Below him was soft earth, and above, white clouds floated lazily across the sky.
Super-powered individuals didn't need bedding to sleep.
For once, Malrick relaxed his mind and slept soundly through the night.
Although his consciousness remained awake through his two avatars in his inner world, at least his main body slept peacefully in Diana's embrace.
When the morning breeze blew, Malrick's eyelids fluttered, and he slowly woke.
The moment he opened his eyes, Diana was there.
Bathed in the soft glow of the morning light, she lay curled in Malrick's arms like a freshly peeled lychee.
Dew clung to the tips of her hair, and through the strands scattered across her face, one could glimpse her rosy cheeks and slightly parted, flushed lips.
Her warm breath brushed against Malrick's face, chasing away the morning chill.
Not that Malrick was cold.
The chill came from a distant hill—where Hippolyta stood, her icy gaze fixed upon them.
That gaze had lingered all night.
It was impressive that Her Majesty, the Queen, had endured the entire night without storming over to demand an explanation.
Even the Amazon warriors, who had rushed over out of curiosity or alarm, were stopped by their queen.
The earth-shattering commotion last night had made every Amazon fear that the island was about to sink.
It wasn't until Queen Hippolyta, her expression dark, declared it a "normal phenomenon" that they calmed down—though most still spent the night on edge.
Only the Queen knew the truth.
She knew her precious daughter—her prized cabbage—had been "porked" by a wild boar.
Then again, judging by the terrifying noise, it was also possible that her own domestic pig had "porked" the wild vegetable from outside.
To be honest, Hippolyta was questioning her life choices.
Even when Zeus had been with her, there had never been such a commotion.
That Malrick had better not let Diana wear him to death.
Because of that worry, once the mountain-shaking ruckus ended, Hippolyta had rushed to the scene.
But after only a distant glance—without even seeing clearly—her expression turned grim.
It was bad. Diana was truly going to be carried off this time.
And that Malrick—doing such things without even finding a room—really thought Paradise Island was his home now!
Hippolyta had wanted to rush over and pull the two apart.
But the "battle" had already reached a vigorous stage; if she went now, would she be joining in?
With a sullen face, Hippolyta turned and walked back into the island, seething with indignation.
Yet she hadn't even fallen into deep sleep when she overheard warriors preparing to search the island for the source of the tremors.
She quickly got up again, dismissed everyone, and quietly ran to the hill alone to stand guard for the two of them.
This was truly… a sin.
As Diana's mother, she now had to stand watch over her daughter during such an affair.
The more Queen Hippolyta thought about it, the angrier she became.
She wished she could run Malrick through with her sword.
When Malrick woke, the first thing he sensed was the Queen's cold gaze still fixed on him.
Using his super-hearing to gauge the island's movements, Malrick quickly pieced together the situation and awkwardly rubbed his nose.
He quietly draped clothes over Diana, then commanded the Dormammu Suit to reform around his body in a casual style.
"Hmm… is it already morning, Malrick?"
Feeling the warmth around her vanish, Diana stirred awake.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, her hair cascading over her shoulders. The clothes Malrick had placed on her slipped off, revealing her wheat-colored skin and the blush still lingering on her breast.
Malrick leaned in and kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth before picking up her clothes to help her dress.
The garments were actually her leather armor.
Malrick didn't have a habit of tearing clothes, so they were still intact.
After all, with the spatial rules at his command, he only needed to slice lightly for even the tightest wraps to fall away as smoothly as Dove chocolate.
"Your mother's been waiting for us for a while," Malrick said softly. "Let's go—before she gets angry enough to explode."
"Right, right!" At the mention of her mother, Diana, still groggy moments before, jolted awake.
She hurriedly pulled on her combat boots, fastened her sword, grabbed Malrick's hand, and sprinted toward the interior of the island.
"Let's hurry back to my room! If Mother finds out we spent the night by the cliff, we're doomed!"
Diana dashed ahead in a fluster, her long, powerful legs leaping ten meters at a time like a martial arts master practicing qinggong.
Malrick followed alongside, realizing that Diana's head must still be foggy.
He had already told her that Hippolyta was waiting for them—so why was Diana still trying to sneak around?
Was this the confusion that came with love?
Last night, they had confessed their feelings countless times.
Now Diana was truly Malrick's girlfriend.
And she was the kind who couldn't be driven away, even if Tony Stark offered her a million dollars.
When they reached the densely packed area of the island, Diana noticed nearly everyone was outside their rooms, chatting in small groups.
She quickly pulled Malrick down, crouching low, hoping to sneak back unnoticed.
But the warriors' conversations drifted over to them.
"What happened last night? The tremors on Paradise Island lasted over three hours—it felt like the rock layers beneath us were colliding."
"I can't figure it out. The seas around Paradise Island have been calm for thousands of years. Was someone attacking us?"
"But Her Majesty said everything was normal."
"If that's normal, then I don't want to see abnormal. The ground was shaking like someone was pounding the island's foundation!"
"What kind of foundation could withstand that kind of pounding? Impossible!"
The tone of their conversations was serious.
But as Diana listened, her face turned red.
Even if she was usually innocent and romantic, she couldn't help but feel deeply embarrassed.
Because the tremors her sisters discussed were entirely caused by her own "bad behavior."
Unlike Malrick, who could control his power perfectly in any movement, when Diana lost herself completely, each thrust was like a direct strike from a space-based weapon.
Still, Malrick couldn't deny it—he had been completely satisfied.
Previously, Ada and Jill had given him the most comfort—one like a vise, the other like a furnace.
But Diana? She was a space-based weapon in motion.
The level of pleasure had skyrocketed.
Malrick decided he had to take Diana away and train her properly.
With so many ways to grow stronger in both the Marvel and DC worlds, surely one could help Diana evolve beyond even a space-based weapon.
Preferably, she'd become the ultimate weapon—combining the might of space-based, thermobaric, and weather weapons all in one.
"Malrick!" At that moment, Diana suddenly squeezed his hand tightly, her small face flushing red.
"Our… our movements last night were too loud!" she whispered.
Malrick nodded calmly. "I know."
"You know?" Diana's eyes widened. "Then why didn't you stop me? What if someone had found out?"
"It's fine," Malrick said with a casual wave.
Last night, he had been too engrossed to even use his Bio-field to cover the island.
But it didn't matter—aside from the ground around their location being cracked and sunken by ten meters
, nothing else had been damaged.
"Her Majesty the Queen stopped everyone last night," he added, "and she even stood guard for us this morning. So it's fine."