Chapter 73: Time to go demon king place
The heavy, polished mahogany sliding doors of the Imperial Haven’s private luxury suites glided shut with a soft click, completely sealing out the cold cosmic vacuum of the newly conquered Central Source Core. Inside the grand relaxation lounge, the crisp scent of fresh frost from Gu Bylai’s presence mixed with the sweet, heavy fragrance of wild lotus petals radiating from Liu Xiao’s freshly unsealed nature lines.
Min-jae sat at the center of the deep, plush velvet sofa. He had finally unsealed the heavy, light-absorbing dark plates of his True Vajra Sub-Divine God-Armor, leaving him in a simple, loose black cotton lounging shirt. His bottomless obsidian eyes carried a quiet, post-battle exhaustion, his fingers casually tracing the dark leather of the armrest.
Sitting directly at his feet, practically pressed against his knees, was Medusa.
The Level 72 demon princess had completely abandoned every single ounce of her former freezing, aristocratic coldness. Her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass figure was draped in a fresh, soft silk lounging robe that mirrored her signature dark violet armor colors, leaving her smooth, pale shoulders entirely bare. Her exotic, piercing icy-blue eyes were wide, pooled with an intense, fanatical infatuation as she carefully held a small silver tray loaded with premium, glowing celestial star-plums.
"Please try this one, Lord Min-jae," Medusa whispered, her voice a low, trembling melody of glass that carried an absolute, breathless submission. She picked up a single, juice-heavy fruit with a pair of delicate silver tongs, her porcelain face flushing a beautiful, deep crimson as she presented it to his lips. "The cultivation farms of my father’s inner core spent three centuries infusing these with high-tier spirit nectar. But they are completely worthless unless they cross your ledger."
Min-jae’s body froze completely, a sudden wave of severe human shyness hitting his chest as her heavy, full chest lightly brushed against his knees. A deep, noticeable flush rapidly crept all the way up his neck beneath his collar, his fingers awkwardly shifting as his cold, calculated regressor mind completely short-circuited under her direct, concentrated pampering.
"The... the nutrient parameters can just be stored in the common inventory, Medusa," Min-jae muttered, his usual dominant focus cracking into a low, thoroughly flustered baritone that made his ears burn pink.
"Hey! Back your tongs away from his face, you overly aggressive serpent!"
Yoo Ji-a marched straight across the plush carpet from the adjacent training gantry, her long midnight-black ponytail swaying violently as her violet eyes flashed with an intense, playful territorial jealousy. She had changed into a tight, sleeveless black training tank top that perfectly highlighted her athletic, narrow waist and toned curves. Without an ounce of hesitation, she aggressively squeezed her athletic body straight onto the sofa right beside Min-jae’s right arm, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his neck.
"You just lost your entire primary weapon loop ten minutes ago, and now you think you can skip the palace hierarchy queue?!" Ji-a purred loudly, her face flushing a deep, happy crimson as she buried her face against Min-jae’s shoulder to lock in her territory. "Min-jae belongs to our vanguard line! We’ve been bleeding for his throne since the first hour of the apocalypse on Earth! You don’t get to camp out at his knees just because you have a royal title!"
Medusa tilted her head back, her dark violet lips curving into a subtle, cold, and highly protective smirk that showed she wasn’t entirely defenseless against the harem’s bickering. She didn’t lower the silver tray.
"The hierarchy of a sovereign court is dictated by the strength of the ledger, shadow spear," Medusa countered smoothly, her icy-blue eyes locking onto Ji-a’s furious gaze with a calm, unbothered attitude. "Your master raw-gripped my mythic blade with his bare fingers and shattered my entire domain using pure physical transaction metrics. A man that magnificent shouldn’t be eating standard rations. If my presence annoys your vanguard ranking, perhaps you should grind harder in the forge slots."
"Why you—!" Ji-a let out a low, bloodthirsty growl, tightening her grip around Min-jae’s neck until his collar slightly strained.
"Let them talk, Ji-a," Liu Xiao voiced softly, a beautiful, genuinely amused smirk warming her exotic emerald-green eyes as she stepped into the warm glow of the lounge lamps.
The silver-green haired Nature Goddess had completely discarded her royal world-staff, her green and white silk spilling gracefully over her exceptionally heavy curves as she sat down on Min-jae’s left side. She naturally leaned her voluptuous frame directly against his shoulder, her breath warm against his skin.
"Medusa’s father has been trying to trade her lineage like a common cargo block for centuries," Liu Xiao murmured, her majestic voice carrying a rare, comforting softness. She reached out, her slender fingers gently smoothing back a stray lock of Min-jae’s black hair, causing his ears to burn even deeper.
"She has spent her entire life surrounded by weak, fragile demon lords who couldn’t even look at her petrification gaze without turning to stone. Finding a man who can absorb her highest-tier curse without scratching his health pool... it is only natural that her proud core would completely melt into absolute love."
Han Seo-yoon sat gracefully on the plush rug nearby, her loose silver silk lounging gown practically spilling over her soft hourglass curves as she shared a quiet chuckle with the stunning Ice Goddess, Gu Bylai.
"Our Savior has a habit of collecting high-tier anomalies," Seo-yoon whispered, her sapphire eyes remarkably gentle as she watched Min-jae’s thoroughly flustered expression. "The syndicates back on Earth are currently kneeling flat on their knees inside their subterranean vaults, begging for an unconditional merger because they saw his Level 42 global announcement. But the real panic is right here on this couch."
Min-jae sat perfectly paralyzed between the aggressive, warm lock of Ji-a on his right, the heavy, sub-divine weight of Liu Xiao on his left, and the adoring puppy eyes of the demon princess at his knees. The cold, ruthless mastermind who had just molecularly erased a Creator-Class council was completely, flawlessly defeated by the domestic rhythm of his court. He awkwardly cleared his throat, his hands hovering over their narrow waists as he tried to redirect his focus.
"The... the system calibration is nearing its threshold," Min-jae managed, his flustered baritone vibrating through the room, causing the girls to let out a collective, soft laugh at his rare human embarrassment. "Ye-rin, what is the terminal showing for the final transit?"
Major General Shin Ye-rin stepped out from the primary command terminal bay, her short black bob shifting as she adjusted the rolled-up sleeves of her uniform shirt. Her steel-gray eyes held a sharp, serious focus that instantly cut through the playful romantic warmth of the lounge.
"The twelve-hour cloaking window has officially hit absolute zero, Monarch," Ye-rin reported crisply. "The radar has just isolated a massive, space-tearing gravitational distortion moving toward our sub-space fault lines. Medusa’s surrender has triggered an immediate, absolute system alarm inside the deepest sectors."
The master terminal display violently flared, projecting a terrifying, colossal palace structure materializing right outside their coordinate lane—The Supreme Citadel of the Demon King.
"Your father has realized his daughter has been completely stolen by min jae," Ye-rin stated smoothly, a cold, predatory grin touching her lips as she looked at Medusa. "The Supreme Demon King has mobilized over one hundred thousand primordial dreadnoughts. They are launching an un-blockable, multi-plane war-salvo to collapse our fortress within the next three minutes."
The shyness vanished from Min-jae’s face in an instant, replaced by a cold, predatory, and ruthless focus. He stood up from the velvet sofa, his hands sliding naturally into his pockets as he summoned his True Vajra Sub-Divine God-Armor back onto his frame with a heavy, metallic hiss. He reached over his shoulder, his strong fingers firmly wrapping around the heavy hilt of his sss-rank Primordial Genesis Greatsword, its golden runes flaring with an intense solar density.
"He thinks a numerical advantage can rewrite the rules of my reflection loop," Min-jae murmured, his low baritone dropping into a terrifying, god-like thunderclap that echoed through the white marble corridors. He looked toward his ten flawless, highly evolved queens who instantly stood in a precise, lethal vanguard line, their True Divine weapons humming with absolute execution parameters.
Medusa scrambled to her feet, her icy-blue eyes flashing with an unyielding, fanatical devotion as she stood tightly pressed against his chest flank, her violet lips curved into a dark smirk. "Let me guide your blade through his central gates, my Lord. My father’s throne has been idle for far too long."
"Hold onto my shoulders," Min-jae commanded flatly, his golden eyes flashing with a commanding authority. "Keep your mana loops locked. We are dropping straight onto his central throne room to strip-mine the final master of this realm."
"Spatial Void Phase," Min-jae murmured.
Voom!.
Space across the entire tower completely fractured like brittle glass. In a fraction of a millisecond, the air imploned with a massive vacuum pop, and Min-jae along with his ten flawless queens vanished from the sub-space pocket, launching a direct, unannounced drop invasion straight into the heart of the Demon King’s Central Palace to turn an entire cosmic empire into a burning graveyard of vaporized steel.
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