The voice of Slaanesh was like the most mellow and sweet "cutesy voice" in the world, seeping into Lin Qiye's mind thread by thread.
The voice meticulously painted a grand blueprint of ultimate power and desire within his consciousness. It softly promised that if Lin Qiye released It, he would gain supreme divine power to command thousands upon thousands of living beings. All the top-tier pleasures of the world would be his to experience. Countless beauties of any race, each with their own unique charm, would crawl at his feet, waiting to be plucked at his whim.
As Slaanesh's soul-seducing whispers continued, vivid illusions began to surface before Lin Qiye's eyes. A multitude of female silhouettes walked toward him, each one stepping precisely on the deepest aesthetic preferences of his subconscious. Some were as pure as morning dew, their eyes carrying an innocent ignorance of the world. Some were as bewitching as night fires, every movement burning with a lethal attraction. Some were as noble as ice goddesses, yet leaked a longing to melt for him alone. Their every frown and smile, every pout and joy, radiated a deadly temptation capable of dismantling any resolve, attempting to completely breach his steadfast mental defenses.
The scenes in these illusions were also extremely extravagant—palaces in the clouds, secret realms of flower seas—each one stirring the deepest desires of his heart. Lin Qiye clearly felt his willpower rapidly receding. A primitive, foreign restlessness surged ruthlessly from deep within his body, leaving his mouth dry and throat parched. He dared not delay in the slightest; with a sharp turn of thought, he pulled another bucket of milk from his inventory.
Gulp.
Gulp.
He tilted his head back and downed the milk. The lukewarm liquid slid down his throat, dispelling the illusions manifested from the small amount of divine power Slaanesh had seeped out.
Seeing Lin Qiye use this peculiar method to resist Its boundless charm without a change in expression, a flash of astonishment appeared for the first time on Slaanesh's "perfect," gender-ambiguous face. Soon, that astonishment turned into deep incomprehension.
"What is that thing?" Its voice carried a hint of an unbelievable tremble. "Why can it resist my power?"
One must know that even gods find it difficult to maintain self-control before Its intentionally released charm. Seeing that the meticulously woven seduction was completely ineffective, and that Lin Qiye's resolve after drinking the milk was as solid as an indestructible rock, Slaanesh had no way to proceed.
For that sliver of hope to be unsealed, no matter how unwilling It felt, Slaanesh could only suppress Its inner fury and reluctantly begin to fulfill the rules set by Ian. It slightly raised a hand, its wrist rotating gently. A ball of energy glowing with a bizarre and magnificent purple light quietly appeared before Lin Qiye. The surface of the sphere shimmered, and the interior seemed to hold the birth and death of countless stars.
In the next moment, the energy ball split open silently, revealing several twisted, rotating rune options radiating an ominous aura. Lin Qiye concentrated, carefully scrutinizing those runes. Each rune represented a unique and powerful ability.
(Lin Qiye cannot see the ability information)
[Lust Domination]: This ability seems to allow him to manipulate the desires of others at will, causing them to sink into depravity.
[Sensory Deprivation and Distortion]: This ability is even more bizarre, capable of stripping a target of their senses or extremely amplifying a certain sensory experience, causing them to lose themselves completely in maddening pain or ultimate bliss.
[Pain Sublimation]: A method to transform pain into ultimate pleasure, thereby enslaving the will of others or boosting one's own combat power.
[Transcendent Charm]: A passive skill that constantly attracts all creatures harboring desire, causing them to involuntarily develop feelings.
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[Transcendent Mating]: During ** when **
This last name made Lin Qiye's eyelid twitch. Its effect went without saying, filled with primitive and forbidden connotations. Every ability was like a sugar-coated poison, emitting a decadent sweet fragrance and an ominous, dark aura. He could even smell a faint, nauseatingly sweet scent emanating from those runes.
Lin Qiye's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. These abilities were each more wicked than the last, challenging the bottom line of his understanding. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart. Ultimately, he decided to proceed with the extraction; after all, this was still divine power.
Perhaps by sheer luck, he drew an ability with a name that looked—and only looked—slightly more "normal": [Transcendent Charm]. He thought to himself, at least this name didn't sound as perverted as the ones before it?
The moment the ability was selected, an indescribable, bizarre energy surged into Lin Qiye's body. The energy was cool at first, then turned into a scalding torrent, washing through his entire skeletal structure. His facial features began to undergo extremely subtle yet clearly perceptible adjustments.
His brow bone seemed a bit higher, making his eye sockets appear deeper. The lines of his nose became more upright and sharp. The curve of his lips seemed to reach perfection. The skin on his body became more delicate and smooth at a visible rate, radiating a lustrous glow under the light. His eyes remained calm, yet a hint of an indescribable demonic quality was quietly added to their depths, as if he could easily see through human hearts or steal their souls.
At this moment, his level of beauty seemed to break through some inherent human limit, reaching a non-human realm. Even more bizarrely, a nameless, intense attraction began to naturally radiate from him. This attraction felt as though it could act directly on the soul level, stirring the deepest, most primitive desires of any creature, regardless of gender or race.
In a daze, Lin Qiye left that kaleidoscopic Evil God Prison. When his consciousness returned to reality, he woke up in Hong Ying's home. The sky outside was just at the break of dawn. He gathered his thoughts, pushed open the bedroom door, and bumped straight into Hong Ying, who seemed to be coming to find him.
The moment Hong Ying saw Lin Qiye, her breath hitched. Her face, which was usually valiant and hero-like, actually showed a rare hint of a blush. The blush spread rapidly from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. Her eyes subconsciously dodged his, not daring to meet Lin Qiye's gaze. Even her voice carried an unnoticeable stutter.
"Qi... Qiye." She cleared her throat, seemingly trying to hide something. "Are... are you... going to eat breakfast?" Her tone carried a cautiousness she hadn't even noticed herself.
Si Xiaonan, who appeared immediately behind Hong Ying, had her lively eyes widen into circles the instant her gaze landed on Lin Qiye. Immediately, a brilliant light erupted in her eyes, comparable to the most fanatical fan seeing their idol in person. She almost rushed forward in three steps.
"Wow!"
"Qiye!"
"I feel like you're handsomer than the stars in those movies now!" She shook her head vigorously, feeling that such a description was far from enough. "No! You're ten thousand times—a hundred million times more handsome!"
"It's simply... simply like a god descending in person!"
"Is this also a privilege of being a God-Vassal? I'm so envious!" Her voice trembled slightly from over-excitement, and she even subconsciously reached out a hand, seemingly wanting to touch Lin Qiye's cheek to confirm if this suffocating handsomeness truly existed.