Chapter 72: The Last Peaceful Breath
[You have created new pills.]
[Era-Shift Pill - This pill allows the user’s rank to increase by one minor rank per pill consumed. Only five pills are consumable through an entire Era.]
[Star Harmony Pill - This pill increases the user’s resonance with their Star, making all breakthroughs seamless, faster, and significantly more stable.]
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Seeing the status, a calm, deep sense of satisfaction washed over Akasha.
A slow smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he finally felt ready to turn his attention toward his own growth.
With these creations, the disciples of the Academy of Veils would be just fine—without even factoring in the subtle effects of the Domain they were already experiencing.
"Now," he said, turning toward Luna and Yume, his voice low and purposeful, "all that’s needed is for me to duplicate everything until I have enough for everyone... and then some."
Yume tilted her head, a playful sparkle lighting up her purple eyes as she floated a little closer.
"Master, look at you," she teased, her voice soft and warm, "truly acting the part as the leader of Dreamer’s Peak."
Luna let out a soft, breathy laugh, though the sound carried a deeper, huskier undertone.
Her pink eyes lingered on Akasha with unmistakable hunger, her full lips curving into a teasing smile even as she tried to keep her composure.
"I’d say it’s needed," she murmured, her voice laced with both playfulness and something far more intense.
"This will be the last peaceful breath before all hell breaks loose after all."
Akasha gave a slight nod at those words.
They all understood that, despite everything unfolding on the surface, the real troubles were quietly brewing, waiting for the inevitable final deadline.
With his tasks in Dream Land completed and his True Self dedicated to clearing the battlefields, he disappeared from that realm, reappearing in the familiar comfort of his treehouse.
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Wasting no time, he made his way to the back of the mountain, near the shimmering Racial Pond.
The area was serene, with purple-leaved trees rustling gently and the multicolored blood pool reflecting the sky like a living mirror.
HUMMMM!!!!
With a thought, he placed the Pool of Duplication into the ground. The pool materialized instantly, its surface rippling with faint golden light.
He then brought out the newly created pills, the Primordial Comprehension Crystal, and the Random Celestial Decree, holding them in his hands for a moment.
Yume, having trailed along beside Luna, cast a curious glance his way.
"So, how much are you thinking of having altogether?" she asked.
Akasha offered no verbal reply; instead, with a single motion, he hurled the entire collection into the pool in one go.
HUMMMMMM!!!!
The moment the items touched the water, the pool erupted with brilliant light.
Golden radiance surged upward, illuminating the trees and painting the pond’s surface with shimmering patterns.
When the glow faded, several elegant gift boxes floated above the water—each containing ten perfect duplicates of the original items.
Akasha exhaled softly, a quiet chuckle slipping out.
"Well," he said, "Yume... I’ll keep going until there’s just enough."
With that, he gathered the new boxes and tossed them back into the pool without hesitation.
HUMMMM!!!!!
The pool erupted again, even brighter this time, duplicating everything once more by another factor of ten.
Yume stared at the scene with wide, shocked eyes, then turned to Luna with an incredulous look. Luna only laughed softly, shrugging her shoulders as if to say it was only natural.
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After a few hours of relentless duplication, Akasha stood before the shimmering Racial Pond, surrounded by ten thousand elegant gift boxes floating gently in the air.
Each one contained carefully duplicated pills, crystals, and decrees — more than enough for himself, his current companions, the Academy Veils, and for those to eventually come.
"Number One," he called out.
The Guardian appeared in a flicker of shadow, bowing deeply.
His masked face tilted sharply as he took in the sheer volume of glowing boxes around Akasha.
For a moment, even the usually stoic construct seemed genuinely taken aback, his posture stiffening.
Akasha offered a faint smile, confident that there was no need for further explanation—Number One would never cross the line.
"Ensure that every disciple and member of the Academy receives one of each box. Any extras can go to the Academy itself."
Without hesitation, Number One straightened from his bow, regaining his composure.
With a graceful wave of his hand, he enveloped all the boxes in his divinity, lifting them effortlessly into the air.
"As you wish, Lord Dream."
He then flew off toward the field where the Academy of Veils members were cultivating.
Once Number One was gone, Luna stepped closer to Akasha, her pink eyes glowing with barely contained desire. She smiled sweetly at Yume.
"Yume, dear... could you go along with Number One? I need to discuss some things with Akasha."
Yume arched a brow, clearly sensing something was off with Luna’s unusually sweet tone. She glanced between the two of them for a moment before nodding.
"Alright... I’ll catch up with him."
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The moment Number One and Yume vanished into the distance with the floating gift boxes, the air around the Racial Pond grew heavier.
Luna’s pink eyes burned with barely restrained hunger as she turned fully toward Akasha.
Her breathing had grown deeper, her full lips slightly parted, and the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed just how much she had been holding back.
She took a slow step closer, her hips swaying with deliberate, seductive grace.
The soft rustle of her clothing and the faint, sweet scent of her presence filled the space between them.
"Love, I can’t wait any more..." she whispered, her voice low and trembling with need.
Snap!
With a snap of her fingers, a shimmering barrier of pink and purple energy bloomed around them, sealing the area in complete privacy.
The world outside faded into a soft, hazy glow.
Luna closed the distance in one fluid motion.
Her hands slid up Akasha’s chest, fingers curling into his clothes as she pulled him down into a deep, hungry kiss.
Her body pressed against his with open longing, the heat of her desire unmistakable as her tongue teased his lips, seeking entrance.
The kiss was anything but gentle — it was passionate, urgent, and filled with all the lust she had been suppressing for so long.
Mmh~
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