Chapter 109: Theodore’s Strategy and Theresia’s Misunderstanding

These are truly formidable enemies.

From within the room concealed by magic, Theodore diligently observed the adversaries through surveillance spells deployed across various battlefields.

He meticulously recorded every piece of intel on the enemies, intending to compile it later with Larkin and the others to formulate a preliminary analysis report.

‘Know thyself and know thy enemy, and you shall win a hundred battles.’

Even though he had transformed into a giant, Theodore had no intention of abandoning his intellect.

****

He truly had to thank Clown and his associates for their cooperation. Theodore’s primary concern had been that they would flip the entire building in a fit of rage. Instead, they had obediently charged in as if playing a simple game, even coordinating to fight individually—a truly thoughtful gesture.

“Theresia, do any of these individuals seem familiar to you?”

Theodore asked, his voice a low murmur, as he gently twirled a strand of her silky black hair. Theresia was nestled in his arms, her face buried deep in his chest.

“Mmm~”

Theresia dazedly lifted her head to look at Theodore. In this room, which belonged solely to the two of them, her body felt utterly soft and weak.

He had taken the liberty of holding her in his arms, placing her on his lap. If he were to attempt anything now, she would struggle even to speak.

‘He said he would tease me, didn’t he?’

‘This is a golden opportunity for him. Oh, the nefarious Theodore! He used the excuse of gathering intelligence to send his companions away one by one, then he rendered me completely powerless, and now we’re in this secret, hidden room where no one will disturb us!’

‘We had already agreed to start as a normal couple. He shouldn’t be so impatient, right?’

‘No, men are creatures who think with their lower bodies. If I were in Theodore’s position right now, I definitely wouldn’t let this chance slip by.’

‘I am completely defenseless at this moment.’

‘He would surely find a way to do push-ups, then tease me with words, pretending I don’t want it when my body clearly does.’

‘Calm down, I must remain calm.’

‘Should I resist fiercely or simply give in and enjoy it?’

‘Wait, Theodore seems to be speaking to me. What is he saying?’

‘I didn’t hear him clearly.’

‘Could he be saying, ‘Scream, scream until your throat is hoarse, no one will come to save you,’ or something similar?’

Theresia adopted a resolute expression, glaring fiercely at Theodore.

“I… will not… scream.”

Theodore looked at Theresia, whose face was flushed even redder than if she had a fever.

“?”

‘Wait, what is this black dragon thinking?’

‘Surely she doesn’t believe I intend to make a move on her right now?!’

‘Seriously, am I that kind of person?’

…Theodore swore to the Dragon God that before Theresia looked at him like that, his heart had been truly pure and unblemished, without the slightest impurity.

However, if one wishes no weeds to grow, one must not let their seeds fall into fertile soil.

Undoubtedly, Theresia had sown seeds in Theodore’s mind.

This atmosphere, it felt as though he could simply take advantage of the situation and force Theresia.

With this thought, Theodore slowly raised his hand, reaching out towards Theresia.

“Gulp.”

Theresia suddenly swallowed hard. ‘Where will this hand land on my body? As long as it’s not that ‘watering can’ spot below, I can accept it. I must at least hold the line!’

‘Come on, Theodore, I’m not afraid of you!’ Theresia thought, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Then, Theodore kneaded her face as if it were dough.

“I asked you a question. What do you think of these enemies? Why are you spacing out?”

Upon meeting his gaze, her mind descended into a frenzy.

‘What kind of self-conquest was she engaging in?!’

After giving herself a serious mental punch, Theresia, with one side of her face now puffy, shook her head.

“I don’t recognize any of them, nor have I ever heard of them. However, any organization capable of gathering such abnormal races must have significant backing. It’s worth having Dragonbird’s intelligence agency launch a full investigation!”

“Mm-hmm, I see,” Theodore nodded to himself, seemingly just discussing old acquaintances.

But just as Theresia was about to lower her guard, Theodore suddenly bent down, biting her earlobe, and whispered softly, “That kind of thing, we’ll do it until we’re thoroughly satisfied, once the time is right.”

Theresia: “!!!”

Seizing the moment while Theresia’s head was steaming, Theodore, giving the now-compromised little black dragon no time to react, placed her on the seat before standing up.

“Everyone should be nearing their limits. I’ll take over now to finish things up and gather some more intel.”

****

A thousand cuts.

The silver-white blades of light carved through space like ethereal scars, relentlessly etching themselves into Clown’s moving form.

This was the blade technique Aesop had honed after processing tens of thousands of ingredients, its essence being speed and sharpness.

He aimed to spare his companions the pain of death, allowing them to transform into perfectly translucent slices of ingredients.

This technique was so profound that Clown couldn’t evade it at all, forcing him to maintain a constant ethereal state.

Despite being a pervert, he was indeed a formidable one.

However, Clown narrowed his eyes. As the 999th blade of light flared in the space where his body resided, the 1000th never appeared.

Looking at Aesop, who was kneeling on one knee not far away, Clown spoke indifferently, “Since, as I said, the bloodline contains the ability of etherealization, then the Phantasm race should inherently possess weaker physical stamina compared to other races. That should have been inherited as well.”

“Such rapid blade work and precision must have consumed a vast amount of your stamina and mental energy. You’ve certainly wasted a lot of my time. Are there any other inheritances?”

Aesop panted, “Please.”

“Hm?” Clown frowned, asking, “What did you say?”

Aesop looked at Clown with the most sincere gaze of his life.

“Please, even if it’s just sashimi, let me taste how delicious that ingredient, which even gods covet, truly is! Oh, and if possible, I’d like the heart meat.”

Clown: “…”

Clown’s myriad thoughts coalesced into a single number, and then, black magical tentacles instantly overflowed the entire room from behind him.

Such a pervert could no longer be corrected by mere death; a decisive strike was imperative!

‘Watch me penetrate every crevice!’

However, just as the black tentacles swallowed Aesop like a tide, he himself vanished.

More accurately, he etherealized and slipped into the wall, making his escape.

‘So that’s it. He still had enough stamina for a brief etherealization?’

Aside from the power of the gods, the ability of ‘etherealization’ was perhaps best suited for hide-and-seek and escape.

Even without actively activating it, one’s aura could be perfectly concealed, making them difficult to detect. Combined with the characteristic of ignoring physical world interference after etherealization, as long as one escaped the enemy’s line of sight, there was a high probability of escape.

‘But who do you think gave you your etherealization ability?’

‘Hehehe, today you shall endure the punishment of ‘penetrating every crevice’!’

Clown quickly pinpointed Aesop’s location and prepared to pursue. It was at this moment that a stone spear, descending from the heavens, surged towards him with an unstoppable momentum.

Clown: “!!!”

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