I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 120. I am your most loyal believer!
Although the Calamity Liquid poured into the princess's body was not absorbed by the Calamity Demon's heart, it still provided Xia Feng with an amplification of his mental power, albeit a very slight one.

It took a long time to increase by 0.01. I estimate that if I continue to apply it for an hour, I can get an increase of 1 Soc.

Although it was slow, every little bit helps, so Xia Feng didn't complain and continued to excitedly accept Miss Evil Dragon's initiative.

"Uhhhhhh-"

He couldn't control himself and let out a pleasurable scream.

This continued for ten minutes before Di Si finally stopped.

Xia Feng sat softly before the throne, her bare feet beneath her thin, star-patterned dress were white and her toenails were pink and delicate. She gently lifted her foot as if to lift his chin, but after a pause, she quickly lowered it again.

The woman with the dragon tail looked down at him, her vertical pupils calm: "Do you feel it, human? This is a suffering you cannot bear."

Current mental strength: 40.1 Soc

Xia Feng caught his breath, looked up, and grinned excitedly: "Empress Di Si, please increase the intensity!"

"..." Di Si had never seen such a stubborn human being, who could still laugh even in such excruciating pain.

"Stubborn to the end." She gave Xia Feng a deep look and began to intensify her efforts.

During the convulsions, Xia Feng's soul was sublimated, and his mental strength steadily increased.

Your mental strength has been permanently increased by 0.01 Soc.

[Your Spirit Power is permanently increased by 0.01 Soc]

Although the progress is slow, one hour equals 1 SOc.

Three hours later, it directly increased his Soc by 3.

Current mental strength: 43 Soc

Being toyed with by Miss Evil Dragon for three hours will increase your mental strength by 3 points, which is equivalent to a Spirit Infusion Fruit.

This is such a rip-off! Xia Feng's dark eyes were slightly vacant as he slumped to the ground, looking utterly exhausted.

Although he was indeed quite tired, and his spirit was about to collapse as he went on, he was very satisfied with the 14 points of mental energy he gained from entering the space.

He decided that Miss Evil Dragon would be his second experience point.

As for the number one experience pack, it has to be Miss Mu!

Seeing the male human finally fall, the dragon-tailed woman, barefoot and with snow-white feet, returned to her throne.

His imposing, cold vertical pupils looked down at Xia Feng, silently waiting for him to face reality and beg for mercy.

"Your Majesty, Empress Si," Xia Feng suddenly stood up, his gaze burning, "From this day forward, I will be your most loyal follower!"

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Looking at the radiant smile and sincere gaze before me, I felt a fierce fire burning within me that seemed capable of scorching even the heart of a god.

Her pale, vertical pupils, which had remained cold and indifferent throughout, were momentarily lost in thought; this was the first time she had ever felt such genuine emotion.

This human belief took her by surprise.

How could such unwavering conviction arise from mere physical desire?! One can only say that the Homo sapiens race, evolved from the prehistoric era, always manages to do things that defy expectations.

Perhaps, this is the power of lust?
She didn't really understand what human physical desires were all about.

According to the teachings of the clan elders, when a human has physical desire for another human, he will feel 'liking' under the influence of hormones. This feeling comes quickly and goes quickly; one second he may like someone and the next he may feel disgust.

However, if it can be maintained for a long time, it may evolve into an emotion called 'love'.

She didn't really understand what love was, but the elders said that love could be understood as the 'glory of the dragon race,' and that every dragon had a responsibility to dedicate everything to the prosperity of the dragon race.

Human 'love' means that every person who loves another has a responsibility to dedicate everything to each other's life and happiness.

"I have other matters to attend to outside, so I may have to call it a day for now."

Xia Feng stared intently at the throne, then smiled brightly: "But Lady Di Si, I will return!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure faded away.

Disappear in place.

Under the World Tree.

The surging gray mist flowed silently around the supreme throne.

The woman in the star-patterned dress sat quietly on the throne, staring silently at the spot where the male human had disappeared. After an unknown period of silence, her vertical pupils calmed, and she looked away.

At the same time, a snow-white tail tip slid down the smooth calves under the star-patterned skirt, gently hooking around the delicate, fair ankle, the pinkish tail tip trembling rapidly.

She pursed her red lips, reached out and pressed down on the increasingly lively dragon tail at the hem of her skirt, and for the first time, her cold, pale, vertical pupils revealed a troubled expression.

Dragons are a race with high desires, and as they mature, this desire to reproduce becomes stronger and stronger, even to the point of consuming their will. This is a result of the natural evolution of the small number of dragons in order to prevent the extinction of their race.

Di Si never expected that when she awoke from her slumber of ten thousand years, she would directly enter the mature stage where the continuation of the race was required. The continuation of the race was the duty of every dragon, and as the Dragon God, she was even more obligated to shoulder this responsibility.

However, given her current condition, it's unlikely that any living being could withstand her dragon pressure and evil power.

Lost in her thoughts, she finally suppressed her reproductive desires by pressing down on the dragon's tail and relaxed her body.

She stared silently at the empty space below the throne for a moment, then thought for a while, and suddenly a thick book appeared out of the space and landed on her lap.

She picked up a quill pen made of dark raven feathers out of thin air and opened the long-sealed pages of the book.

Judging from the time marks left on the book cover, she slept for at least ten thousand years after being sealed away.

I just don't know if it will be ten thousand years or twenty thousand years.

But it doesn’t matter anymore.

She designated the day she woke up as "Awakening Day" and began to record it.

[On the first day of awakening, the seal of the Evil Spirit rioted, a result of an anomaly detected by the seal, but fortunately I suppressed it.]

However, to Long's surprise, the seal that had been dormant for ten thousand years was awakened by an ant.

This ant was extremely small, from the foolish and ignorant Homo sapiens. When it saw me, it seemed to show no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, it was unusually excited.

[This doesn't seem like a normal Homo sapiens.]

[Yes, at least compared to Homo sapiens ten thousand years ago, his aesthetic sense is very different. I don't know if it's because the overall aesthetic sense of this race changed during the ten thousand years of evolution, or if he's just an exception.]

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

He said he fell in love with me the moment he saw me.

But what exactly is 'liking'?

He also said that he wanted to take my place in that despairing, endless suffering.

He wasn't lying.

He was sincere, but also overconfident.

Before he left, he told me that he would come back.

But I know that once desires subside, the impulses that arise in the moment also fade, and the chances of him returning are slim.

Hmm, he probably won't be coming back, right?

After all, he didn't even say when he would be back.

Out of respect for the only believer, I will wait three days, at most three days, and then I will fall into a deep sleep.

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Xia Feng had no idea that Miss Evil Dragon would keep a diary, and even thought that he would never come back.

What a joke! As the second experience pack, it's a powerful weapon against the first experience pack, and he won't let it go so easily!
After returning to reality, Xia Feng lay around for several days, spending his days either playing games or reading novels. As for diligently cultivating?

Sorry, that doesn't exist.

It is impossible to practice cultivation, not even in this life.

He leaned against the bed, sipping sparkling water and eating potato chips while watching the live stream on his computer screen. It was the final six round of the Soul Song Contest.

To be honest, this year's netizens are really outrageous. They voted with their feet and pushed Mu Qingtong to the top of the list, easily making it into the top six.

Xia Feng's eyelids twitched as he listened to the off-key singing coming from the screen, which sent chills down his spine.

Especially seeing the barrage of comments like "So beautiful!", "My ears are pregnant!", "As expected of Goddess Mu, not only is she beautiful, but her voice is beautiful too!", "Long live Goddess Mu!", "Live forever with the Mu Clan!"

Xia Feng was completely numb, his mouth agape, when the little bear biscuit in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

The live stream data is still soaring, with a constant influx of viewers.

Judging from the comments in the live chat, it seems that they were brought in from various short video platforms, wanting to see just how good-looking the legendary Goddess Mu really is.

To be fair, when Mu Qingtong appeared in the center of the magnificent stage in her elegant black dress, she was indeed excessively beautiful. In terms of looks alone, she perfectly matched the aesthetic preferences of all races in the entire empire.

It should be noted that the empire is divided into fifty-one regions, with a total population of nearly 10 billion and more than eighty major races.

Although Xia Feng didn't know if Mu Qingtong's face truly conformed to the aesthetic preferences of more than eighty races, judging from the analysis of some well-known beauty bloggers online, it seemed to be the case.

After listening to Mu Qingtong's terrible singing for a while, Xia Feng roughly understood that the reason why Mu Qingtong was so popular might not only be because of her looks.

Perhaps it's also because of the mood and emotions conveyed in her singing.

The reason why spirituals are called spirituals is because when these songs are sung, the emotions they contain can be truly felt by the listener, creating a wonderful feeling of being there.

Moreover, even when not physically present, the quality of gospel music is not diminished much when transmitted through various electronic devices.

While Mu Qingtong's singing is indeed not very good, listeners can feel the grandeur and loftiness in her voice, as if it comes from the ethereal atmosphere of the sky.

Xia Feng calmed down and listened intently for a while. He couldn't help but widen his eyes because he vaguely saw a king standing with his hands behind his back on the endless heavenly steps. His pale golden eyes looked down at him with disdain, which made him feel a sense of awe and an urge to kneel down. He only wanted to submit to the heavenly steps forever.

However, this feeling was fleeting and then disappeared.

The live chat was flooded with shocked comments: "Ahhh! Did you guys see that? It's a god! It really is a god!" "So powerful! According to my analysis, this is indeed an immersive effect caused by Ling Ge, not some kind of illusion ability!" "Haha, those who said Mu Shen cheated got their comeuppance."
Xia Feng then searched for Mu Qingtong's number of followers on public platforms.

[Mu Qingtong (4.38 million followers | 78.3 billion reposts, comments, and likes)]

[V singer, certified contestant of the Soul Song Competition, representative works include "Black Sea" and "King"]

[IP Location: Area 51 | King's Landing]

In less than two months, he accumulated 400 million fans. Xia Feng could only say that it was terrifying.

It's worth noting that Ye Houbai, the most famous singer in the empire, only has 800 million fans after more than 30 years of accumulation.

And after this soul song competition ends, Mu Qingtong's number of fans might double.

Looking at Mu Qingtong's outrageous account data, a question suddenly arose in Xia Feng's mind.

Is this woman trying to do some kind of group hypnosis?

Mu Qingtong wouldn't do something meaningless; she must be trying to achieve some unknown purpose through the Spirit Song Competition. As for what that purpose is...
"Wait!" Xia Feng seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly closed the computer to block Mu Qingtong's singing.

Extraordinary abilities come in all shapes and sizes. Since Mu Qingtong is participating in the Spirit Song Competition, it is most likely that she wants to spread some kind of weird stuff through spirit songs.

Just like spreading a virus, whoever listens to her songs gets infected? Xia Feng suddenly had a strange thought.

If that's the case, then he's already been poisoned.

"Damn it," Xia Feng cursed inwardly. "This woman's abilities are starting to resemble those of a world-destroying villain."

However, these are all just his guesses.

However, he will not listen to Mu Qingtong's singing anymore, to prevent any kind of ability mechanism that would cause him to become more and more poisoned the more he listens.

Although it might be an overreaction, it's never a bad idea to be on guard against this evil witch.

[Attention, Player #17]

The fourth stage of evolution is about to begin.

[Teleportation countdown: 3 minutes]

The Wheel of Life completes a cycle of 15 days.

Before we knew it, it was time to go back in.

Xia Feng was thrilled. After killing No. 17, he now had a total of 65 health points.

According to the additional hints from the Wheel of Life, he is the tallest in the entire field, leading by a wide margin.

According to calculations, the others only have a maximum of about 40 life points, so if they want to compete for a B-grade spirit garment, they simply can't beat him.

After sitting on the bed for a while, the surrounding scenery became blurry and turned into countless colorful pixels that rushed towards him.

This was his third time entering this godforsaken place. He skillfully waited for the blinding light to fade from his eyes before looking around.

On the right, lights were shining on platforms 10 and 11, but no one appeared in front of the control panel; they were empty.

"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. We are now entering the fourth stage of evolution."

A world as dark as an abyss, with a spotlight shining down at its center.

The referee, wearing a top hat and a pure black mask, didn't waste any words and chuckled lightly:

"As you all have surely been eagerly anticipating, the rare B-rank spirit garment 'Purge Order' starts at 20—"

As the referee's voice fell.

The competition instantly intensified, with four or five players joining in, driving prices up.

Finally, Number 9 spoke, his tone suggesting a burly middle-aged man: "I've worked with all of you before, and many of you should know my strength. I'll offer 30 life points. If you don't want to be my enemy, then give me some face—"

"31 points." The glow of the No. 4 platform illuminated, the tone flat.

Number 9 looked at Number 4 with a hint of annoyance, his gaze turning cold: "Number 4, I already calculated that you only have 38 health points. Are you sure you want to bid against me?"

Number 4 coldly raised Number 9's eyes and said in a low voice, "You talk too much nonsense."

"Very well, I'll remember you." Number 9 said viciously, then coldly added, "32 points!"

"33."

The price rose again as the two players fought over it, while Xia Feng calmly observed the situation.

"35."

When player number 4 calmly announced 35 points, player number 9 immediately muted their microphone and gave up the competition.

Player #9 actually has 42 health points, and it's not impossible to reduce it to 36, but having only 6 health points left would be very dangerous, because there will be another round of basic predation that will directly deduct 6 health points later.

If anyone with an identity that restrains him launches a basic attack on him, he will die.

Thinking of this, he felt annoyed. He had thought that his life points were already very high and that no one could beat him.

But he clearly miscalculated; this number 4 was simply insane.

"35 once." The referee began the countdown. "35 twice."

"35--"

"36 points." Just then, the lights on platform number 17 illuminated, and the voice was calm.

The crowd gasped, and everyone looked up.

Number 4 frowned and said unhappily, "40."

When he shouted out 40 points, all the players on the field were stunned and looked at the panel. No violation notice appeared, which meant that player number 4 really had 40 health points.
"Let me put it this way, I have 45 health points," Player #4 said calmly. "You can't beat me."

“44,” Xia Feng said.

Number 4: "."

(End of this chapter)