69novels Chapter 16: He raped Zawalud!
Chapter 16: He raped Zawalud!
"Hiss, why do I feel like I really am an evil god?"
Luo Huan shook her head, looking at the faint but ever-expanding green light on the street in the bead's image, and the more figures slowly sitting up as the memories were shared.
"Whatever, let's just leave it at that, it's good to have some fun!"
She shifted her gaze from the gradually awakening homeless people to the east coast.
Wall Street.
The view sank into that canyon built of steel, glass, and capital.
The towering buildings stand in close proximity, cutting across the sky and casting long, cold shadows.
The streets were narrow, and the traffic moved slowly. The low growls of engines and the honking of horns echoed and reverberated between the buildings, creating a never-ending, dull background noise.
Real sunlight can hardly reach the ground; instead, countless artificial light sources are used.
The office features stark white LED grilles, while the shop windows are illuminated by carefully adjusted warm-colored spotlights, and electronic screens display constantly refreshed streams of cold-colored data.
The interplay of light, attempting to create an atmosphere of prosperity and vitality, only made the air at the bottom of the canyon seem more stagnant and oppressive.
The camera pans upwards, past lit windows, over rooftop helipads and cooling towers, finally stopping at the edge of the top floor of a skyscraper.
Lucien Oldent was standing there.
He was naked except for a pair of garish dark red leather shoes.
The night breeze lifted his light golden hair.
He waved for the young woman beneath him to leave.
The woman lowered her head and quickly disappeared into the shadows leading to the interior security door.
Lucien didn't turn around.
He stretched out his arms and looked down at the car lights and figures moving like ants below.
"IF**king smashed my Rudo!"
Some soft, feminine voices escaped his lips, only to be swallowed up by the constant echoing noise.
This is one of the highest points on Wall Street.
Thanks to this highly efficient urban planning, those well-dressed elites below rarely see real sunlight for most of the day.
And by standing here, looking down on everything, he is, in a sense, raping the entire Wall Street!
But the physical sense of conquest quickly faded.
A sense of emptiness, like a cold tide, filled every corner once again.
That's all there is to it.
That's all there is to it.
"Boring."
I've tried chemical ecstasy, joined various secret and public clubs, and experienced forbidden things.
The red shoes on his feet were a membership badge given to him by a small group; the boy was adorable.
Because the sacrifice offered to the Lord was the firstborn virgin boy.
At first, there was a thrilling, tingling sensation, but now all that remains is numbness.
They were extremely wealthy, their status was impeccable, and they were from the ancient Alden family, whose wealth and reputation had been accumulated over generations.
Unfortunately, he was the second son.
The only things he can squander are more money than he could ever spend in his lifetime and a surname that's gilded.
The only substantial thing he can pass on to future generations is probably the title of chairman of a million-dollar charitable foundation under his name.
That's it.
Target?
They have long been lost in countless desires that can be easily satisfied.
The group of people in front of him, so eager to make a living, were just as utterly boring as all the thrills he had ever experienced before.
Just as this sense of emptiness was about to devour the last vestiges of his emotions, a voice exploded without warning deep within his mind:
"Ignorant mortals, look at something good."
The next moment, it seemed as if something was poured into his soul.
In an instant, his soul was filled, swelled, and finally sublimated and transformed.
It was as if someone had suddenly turned a valve deep within his soul, a valve that had long been rusted and covered in dust, to its maximum, and then connected it to the Milky Way.
"Ugh—!"
Lucien's body stiffened abruptly, leaning backward, and he let out a short, almost suffocating gasp.
His eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracted, and then rapidly dilated.
Everything in my field of vision has changed.
The car lights flowing on the street below are no longer cold dots; they stretch out dazzling light trails, intertwining into a boiling river of energy.
The reflected light waves from the building's glass curtain wall became rhythmic, like the slowly breathing skin of a giant beast;
Even the ever-repeating city noise is broken down into countless distinct and strangely beautiful parts, merging into a grand and frenetic symphony!
An unprecedented sense of pleasure exploded from the depths of every cell.
It's not just a simple pleasure; it's the ultimate shock and joy that comes from witnessing another, more magnificent, chaotic, and infinitely possible truth about the world after one's cognition has been broadened by violence.
He felt so light he could fly, his soul almost breaking free of the constraints of his body.
"Lord!!"
He screamed, his voice distorted by the extreme impact.
【The Ghost Who Breaks the Threshold】.
The name of power naturally comes to mind.
He could sense that he could trigger "thresholds"—whether it was his own or others' sensory thresholds, emotional thresholds, or cognitive tolerance thresholds...
It involves drastically boosting the target's level in a short period of time and establishing a empathetic connection with the target, sharing the experience of being forcibly elevated.
At this moment, he was unconsciously using it on himself, completely blasting open the valves of his senses and cognition.
At the same time, a warm and gentle force flows through the whole body, and the hidden pain and discomfort left by the long-term erosion of various chemical agents are being slowly repaired and soothed.
But the mental euphoria far outweighed the physical recovery, occupying all his senses.
Inside the divine realm, Luo Huan grinned as he looked at Lucien inside the bead, who seemed about to melt and ascend to heaven on the spot.
"Heh, don't let yourself become an idiot~ But this past, oh my! It terrifies me!"
I casually used the upgraded [Hunting Dog] ability to look through his past.
It's like watching a world of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms filled with 502 errors; it's even more exciting than the dark web.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I wonder what kind of cleaning chores you'll get up to~"
However, she did not interrupt and continued to observe.
Not far behind Lucien, the old butler Steve, who had been standing still like a shadow, moved the moment Lucien leaned back and let out a scream.
He quickly took out a piece of white velvet cloth, soaked in a special liquid and kept at the right temperature and humidity, from the constant-temperature silver box he carried with him.
The liquid was pure, with a very faint, unmistakable rusty smell.
It originates from the blood of virgin boys who have undergone rigorous selection.
He strode forward, ready to use the expensive soothing agent to help the young master calm down from the edge of over-excitement, just as he had done countless times before.
But this time, Lucien suddenly raised a hand to stop him.
Lucien was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, but his blue eyes, which were usually shrouded in a thin mist of weariness, were now shining brightly.
Inside, a magnificent storm that has not yet subsided and a newborn, fiery clarity are churning.
His eyes often held a starlight in them.
He then looked down at the glaring red leather shoes on his feet, a clear look of disgust flashing across his face.
He bent down and roughly ripped off the shoes, standing barefoot on the cold top floor.
Then, he threw the shoe off the edge of the roof.
The red speck spun around and quickly plunged into the canyon below, where light and shadow intertwined, and disappeared.
"Steve,"
Lucien spoke, his voice still a little unsteady, but carrying an undeniable authority.
"Prepare the hot springs. And all this useless stuff,"
He glanced at the expensive velvet cloth in the butler's hand.
"We won't need it anymore."
He turned around to face the thin, real morning light that gradually spread from the edge of the city skyline.
As the sun rose, the light outlined his rather thin body.
With her body naked and her back to the bright sky, she seemed to be embedded in a halo of light.
"host,"
He spoke in a low voice, a genuine and sharp smile curving his lips.
"It has already given me a clue."
The morning light fell on his light golden hair and the lines of his shoulders and neck, inexplicably revealing a strange sense of purity that was almost solemn and stripped of its superficiality.
Like an angel descended to earth.