Chapter 205: Not a Spring Dream, but a Nightmare

When Fang Cheng woke up, his face stung as though he’d been kicked twice.

The bed lay in disarray, carrying the faint residue of perfume.

He clutched his head, the illusion’s horrors still clinging to his mind like cobwebs.

If anyone boasted about bedding a thousand women, Fang Cheng would’ve called them a true legend.

Why not “iron-willed”? Because even iron would melt under such strain.

For the first time, Fang Cheng understood the sheer terror of a thousand desperate women – worse than any enemy he’d ever faced.

The worst part? The illusion felt utterly real, with no way to tell it from reality.

Trapped in that timeless nightmare, he’d endured pressures no one his age should bear.

In his current mental state, shaving his head to become a monk might instantly grant him enlightenment.

Evil god-chan’s “reward” was nothing but pure torment.

Fang Cheng knew resisting her power meant facing endless “massacres” – thousands, maybe tens of thousands.

A few more rounds, and he’d become as sexually indifferent as any vampire.

As he puzzled over the bed’s perfume scent, glowing words materialized:

[Energy absorption in progress…]

[Evil god’s love +1]

[Evil god’s love – The Goddess of Compassion’s twisted care, both blessing and scourge.]

No shock this time – Iyaya had hinted during the illusion about granting more power.

He quickly grasped this new ability’s nature.

Like evil god’s gift, it was a passive ability: boosted curse resistance, allowed Word Spirit Technique use without needing the Bible.

But his connection to the evil god deepened, body and mind growing more tainted.

Death would now send his soul straight to paradise – no choice, no chance at redemption.

“Hiss-”

Sharp pain stabbed his chest. Ripping off his nightgown, he found a Pattern resembling tentacles coiling into an eye.

“Damn. She’s serious now.”

Fang Cheng’s face hardened.

Iyaya’s message was clear: reject her, and she’d force a deal to claim his body.

This couldn’t wait. Unless solved quickly, even multiple lives wouldn’t survive the evil god’s games.

…

Slap!

Ye Yuqing slammed breakfast onto the dining table, soup nearly splashing Fang Cheng.

“Ye Yuqing! Swallow explosives for breakfast?”

Fang Cheng was surprised. These past few days since suddenly striking it rich, Ye Yuqing had been grinning like an idiot while chattering about global travels and feasting. Yet this morning, she looked like her parents just died, face as stiff as a board.

Hearing Fang Cheng’s careless words made Ye Yuqing boil hotter. “You know exactly why I’m furious!”

That foolish Akihime had waltzed straight into Fang Cheng’s bed this morning, nearly getting devoured. If Ye Yuqing hadn’t seized body control in time to kick him away, she’d be dealing with worse than anger today. Still, the bastard had groped her sore spots that still ached.

Fang Cheng remembered the bed’s perfume scent. “You visited my room this morning? I was dreaming and clueless.” He’d been stuck in Iyaya’s illusion, oblivious to reality.

“Akihime went, not me!” Ye Yuqing glared, convinced he’d faked sleep. “Think some spring dream excuse will work?”

Fang Cheng shuddered, genuine fear flashing. “Not spring dream. Nightmare.”

His real terror piqued her curiosity. “What nightmare?”

“You and Akihime assaulted me. I kept screaming ‘Yamete!’ but you heartless monsters smothered me to death repeatedly.”

Ye Yuqing…

She slammed her chopsticks down. “You take me for a fool? Your pervy schemes won’t work while I’m around!”

Fang Cheng sighed in relief instead. His mindset now hovered near celibacy – even if she stripped and begged, he’d stay dry. Serene as still water. Last experience suggested normalcy would take months.

Seeing her lingering anger, he deflected: “Focus on spending instead. How about a mansion?”

“Mansion?” Her eyes lit up instantly.

“We’ll discuss with Sato siblings later. You brainstorm sizes.”

Distracted, she let him breakfast in peace.

The Uka family’s payout was obscene – enough for four to live lavishly forever. But Fang Cheng’s true harvest wasn’t just wealth.

Battlefield looting boosted his Life count to unprecedented 97, plus Ability Fragments. Lying Demon’s Voice and Flexible Long Tongue finally completed. This windfall inflated his confidence enough to consider revisiting paradise.

Yet evil god-chan’s “care” popped his ego fast. Better lay low unless tentacles come pants-snatching. More lives meant stronger sense of danger – each gain heralded lethal crises. He prayed for delay, craving mundane rich guy monotony.

Post-breakfast, Kanzaki Rin and Sato siblings arrived. Despite post-Uka chaos needing her attention, Rin prioritized their third meeting. The first ousted Aoki Yusuke, the second secured her promotion. Today’s agenda? New residence and future plans.

Though unofficial member, Rin treated Fang Cheng’s small group seriously, attending every meeting. None saw her as outsider.