Chapter 285: Chapter 214: Lustful Legislator: What Grudge Do We Have Against Each Other!
[A long, long time ago, an astonishing change occurred in this world]
[Although Spiritual Qi still permeates the world, its concentration and the current rules no longer allow the formation of Spirit Veins]
[The Spiritual Qi within a Top-Grade Spirit Stone can intoxicate powerful beings undergoing Integration or Crossing the Tribulation, but for Thunder Tribulation Clouds, Spiritual Qi is secondary]
[The Thunder Tribulation Cloud needs to extract the Heavenly Path Rules from this first-ever Top-Grade Spirit Stone, which can refine Spirit Veins]
Above River Debris City, the once-covered cumulus clouds began to churn.
The sky gradually darkened.
The Spiritual Qi accumulated between heaven and earth began to constantly gather toward the Thunder Tribulation Cloud.
After the barrier appeared, forbidding entrance or exit from River Debris City, many airplane captains still wanted to attempt takeoff under the promise of a heavy reward.
As long as they were mentally prepared to take off from River Debris City and return to its airport, the risk of manipulation greatly reduced, and they could reap a wave of wealthy passengers.
Why not do so?
Moreover, the wealthy are very sensitive to information, and they must leave River Debris City today, indicating something is definitely wrong with the city.
If I can fly out, it might just be a stroke of luck.
As for my spouse and children...
They don’t matter at all.
I’ve already done a paternity test at the underground black market; the child isn’t mine.
If the airport didn’t have a clear rule that employees would be fired for conducting a paternity test, I would have been divorced long ago.
This regulation was strictly enforced by the airport.
After all, River Debris City has a law called "Offense Against Population Management Order," which states that if a unit has three employees privately conduct paternity tests within a year, the major shareholder must be detained for at least 6 months.
This sentence has no upper limit.
Were it not for this respectable job, I would have gone for a divorce long ago. After learning to fly for so many years, I can’t seriously become a technician, can I?
Flying into the sky, seeking that moment of freedom for myself...
"Tower 11011, a thunderstorm cloud has appeared, takeoff is prohibited."
Oh...
Freedom’s gone.
Another messed-up day.
...
...
The captain’s consciousness recovered intermittently.
When the power of Lust prevailed, his consciousness would fall into slumber.
At the beginning, the captain wanted to use the power of his [Church Prison] to imprison Lust once more.
But now, the captain realized that because his soul was tainted by Lust, he no longer had strong control over his powers.
Lust, by controlling his soul, could also control part of the [Church Prison].
Although this control wasn’t enough for Lust to release herself, it could prevent the half-open door from closing.
"What are you still holding on to?"
"Your beloved parents are dead, the leader you admired is dead, your cherished wife betrayed the loyalty of your marriage, and you have no children, so what are you holding on to?"
"Don’t you know the bans you’ve enforced have caused complaints among many in this city?"
"Only I, only I know the good you’ve done for them, for the continuation of this city’s population reproduction."
"Give me your body, and I’ll make everyone in this city respect you, admire you, and let this city..."
Lust kept whispering in the captain’s ear, trying to make him relax and lower his guard.
As long as the captain lowered his mental defenses, she could stain his soul faster.
But what is this person still holding on to?
What is there to hold on to?
Facing Lust’s endless chatter, the captain gritted his teeth and said:
"Lust, all of this is your doing, stop pretending to be compassionate."
"Why won’t you show me respect? You won’t even honorably call me Lustful Legislator. You think all this chaos is my doing, but have you considered that it’s they who have the issues themselves?"
"Bullshit! Flies only flock to rotten eggs, it’s the fly’s fault! You ugly and stinky fly!"
Lust, imprisoned in the [Church Prison], showed a slight change in expression.
"Keep being stubborn, I hope your soul is as tough as your mouth."
Lust decided to give up trying to communicate with the captain.
For the past decades, Lust had been quietly tainting the captain’s soul, but now, it’s totally unnecessary.
Lust diverted more of her power into devouring the captain’s soul.
Inside the [Church Prison], the altar for deities stood empty, after all, in this world there were no deities, no tangible form.
But the church is a place of confession; in the center, chains pierced through Lust’s scapula.
Instruments of restraint bound her knees, forcing her to kneel with disheveled hair on the ground.
Lust slowly raised her head. Although her appearance was unclear, the tips of her hair hinted at her unearthly beauty.
A pink aura emanated from her, causing anyone who looked, to feel a desire to... ahem, fall in love with her.
Lust’s gaze, through the doors of the [Church Prison], whispered to Black Impermanence in the Unity of Spirit and Body space:
"What do you want?"
Black Impermanence twirled the Judge’s Pen, sketching in the void.
With each stroke, Lust could feel the bond between her soul and the captain’s beginning to loosen.
How could this be possible?
