's in a gentle, tender kiss. It was a moment of pure connection and longing fulfilled.
The world around them seemed to fade as they shared this intimate moment, a silent affirmation of their bond. As their lips parted, Elizabeth's eyes slowly fluttered open, and a soft smile graced her lips.
"One more, please," her voice was a soft plea, her eyes shining with playfulness and desire.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her request, her innocence and eagerness endearing to him.
He could feel his own lust growing, mirroring the spark in her eyes. So with a gentle smile, he leaned in once again, capturing her soft lips.
This kiss was different from the earlier one, carrying a deeper, more passionate energy. Their lips moved together in a dance of need and longing, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them.
He began to use his tongue to further stimulate her, succumbing to the allure of her charm. As a man, he found it difficult to resist, no matter how powerful he was.
"Do you want to?" He asked, his breath heavy with desire. He was too caught up in the moment to consider stopping.
"What if I said no?" she teased playfully.
Vincent, however, was not easily deterred when he was in such a state. With a playful smirked, he pinned her down on the sofa and began to lavish kisses on her exposed shoulder.
"I love you! Please don't stop ," Elizabeth couldn't hold back her moans as his lips brushed against her skin.
The sensation was intoxicating, familiar yet exhilarating. His kisses, his touch, his words—all of it felt just like before.
She relished in the addictive feeling, grateful to be able to experience it once more.
Everyone might judge all of them for their unconventional love for him, but it's because the world didn't understand the depth of their connection. It was a love that went beyond reason, a love so deep that they were willing to go to any lengths for his sake.
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