Chapter 521: Fated Encounter Miles Apart
Chapter 521: Fated Encounter Miles Apart
After growing closer to Asaka Akihime, her long-restrained emotions erupted like an explosion.
She became utterly relentless in her affections.
The spaceship bore traces of their passionate encounters everywhere—they’d even experimented with battles across land, sea, and air.
To borrow a famous phrase: they fought upon the earth, they fought beneath the waves, they fought amidst the clouds.
Fang Cheng sensed Asaka Akihime’s desperate mindset—clinging to him with child-seeking fervor, always ensuring thorough “cleanup” afterward.
Ye Yuqing remained carefree, diving daily to catch octopuses and sea monsters to please either Akihime or Fang Cheng’s cravings.
Days passed without the spaceship returning directly to Hokkaido, instead drifting aimlessly across the Pacific Ocean.
Fang Cheng stalled mainly to gauge the North American government’s reaction.
Had they responded aggressively, he’d have hidden the vessel.
But North America stayed eerily quiet—no messages online, no signs of disturbance.
He’d even phoned Mechanical City, instructing Sato Mai to infiltrate North American networks.
The hacked data revealed the government had inexplicably buried the incident, silencing all traces.
“Darling, try this.”
Asaka Akihime pressed a grilled octopus skewer to Fang Cheng’s lips.
He ate it absently, eyes glued to his phone displaying Sato Mai’s intel—North America’s policy shifts and superpowered troop movements.
The trio lounged on the deck, basking under sunlight while feasting on seafood.
Both women wore scandalously revealing swimsuits, their flawless figures unobscured by outsiders.
Fang Cheng traced circles on Akihime’s pale thigh. “Minghui, what if we extend our sea voyage?”
Returning held no urgency—waiting a month seemed prudent.
“Perfect.”
Akihime’s smile glowed. Endless days alone with Fang Cheng, indulging in intimacy—this was her dream life, one she never wanted to end.
She glanced backward, then offered a cherry held between her teeth. Fang Cheng met her lips, sharing the fruit’s sweetness.
Ye Yuqing remained oblivious to the couple’s antics, focused on grilling fish nearby.
“Ah Cheng!”
Minutes later, she bounded over waving charred seaweed skewers. “Let’s visit Hawaii!”
Fang Cheng blinked. “Why there suddenly?”
“Because I’d never been there before.”
“You haven’t been to plenty of places.”
The spaceship kept circling over the Pacific Ocean, not far from Hawaii. Getting there wouldn’t be difficult.
Fang Cheng glanced at Asaka Akihime, noticing her eager expression, and agreed, “Alright then.”
The spaceship immediately changed course toward Hawaii, reaching the islands within hours at regular speed.
They stopped outside territorial waters. Fang Cheng illegally brought both women through the air into the islands.
From above, seven differently sized islands dotted the ocean.
The coastline was packed with tourists.
Fang Cheng landed at an empty spot, formed two convertible sports cars through blood creation, and started their island tour.
Most island activities like diving and skydiving thrilled ordinary people but bored the trio.
Ye Yuqing had nearly made herself seasick from catching fish underwater lately and refused to dive.
Skydiving paled compared to Fang Cheng taking them on freefalls from tens of thousands of meters up.
They settled for driving around volcanoes and sightseeing.
After touring, they decided to buy gifts for Mechanical City residents before returning.
At an open-air mall downtown, Asaka Akihime and Ye Yuqing unleashed their shopping frenzy.
Fang Cheng stayed trapped as their personal wallet.
The mall proved hellish for men. When Fang Cheng finally regained his bearings, only Asaka Akihime remained.
Ye Yuqing had vanished after being sent to buy lipstick.
Asaka Akihime dragged Fang Cheng into a high-end boutique to pick clothes.
She entered the fitting room while Fang Cheng waited outside.
Soon the door creaked open. A blushing Asaka Akihime peeked out. “Honey, I can’t get the zipper up. Help me?”
Fang Cheng’s pulse quickened. With Ye Yuqing gone, her intentions were obvious.
He never imagined sweet Akihime would act so brazen.
Not that he minded.
Fueled by determination to “correct her dirty thoughts,” Fang Cheng slipped into the fitting room.
Thirty minutes later, lipstick-purchasing Ye Yuqing returned.
She knocked. “Akihime! You done yet?”
“Al…most… there…”
The reply came between odd rustling sounds.
Ye Yuqing narrowed her eyes. “What’re you doing in there?”
Silence fell. The door opened to reveal Asaka Akihime calmly holding clothes.
Ye Yuqing craned her neck to check the fitting room but found nothing.
She eyed her suspiciously. “Where’s Ah Cheng?”
Asaka Akihime tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “He had something to attend to,” she replied with a smile.
Ye Yuqing studied that radiant expression – the woman looked like a flower basking in morning dew.
…
Elsewhere in the mall, Fang Cheng crouched within a tourist’s shadow and let out a small sigh.
Shadow Leap had saved him from being trapped in a dressing room by Ye Yuqing today.
He waited until the possessed tourist exited the building before slipping from the shadow. As he approached the mall’s main doors, his steps froze.
A motorcycle stood parked outside.
His motorcycle.
He moved closer, examining every scratch. This wasn’t just similar to the one stolen from Fox Spirit House – it was identical.
Though he tried reasoning – many bikes shared designs – his gut said otherwise. If this really was his…
Fang Cheng decided to wait five minutes.
Three minutes in, a hunched figure approached. Metal tools flashed. The engine roared to life. As the thief sped away, Fang Cheng’s suspicions solidified.
This was his bike. That one-of-a-kind machine with the uncanny knack for getting stolen.
It had somehow crossed oceans to Hawaii.
He texted Asaka Akihime about being delayed, then trailed the thief through labyrinthine alleys into a rundown neighborhood. The thief chained the bike to a railing and disappeared inside an apartment.
Fang Cheng waited.
Two minutes later, a second thief appeared. Bolt cutters snapped the chain. The bike changed hands again.
Twenty minutes. Two thieves. Now certain, Fang Cheng struck – a quick jab to the second thief’s neck, catching the falling body before it hit pavement.
He didn’t need transportation anymore. But this bike… its stubborn refusal to stay stolen, its persistence in reappearing – it deserved preservation.
“Get stolen again,” he warned the machine, “and I’m taking your name.” The motorcycle vanished into his shadow. For good measure, he smeared his blood across the seat.
Now it wouldn’t budge unless he willed it.
Just as Fang Cheng turned to leave, a car passed through the intersection ahead, carrying a strange scent.
The scent gave Fang Cheng an odd feeling, as if he’d smelled it before.
He transformed into a bat and soared into the air, chasing swiftly.
The SUV’s driver was an ordinary-looking young woman wearing black-framed glasses and an office dress, giving her an intellectual look.
Fang Cheng didn’t recognize her, but there was a familiarity about her.
Unaware of the trailing bat, the woman drove out of the city.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at a small villa in the suburbs.
The woman exited and entered the villa.
Fang Cheng landed on the rooftop, locking onto her scent.
Inside, the woman went straight to the basement.
She flicked on the light, pushed aside a cabinet against the wall, and exposed a hidden secret chamber.
The chamber overflowed with cash and gold bars, resembling a small bank vault.
Ignoring the riches, the woman grabbed a dozen USB drives from a shelf, tucking them into her handbag.
She hurried back upstairs.
As she stepped into the living room, a voice cut through the silence.
“Hello. I’ve waited long enough.”
The woman panicked, turning to see a young white man sitting casually on the sofa, legs crossed.
He wore a leather jacket and boots, with a lip piercing and blue-dyed hair, his style unconventional.
Clutching her handbag, the woman asked nervously, “Who are you?”
The young man grinned. “Who I am doesn’t matter. Hand over what you’re carrying.”
The woman spun around and bolted for the door.
“Why resist? Your master is dead. Only the earl deserves to inherit what’s left.”
In an instant, he teleported behind the door, blocking her escape.
The woman yanked a handgun from her coat and fired.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
Bullet holes peppered the door.
But the young man had already appeared before her, swatting her aside with a wave.
She tumbled across the floor, handbag skidding away.
As she struggled to rise, he stepped on her chest. “Yield or die.”
Gasping, she raised the gun and emptied the clip into his face.
His shattered skull healed instantly.
He spat out bullets and smirked, pressing his boot down harder.
With a loud crack!
The woman’s chest was crushed, spraying blood and organs everywhere.
After confirming her death, the young man picked up the fallen handbag from the floor.
As he prepared to leave the villa, his body suddenly froze.
He slowly turned to see an extremely handsome stranger sitting on the sofa, legs crossed in the exact position he’d just occupied.
The young man grew alert. Though he couldn’t gauge the stranger’s power, appearing silently in the villa meant this was definitely no ordinary person.
Fang Cheng examined the vampire youth. “Who are you?”
The young man blinked. Wasn’t that his line?
“When asking someone’s identity…”
He grinned, exposing sharp fangs. “…shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?”
“Never mind. I’ll ask instead.”
Blazing solar rays shot from Fang Cheng’s eyes, cutting the vampire in half and blasting through multiple walls behind.
“Aaaaah!”
The bisected youth writhed on the floor, his seared wounds smoking. Solar rays crippled vampire regeneration – a heart shot could kill lesser vampires instantly.
Fang Cheng kept him alive for questioning. After blood-sealing the youth, he addressed the “corpse” on the floor: “Stop faking. Get up.”
The woman sat up abruptly, wounds healing as her plain features transformed into stunning beauty.
Fang Cheng’s voice hardened. “Eve. Again.”
Isis’s assistant. Their third meeting: first in Iyaya’s paradise, then Mechanical City. This reunion felt like twisted fate.
Eve lacked the usual vampire stench, emitting a unique aura Fang Cheng could only detect after gaining Blood Source ability.
She bowed gracefully. “We meet again.”
Before she straightened, Fang Cheng materialized before her, slamming her against the wall. Cracks spiderwebbed through plaster as debris rained down.
“Where’s Isis?” he demanded, hand crushing her neck. Eve’s survival meant the queen lived too – vulnerable somewhere needing elimination.
Eve smiled calmly beneath his grip. “You’ll find our Queen when you enter the kingdom of the undead.”
Fang Cheng tightened his hold. “Where is she NOW?”
“Then kill me,” Eve maintained her smile.