Chapter 136: Chapter 136: An Ascender
Meanwhile, the construction of the Imperial Palace was nearly complete.
Inside the grand Imperial Bedchamber, Neo sat cross-legged on the floor, having just finished synthesizing a literal mountain of magical resources directly into his body.
[ General Index ]
[ Name: Neo Godson ]
[ Age: 21 ]
[ Race: Human ]
[ Species: Hellfire Eragon (Variant) ]
[ Lifespan: 1,000 ]
[ Affiliation: The Zenith Empire ]
[ Rank: Type 5 - Ascender (Early) / Viscount ]
[ Wealth: 10,500 UC (Universal Credits) ]
[ Physical Index ]
[ Strength: 820 ]
[ Agility: 820 ]
[ Vitality: 830 (Health: 100%) ]
[ Endurance: 835 ]
[ Reaction Speed: 800 ]
[ Recovery Rate: 790 ]
[ Magical Index ]
[ Physiques: Infinite Void-Shield Body (B), Primordial Demon Physique (C) ]
[ Cosmic Force: 15,155 ]
[ Nether Force: 12,666 ]
[ Skills: Vellsing Transformation (D+), Water Breathing (E+), Spirit Eyes (D+), Hydro Manipulation (D+), Greater Strength (E+), Greater Speed (E+), Earth Hammer (E+), Holy Aura (D), Heaven’s Smite (D) ]
[ Unique Talents: Universal Synthesis (Supreme), Godsmith (Legendary), Necromancy (Legendary) ]
Alongside turning twenty-one, Neo had officially broken through to the Ascender Rank (Type 5) as a Beyonder.
He was almost twice as strong as he had been at his previous level. His Cosmic and Nether forces had also seen a massive, explosive surge following the recent interstellar war.
He was currently meditating to completely clear his mental state, actively forging his mind into an unbreakable iron fortress.
Just then, soft footsteps entered the room, accompanied by the sudden, intoxicating scent of blooming roses.
Neo slowly opened his dark eyes. His newly forged Ascender mind was a tranquil fortress, but even a fortress could feel the sudden shift in the room’s atmosphere.
Noir emerged from the shadows like a phantom of absolute beauty. She wore a dark silk dress that clung perfectly to her generous curves, fully complementing her pale skin and glowing crimson eyes.
Every single step she took was deliberately slow, graceful, and dangerously sensual.
She did not stop at the edge of his meditation circle. Instead, Noir glided forward and elegantly straddled his waist.
She settled onto his lap with a soft, pleased sigh. Her slender, pale arms wrapped loosely around his neck.
The sudden physical contact sent a spike of intense warmth straight through Neo’s Primordial Demon Physique. Even with his massively upgraded Type 5 endurance and a vitality stat of over eight hundred, her enchanting presence was undeniably potent and incredibly hard to resist.
"I can see you have grown significantly stronger again, my darling," Noir whispered intimately against his ear.
"I watched you break that arrogant Federation fleet today. The way you stood in the void and claimed absolute authority over those soldiers... it was truly a magnificent sight to behold."
She traced a smooth finger slowly down the center of his chest, feeling the powerful rhythm of his heart.
"You know, looking at you in that exact moment reminded me of someone very specific. It reminded me of my father."
Neo raised an eyebrow.
"Are you talking about the Demon Emperor?" he asked calmly despite her intoxicating proximity.
"Yes, The Demon Emperor himself. He possessed the exact same unyielding ambition in his gaze. But he viewed his subjects as precious companions. He will always be at the forefront, trying to protect whatever is left. But you’re... far far better in this regard."
Noir leaned closer to his cheek, her hot breath touching across his cheek.
"My father was trying to fix his broken empire. But you... You’re creating one from the scratch. You possess this terryfying talent that he never has."
She leaned even closer. Her ruby eyes fluttered shut halfway. The scent of her feminity became completely intoxicating, wrapping around his senses like a heavy blanket.
"Still, you should know darling, even an emperor requires an empress who truly understands the massive pressure of his crown," she breathed softly against his lips.
"Allow me to reward you properly for your grand victory today."
Neo did not pull away. His newly acquired cosmic force hummed brightly in his veins, but the soft warmth of Noir pressing against his chest presented a completely different kind of battlefield.
She tilted her head, lips parted slightly as she moved in to claim her prize.
Just then—
Bang!
The massive double doors of the Imperial Bedchamber violently slammed open..
The thick exchange of hormones in the room instantly shattered into a million pieces.
Zestia marched aggressively into the room, her heavy armored boots clicking fiercely against the pristine marble floor.
She was holding a thick stack of military reports. Her golden hair flowed wildly behind her like a fiery, untamed mane.
"Neo, we urgently need to discuss the integration of the surrendered Federation troops. The logistics of feeding and housing fifty thousand soldiers are extremely complicated and..."
Her voice completely died in her throat.
Zestia froze dead in her tracks. Her bright, righteous eyes locked entirely onto the scandalous scene before her. She saw Noir sitting extremely comfortably right on Neo’s lap, her arms still wrapped intimately around his neck, and her beautiful face lingering mere inches from his lips.
"....."
For a split second, the bedchamber was absolutely silent. Then, the temperature in the room seemed to violently skyrocket.
Zestia’s face turned a brilliant, burning shade of crimson red. The thick stack of military reports in her hands crinkled loudly as her grip tightened with immense, superhuman force.
Her golden flames erupted dangerously around her armored shoulders.
"Noir, What exactly do you think you are doing? Move away from Neo, now!"" Zestia shouted, her voice trembling with visible jealousy.
Noir simply glanced over her shoulder. She offered the furious blonde knight a highly provocative smile, completely refusing to move a single inch from Neo’s lap.
"Oh, Nothin. We were just having a very private discussion about imperial rewards, little Zestia. But you really should learn some basic manners and knock before entering the Emperor’s private quarters."
"Get off of him this instant, you shameless witch!" Zestia yelled at the top of her lungs.
She completely tossed the crumpled military reports onto the floor and gripped the hilt of her sword, pulling it a few inches from its scabbard with a sharp, threatening hiss of metal.
Neo sighed internally, closing his eyes for a second. His mind might be an unbreakable iron fortress, but dealing with the daily chaos with these two women was definitely going to test his Type 5 endurance far more than any interstellar Federation warship ever could.
"Calm down, Zestia. Why don’t you explain this urgency of yours?"
She turned to him abruptly, looking hurt.
"No. This must be settled today. Why was she sitting on your lap like that? Are you two already in a relationship?"
