Full-time Creation Master

Chu Ming's fingertips were still lightly tapping on the crystal screen.

My thoughts were still lingering on the abominations and the core of the plane in the Land of Raffi, until a knock on the door broke the silence.

The knocking was light and crisp, yet stiff, each one revealing a deliberate, suppressed rigidity.

It was as if even the act of raising one's arm to knock on the door was filled with reluctance and humiliation.

He glanced up at the palace door and saw that the door had been gently pushed open a crack, revealing a slender figure standing there against the sunlight outside.

The first thing to peek in was a pair of amber eyes—the pupils were as clear as glass, yet they were wrapped in an intense vigilance, and deep within them lay a trace of coldness and hatred that was not easily detected.

It's Apas.

The third daughter of Queen Medusa, the Queen of the Underworld, a mixed-race girl with Medusa blood flowing through her veins but with a human mother.

Ah!

That's right, powerful demons can reproduce with the same sex, and can even reproduce on their own.

Apas was born with an extremely beautiful face, with a high nose bridge that accentuated the depth of her features.

With deep-set eyes and amber pupils like honey-coated obsidian, she should have been a captivating beauty.

The natural upward curve of her eyes is an innate allure of Medusa's bloodline, but it is now frozen by a layer of frost, making her aura even colder.

Thick, black curly hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, the natural curls at the ends making her neck appear as slender as warm, white jade.

But beneath that jade-like skin, every muscle was taut, like a bow poised to strike but forced to retract its sharpness.

A light purple chiffon dress draped over her figure.

The perfect nine-head-to-body ratio makes the skirt flow gracefully and elegantly, and the delicate silver patterns embroidered on the skirt are faintly visible in the light.

The youthful, innocent face contrasted sharply with the already well-developed, mature curves.

This breathtaking beauty is shrouded in a distant aloofness, like a thorny ice rose.

"Ready, let's go."

Apas bit her lower lip. Her red lips were bitten by her teeth, leaving a faint red mark.

His tone was so flat, like he was mechanically reciting lines, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

But her gaze was fixed on Chu Ming, filled with undisguised resentment.

This man, while her mother Medusa was seeking to prolong her life and rushing to the land of Raffi to seize an opportunity, used a "life-giving gem" to forcibly "swap" her away from Medusa when Raffi was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

He forcibly formed a contract with her using the most despicable human summoning magic.

He took her body by force, imprisoned her by his side, and completely deprived her of her freedom.

【Life Jewel】: It can be called the most precious life source treasure in the magic plane. It cannot be formed except by the core of the plane or by plant-type demon emperors or mineral-type demon emperors. It is extremely rare to find one in billions of years.

Its core functions are twofold, each of which is enough to drive even emperors mad.

Firstly, it offers ultimate healing, directly repairing the broken life essence and damaged true spirit.

Even a critically injured emperor on the verge of death can stabilize their life force and gradually recover in a short time, far surpassing any healing magic or elixir.

Secondly, it can defy the laws of nature and extend lifespan by tens of thousands of years without any backlash.

For demons and sorcerers at the sub-emperor or pseudo-emperor level who are nearing the end of their lifespan and eager to break through their limitations, this is the only chance of survival in a desperate situation.

However, there is currently no clear record in history of any human obtaining and using forbidden spells!

That is why Medusa, who was critically injured and nearing the end of her life, did not hesitate to use her as a bargaining chip to exchange for this precious jade that could save her life and prolong her life.

At that moment, the man was looking down, intently scrolling through the dense data on the screen.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, as if she were just an insignificant shadow, not even worth his attention.

An unnamed fire suddenly surged from the depths of Apas's heart, burning her chest with a suffocating feeling: You'd better suffer a great setback in the Land of Lafite!

I hope those forbidden spellcasters and emperor-level demons will tear you to pieces!

But she forcibly suppressed the wicked thought as soon as it popped into her head.

She knew better than anyone how deeply bound she was to Chu Ming's contract.

If Chu Ming really has an accident, she, the contractor who is treated as a "pet", will definitely not fare well and will only perish along with him.

Moreover, to whom should this resentment be attributed?

Was it her mother's cold-blooded act of easily using her as a bargaining chip to prolong her life?

Do you really think demons can have much emotion?

Or is it this man in front of her, who treats her like a completely domineering person?

These days, Apas has come to a deep understanding of this man's "Bactrian nationalism," which is completely undisguised!

That's still for humans, let alone for a 'demon' like myself?!

Ha ha!

Apas chuckled to herself, a laugh filled with helplessness and sorrow.

She took two steps forward, the hem of her light gauze skirt sweeping across the cold ground, revealing a hint of imperceptible urgency.

His tone carried a deliberate warning: "Are you really going to Raffi Land too?"

"There are at least twenty forbidden spell masters and emperor-level demons who have died there now!"

No matter how large your power is, or how strong you are in the human world, it won't matter there!

Monarch-level beings are just slightly higher-ranking cannon fodder compared to Emperor-level beings!

"Even a forbidden spellcaster can't protect themselves there, so what can they do to help you?"

She paused, deliberately emphasizing the word "death."

A fleeting, almost imperceptible glint of expectation flashed in her eyes—if Chu Ming could be scared off by these words, or if he really did die in Lafite, she might regain her freedom.

But then she thought about Chu Ming's past methods and had to admit that this man was never one to be intimidated.

Apas couldn't help but scoff inwardly: those few old human forbidden spellcasters gathered outside, and those few alien little emperors, might still have some weight in the human world.

Could it be thrown into the land of hidden talents, Lafite?

They're not even worthy of carrying the shoes of those reclusive top experts.

Chu Ming insisted on leading this group of people there; he was simply courting death!

However, based on his "deep yet simple" understanding of Chu Ming,

This man has always been fairly kind to his own people.

Perhaps he will voluntarily terminate his contract with her before he dies?

The thought of that damned contract made Apas's heart tighten.

That wasn't the equal contract that summoning should have, but rather a forced contract that was almost like enslavement.

The contract was so powerful that even if she fought back with all her might, she would ultimately suffer the backlash of the contract and end up in a fate worse than death.

"Who told you I'm going to Raffi Land right now?"

Chu Ming finally looked up, his gaze falling on her tense face with a hint of casual scrutiny.

His right hand was still swiping across the screen, processing the final data.

His left hand, however, seemed to have its own will, reaching out and pulling her into his arms.

Xue Wu has gone into seclusion, so this little snake girl can fill the vacancy and relieve some boredom.

He naturally noticed the resentment and expectation in Apas's eyes, but he was too lazy to explain further.

He doesn't need to analyze his plans and considerations with a pet.

The girl's body froze instantly, like a block of ice suddenly frozen, and even her breath stopped for a moment.

A faint scent of lavender lingered around his nose, and Chu Ming could clearly feel the stiffness in the back of the person in his arms, their muscles taut like a stone.

But the next second, the stiffness quietly faded away.

Her body, like a slippery little snake, unconsciously softened and wriggled, eventually gently pressing against his chest.

As expected of someone with Medusa's bloodline, even if she was seething with hatred, her body's instinctive reaction couldn't be hidden.

His hand slowly slid down her shoulder, his fingertips brushing against the delicate touch of the sheer fabric.

Finally, it stopped on her slender waist.

Hold it gently.

You can feel the soft, smooth skin beneath the fabric, and you can also feel the muscles that are quietly taut under her skin.

That might be her remaining stubbornness, her unwillingness to give in.

Apas's nails were digging almost into her palms, the sharp nails embedding deeply into her flesh, barely suppressing the shame, anger, and hatred in her heart.

She hated Chu Ming's frivolous and rude behavior, and she hated her own powerlessness to resist.

What she hated even more was that every time she resisted, all she got in return was his more thorough and forceful control.

Add to that the daily entanglement and control.

Over time, she almost lost the courage to struggle, leaving only a numb compromise.

"That place has become a new focal point of the world."

Chu Ming's deep voice fell into her ear.

The warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe, causing her to tremble slightly and her body to tense up involuntarily.

His tone was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable certainty:

In this era of great competition and golden age, there is no standing still or falling behind!

More than 80% of people with great fortune will be involved.

Taking the initiative allows you to seize the initiative and control the situation;

Being passively drawn in will only make you a puppet, a pawn in someone else's game.

Apas lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like startled little fans, her inner conflict deepening.

She hated Chu Ming's control, but she had to admit that everything he said made sense;

She hoped that Chu Ming would get into trouble, yet she knew that this man's judgment was never wrong.

Moreover, deep down, there was a little bit of hidden worry and concern that she herself was unwilling to admit.

I was worried that he might actually die somewhere, and I was worried that I would lose my only "support".

This man always manages to say the most irrefutable things in the most understated tone.

No matter how unwilling or resentful she was, she had to admit defeat to his decisiveness and foresight.

Chu Ming could clearly sense the emotional changes in the person in his arms.

From initial stiff resistance, to later instinctive relaxation, and now to the current state of confusion and anxiety.

He patted her back gently, the gesture as casual as if he were soothing a ruffled kitten.

But he knew perfectly well that Apas's compliance was merely a compromise after weighing the pros and cons; her inherent arrogance had not been worn away and she still needed to be properly disciplined.

"Okay, stop frowning."

Chu Ming reached out his fingertips and gently pinched her cheek.

A soft, delicate touch came from his fingertips, and his tone was casually indulgent: "You'll be fine if you stay with me."

Apas pursed her lips and remained silent.

She instinctively snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his shoulder and avoiding his gaze.

I have to admit, following this man is definitely much safer than venturing into Lafite alone.

This feeling of hatred, fear, resentment, and submission was like a tiny thorn, deeply embedded in her heart.

Unable to pull it out, unable to swallow it, I can only let it tear at my emotions again and again.

Chu Ming turned off the crystal screen, instructed Luo Shen to issue all the commands, and then got up and took her hand to walk outside.

His palms were large and warm, and his strength was so great that she couldn't break free; he held her small hand firmly in his palm.

Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the palace doors, falling on the two people and casting long, long shadows of them, making them look like an intimate couple, a warm and harmonious scene.

But only Apas, with a smile on her face, knew that the hand Chu Ming was holding was cold, even at the fingertips.

The thought of hoping for his death was still faintly surfacing in her mind.

Yet, they were overwhelmed by an even deeper sense of admiration and dependence, which they suppressed completely.

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