Chapter 72: medusa submission
The blinding emerald starlight of Liu Xiao’s god-tier renewal matrix violently expanded across the ruined floorboards of the Central Source Core. The thick, restorative fragrance of wild lotus petals and fresh forest rain surged through the dark-alloy cathedral, instantly neutralizing the residual calcification vapor hanging in the air.
Voom.!
[Subordinate God-Tier Divine Trait Activated: ’The Living World Tree’s Absolute Renewal’!]
[Target Selected: Kang Min-jae (Level 42). Status: Near-Death (20/100).]
[Effect: Forcing an instantaneous 100% restoration of all internal tissue parameters and physical armor grids! Purging all high-tier mythic poisons and calcification logic through creator-class healing streams!]
The glowing cocoon of silver-green life-force wrapped tightly around Min-jae’s kneeling frame. Within a fraction of a millisecond, the thick, dark violet poison lines blackening his forearm and thigh were violently flushed from his system. The deep, jagged fissures tearing apart his True Vajra Sub-Divine God-Armor forcefully snapped back together with a heavy, golden metallic ring, instantly locking his health pool back at a pristine 100/100 capacity.
Min-jae rose to his full height, effortlessly pulling his massive SSS-Rank Primordial Genesis Greatsword out of the stone with a sharp click. His deadpan obsidian eyes looked across the cracked platform toward where Medusa was kneeling.
The Level 72 Mythic Class demon princess was completely defenseless, idling at a critical 1% life margin. Her white armor plates were fractured, and her legendary greatsword lay shattered into harmless pieces of dead code.
But as she looked up at Min-jae through her messy silken hair, the freezing, aristocratic coldness in her exotic icy-blue eyes did not turn into venomous hatred. Instead, her breath hitched violently, and her full, pouty violet lips parted in an absolute, breathless daze. A deep, burning crimson flush rapidly covered her porcelain cheeks, spreading all the way down to her exposed, smooth bare shoulders.
For centuries, her father, the Supreme Demon King, had tried to politically arrange her marriage to a weak, fragile high-demon lord—a man she utterly loathed because his baseline parameters couldn’t even withstand a single glance of her petrification gaze. Medusa had sworn an absolute blood-vow that she would only ever submit her heart and her body to a warrior stronger than her.
Looking at Min-jae—a man who had just raw-gripped her mythic blade with his bare fingers, absorbed her highest-tier royal curse, and shattered her entire domain without dropping a single point of his permanent health pool—her pride completely collapsed. She didn’t see an F-rank anomaly anymore; she saw her ultimate, invincible sovereign.
"You... you completely broke my blade," Medusa whispered, her voice losing its haughty glass edge, turning into a low, trembling, and deeply seductive chime. She crawled forward on her knees across the fractured stone, her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass figure and heavy chest heaving with a sudden, overwhelming wave of fanatical love. She hesitantly reached out, her trembling fingers wrapping tightly around the dark combat boot of his armor. "You are... impossibly strong. My father’s lords are all common cargo compared to the weight of your sword. I don’t want their thrones. I want your throne."
She looked up into his handsome face with an absolute, fanatical infatuation, completely falling in love with him in a single second. "My future, my lineage... and my father’s central core engine belong entirely to your room, Monarch. Take me ."
Min-jae stood perfectly still, his massive greatsword still resting on his shoulder. A sudden, massive wave of standard human shyness hit his chest as the exceptionally sexy demon princess practically rubbed her soft curves against his boot, looking up at him with tearful, adoring puppy eyes. A deep, noticeable flush crept up his neck beneath his dark collar, his fingers awkwardly twitching as his cold fixer brain completely short-circuited under her sudden romantic confession.
"The... the contract parameters require proper verification first," Min-jae muttered, his usual dominant tone cracking into a low, thoroughly flustered baritone that made his ears burn a deep pink.
"Hey! Back off from his boots, you aggressive snake girl!" Yoo Ji-a purred loudly, her long midnight-black ponytail swaying violently as she marched straight over, her violet eyes flashing with a fierce, playful jealousy. She aggressively squeezed her athletic body straight onto Min-jae’s right flank, wrapping her arms tightly around his arm to reclaim her position. "He just cleared your entire health bar, and now you’re trying to jump straight into the suite queue?! Get in line behind the rest of the queens!"
Liu Xiao and Han Seo-yoon walked over with heavy, graceful steps, their voluptuous silhouettes pressing tightly against his other sides. Liu Xiao’s exotic emerald eyes held a beautiful, genuinely amused smirk as she watched the new demon princess completely melt into submission on the floorboards, while Gu Bylai offered a subtle, knowing wink from the balcony gantry.
Crack!
Before the chaotic, romantic warmth of the lounge could escalate any further, the universal interface above their heads violently flared with a massive, planetary notification box, broadcasting straight down to the subterranean vaults of Earth.
[global system announcement]
[Player ’Kang Min-jae’ has achieved the Absolute Conquest of the Central Source Core!]
[Mythic Boss ’Medusa, Daughter of the Demon King’ has permanently surrendered her lineage to Faction Leader Min-jae!]
[Current Global Ranking: 1. Kang Min-jae (Level 42) — Current Status: Un-Opposable God.]
Back on Earth, the elite corporate leaders of the Daesung Syndicate stared at their flashing screens in a petrified, dead silence, their minds completely short-circuiting. Min-jae hadn’t just solo-cleared the highest boss of the deep cosmos— he had literally stolen the Demon King’s daughter into his harem. His name had officially become an eternal, un-reachable legend across the multiverse.
Min-jae looked up at the red system text, a cold, predatory grin returning to his bloodless face as he gently patted Ji-a’s back to ease her jealousy, his other hand firmly holding the hilt of his heavy SSS-rank blade. His voice dropped into a low, seductive baritone that sent a deep shiver of excitement through his fully unified inner court.
"Chae-won, merge the Central Core files into our engine," Min-jae commanded flatly, his golden eyes flashing with a commanding, god-like authority. "Ye-rin, set the transit trajectory straight onto the final threshold of the Primordial Source Realm. The Demon King is going to find his throne completely empty by the time the dawn hits."
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