Elizabeth looked at Roy in surprise.
"Are you sure you want to hand over the Lust Authority to me? You don't have much of it, but with this power, you could at least become a lord in Hell."
"Who wants to go to that awful place? Isn't it better to stay in the human world?"
His words made Elizabeth chuckle.
"You're right! Hell's a boring dump, or I wouldn't be here either. But I'm not taking your stuff for free, little Roy!"
With that, Elizabeth leaned in, kissing Roy on the lips, drawing the Lust Authority out of his body.
[You have lost the Lust Authority (Minor)!]
[You have gained the Seed of Fear!]
[The special ability Fear Domain and the special ability Seed of Fear can be fused. Would you like to proceed with the fusion?]
No-brainer—fuse it now!
[The special ability Fear Domain and the special ability Seed of Fear have fused into Fear Incarnate!]
[Fear Incarnate: You are the primal darkness of this world. Whenever people think of you, they feel deep, unshakable fear!]
Passive Ability: Greatly enhances intimidation, vastly expands the range and effectiveness of collecting fear emotions. Your fear magic can now affect any creature, even those without intelligence.
Active Ability: You can now transform into the embodiment of fear itself.
The upgraded ability was similar to Desire Incarnate, further boosting Roy's combat strength.
"Roy, your current power level is still low, but once it reaches a certain point, this world will start rejecting you. You'll have to move to a higher realm, like Heaven or Hell," Elizabeth said.
Honestly, Roy had no interest in either place, but as long as his power kept growing, Earth would eventually push him out.
"We'll deal with that when the time comes. For now, let's focus on the moment!"
Like, for example, the moment with Elara in his arms.
After losing the Lust Authority, Elara returned to normal. The little demon's cheeks were flushed, completely lost in the joy of their "duo queue," her lips letting out sweet, melodious sounds.
Elizabeth, having gained a new Sin Authority, was thrilled. She stepped into the pool and wrapped her arms around Roy from behind.
And so, an epic "trio queue" began.
Roy, single-handedly facing two wicked demonesses, ultimately fell in battle.
He couldn't help it—his current physical condition was only slightly better than Elizabeth's human avatar, the Sloth Queen. Elara was the final straw that broke the camel's back, draining every last bit of Roy's stamina.
In the end, Elara's "mouths" were fully satisfied, and she fell into a content slumber.
"Roy, I think Elara might be ready to ascend. Why don't you leave her with me for now? I'll take care of her," Elizabeth said.
For once, she didn't mock Roy's defeat and even offered to help.
Maybe it was because Roy handed over the Lust Authority without hesitation, touching her in some way. For a demon queen, "touched" might sound odd, but Elizabeth was definitely feeling something, making her unusually patient with Roy—so much so that she joined him and Elara in a "ranked match" for the first time.
That was unheard of for the old Elizabeth.
"Ascend? Why would Elara ascend? I didn't do anything special," Roy asked.
"Succubi ascend differently from other demons. They need high-quality 'milkshakes' to level up. That's why Hell's succubi always cling to the strong—it's the fastest way for them to ascend."
So that's how it worked.
Now that he thought about it, Roy had indeed fed Elara plenty of "milkshakes." Her ascension made sense.
"Alright, Professor Elizabeth, I'll leave Elara with you. I've gotta head out."
Roy staggered toward the staircase, legs wobbly and dark circles under his eyes.
Elizabeth smirked. "Little Roy, you look beat. Want to rest at the manor?"
"No, no! I've got plans tonight!"
Rest at Elizabeth's manor? He'd probably get devoured alive!
Thankfully, Elizabeth didn't insist and let him leave.
"Mr. Black, you look rough!" Claudia, waiting outside the manor, was shocked to see Roy.
He'd gone in full of energy but came out looking half-dead. As a silicon-based lifeform, Claudia couldn't fathom what had happened.
"Don't ask, Claudia! Just get me home—I need a nap!"
With a flight to catch tonight, Roy had to recharge.
He slept until evening when a phone call jolted him awake.
"Hello, this is Roy."
"Roy, did you forget about tonight's plans?" Jennifer's voice snapped him out of his daze.
"No way, I'm on it! Where are you? I'll meet you now!"
After a few hours of rest, Roy's stamina was mostly back, but a new problem arose—he was starving. Hours of intense "exercise" had burned through his energy.
Luckily, Philip and Sarah weren't home, and Roy had emergency food stashed in his inventory. It was enough to tide him over until he could eat more on the plane.
Around midnight, Roy, Jennifer, and the four Apocalypse Society witches arrived at Austin's airport, boarding the Witches' Union private jet. Even Bumblebee and Claudia were loaded on board.
Three hours later, they'd land in Seattle, Washington.
"Roy, three hours just sitting around is boring. Wanna do something?" Madison winked, clearly hinting at some adult fun.
Roy shrugged. "I'm starving, not really in the mood."
Maria snapped her fingers. "Easy fix. There's a chef on board—let's get them cooking!"
Rich people's lives were something else—chefs on private jets.
This plane wasn't just a plane; it had a kitchen, a pool, a garage, a bar, bedrooms… a flying luxury mansion, offering extravagance at 30,000 feet.
Roy was wealthy too, but his lifestyle hadn't changed much. He just spent money without flinching now. Maybe he needed to learn from Madison and Serena about enjoying the high life—otherwise, what was the point of all that cash?
The chef got to work, but Madison suddenly pulled Jennifer away. The five women vanished into a bedroom, up to who-knows-what.
Roy didn't think much of it, focusing on his food. He had a feeling tonight would be another exhausting one.
Sure enough, mid-meal, the restaurant's lights went out.
Then, under nightclub-style neon lights, the four Apocalypse witches plus Jennifer strutted out of the bedroom like a fashion show, each wearing a sexy flight attendant outfit.
Roy nearly choked on his food. The witches' outfits were clearly a last-minute idea—none of them fit right.
Jennifer, now six feet tall with a curvaceous figure, was bursting out of her uniform. Meanwhile, petite Madison's outfit was comically oversized, giving her a clownish vibe.
Thankfully, the dim lighting hid Roy's amused expression from the five "flight attendants."
"Sir, I'm Madison Montgomery, your flight attendant. How can I assist you?" Madison, ever the actress, played her role convincingly despite the ill-fitting clothes.
Roy grinned. Roleplay, huh? He was game.
"Well, Miss Montgomery, my arms are a bit sore. Mind feeding me?"
Madison hadn't expected that request, but roleplay was roleplay.
"Of course, sir!"
With a sly glint in her eye, she took a bite of food from the plate, then used her mouth to feed Roy.
Roy was caught off guard by her bold move, only realizing what was happening when the food reached his lips.
Her tactic inspired the others. Maria opened a bottle of red wine, took a sip, and leaned in to "feed" Roy.
Soon, the table was cleared, thanks to the flight attendants' "assistance."
Roy wasn't fully satisfied, but with the mood like this, who cared about food?
"Sir, what other services would you like?" Madison and Maria perched on Roy's lap, whispering in his ears.
"Ever heard of an Eastern idiom, 'a thousand miles in a day'?"
The phrase stumped the five women, who looked confused.
"Yee-what now?" Madison blinked.
Before she could process it, Roy tore open her flight attendant skirt.
"You'll figure out what's coming next!"
Another grueling "flex queue" ensued. Counting the two souls sharing one body, Roy was up against seven opponents.
It was a brutal test, especially since he'd just played a high-stakes trio match at noon, his body not yet fully recovered.
The Apocalypse witches, being low-skill players, didn't notice Roy's fatigue. They weren't strong enough to make him take them seriously.
A little effort, and they'd be crying for mercy—especially Madison, who, despite her lack of skill, always rushed to be first, setting new records for fastest defeat yet never tiring of it.
[Ding! Obtained Zoe Benson's Conquest Chest! Open now?]
Jennifer, whose physical stats were improving, noticed something.
"You were with someone else today, weren't you?"
Roy gave an awkward smile. Jennifer was his official girlfriend, after all—he owed her some respect.
But she wasn't upset, just worried about his health. Whoever tired Roy out enough for dark circles had to be formidable.
Her first guess was Elizabeth.
"Was it Professor Elizabeth?"
Roy nodded, and Jennifer paused.
"Roy, your health comes first. Maybe we should call it a night."
"I'm fine. My body can handle it. I just didn't expect both 'matches' to line up like this."
Too many women led to scheduling conflicts like this, but it was a one-time fluke. It wouldn't happen again.
"Then lie back and relax. Let me take care of things," Jennifer said softly, pushing Roy down and transforming into a wild huntress.
With 93 points in physical stats, Roy might look tired, but he still had some gas in the tank.
Since Jennifer wanted to take charge, he wasn't about to say no.
Their connection was perfect, every "gallop" in sync, like rider and steed as one.
[Ding! Obtained Jennifer Morgan's Conquest Chest! Open now?]
After about half an hour, Jennifer tapped out. Lilith was the last to step up.
"Little master, wanna play something special?" Lilith purred, her attitude toward Roy growing more deferential since learning of his ties to the Sloth Queen.
If her earlier "master" title was half-teasing, now she genuinely served Roy.
She saw his potential and was betting big.
"Special game? What's that?"
Lilith conjured pink ribbons, binding herself and suspending her in the air. She blindfolded herself with another ribbon.
"Now, you can do anything to me."
"Anything?" Roy's interest was piqued.
Blindfolded, Lilith relied on her senses, heightening her awareness. Every move Roy made sent shivers through her.
Hanging in the air, she swayed slightly with the plane's motion—a truly unique setup.
This was the real "thousand miles in a day"!
"Lilith, here we go!"
Biting her lip, Lilith's face mixed anticipation and nervous excitement, irresistibly alluring.
Roy didn't keep her waiting, launching the battle with a powerful opening move.
The fight ended, leaving the battlefield in chaos.
With the plane about to land, Roy headed to the bathroom to splash water on his face.
Looking at his haggard reflection, he gritted his teeth.
"Worn out by wine and women—I'm a mess! Starting today, I'm quitting drinking!"
Jennifer