lol: After being blessed by the Happy Demon, I became the harem king

As they spoke, within Zeli's sight, Fain spread his legs and lowered his center of gravity. His muscular arms left two white streaks as he swung them, cutting through the sweltering air of the factory workshop. Invisibly, a burst of power erupted, and Fain's body swelled instantly, his tall frame bulging with muscles, the strong lines of his muscles brimming with fluid, explosive force.

The water in the alchemical waste was forcibly extracted and wrapped around Farn like a ribbon or a flowing water python.

"Since it's all destruction anyway, let them know how it was destroyed!"

Hearing Fane's words and glancing at the factory thugs who had gathered around, Zeli found herself feeling little fear. Instead, she was filled with fighting spirit because it was the first time someone had fought alongside her. Before she even consciously activated her magic, emerald green lightning crackled from her hair and eyes, fueled by her heightened emotions.

"Alright!" Zeli gripped the spark gun tightly, a little nervously, but still full of fighting spirit, she said, "Your water jets combined with my lightning, the next sparks are going to blow the whole place away!"

“Of course.” Hearing this, feeling the trust in Zeli’s words, Fan chuckled, but then he remembered Nera’s fighting style recorded in the Curse of Osiris… In silence, Fan brought a smear of blood to the girl’s mouth.

"What is this?" Zeli looked at Faen curiously.

“To improve my combat readiness,” Fane replied, but then added, “It will also allow me to better adapt to my fighting style.”

Upon hearing this, Zeli nodded and then swallowed it in one gulp.

Seeing this, Faen breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze back to the crowd beside him, his eyes flashing with a cold glint—"Supreme Azure Demon, Flowing Water Slit Throat!"

As he spoke, the seven-handed runes on Fane's right arm emitted a dull arc of light, and his pair of dark eyes turned azure. Accompanied by swirling water, before the factory thugs could react, Fane took a step forward—

The flowing water swirling around Faen's feet greatly increased his speed. In everyone's sight, in less than a breath, two arcs of blue light flashed across the water, and then his robust figure appeared in front of them.

With a single punch, the explosive force struck the skull squarely. The factory thug with the metal chin hadn't even had time to react before his head exploded with a dull thud. Splattered blood mixed with murky white brain matter and broken bones flew everywhere. Before the blood even hit the ground, the flowing clean water around Farn transformed into dozens of sharp, high-pressure water jets that shot through the air.

A scream rang out, and the seemingly nimble water blade sliced ​​through several people in an instant. The factory thugs, who had undergone numerous modifications and stood in front of Farn, were reduced to pieces on the ground with almost no chance of resistance.

Meanwhile, watching Farn's fierce posture, Zeli felt a strong sense of pleasure and burst forth with even more intense electric light.

"I'm coming too!"

6. Unstoppable momentum

As it turned out, for Fan, engaging in fierce combat head-on was more in line with his wishes than sneaking in.

His honed body, blessed by the Elysian Blue Demon Osiris, became even stronger. Ionia's philosophy of cultivation, which resonates with all spirits, allowed Fane to fully master his current form in just a few days. His movements were fierce yet sturdy, sturdy yet agile.

His seemingly imposing physique, combined with his astonishing agility, made him appear like a swift phantom enveloped in flowing water. When the first person raised his slicing knife towards Fane, Fane's palm struck his cheek like a heavy axe, slicing his chin and neck into countless flying pieces. And when someone nearby attempted a sneak attack, the surrounding water, following Fane's will, followed the whistling wind's trajectory, severing their throat like a thin, sharp blade.

Before the first drop of blood from the first victim even hit the ground, several more corpses had already appeared around them.

Reason told Zeli that this scene was too cruel, but before this thought could make Zeli feel uncomfortable, it was immediately transformed into a strong excitement and exhilaration of eradicating evil.

Her face flushed, the arc magic directly linked to her emotions created an excellent chemical reaction with the happiness factor in Faen's blood. The intense pleasure made Zeli's emotions soar, and under the intense lightning, Zeli only slightly connected to the conductive chamber of the spark gun, and then the crude spark gun spewed out arc sparks with nearly three times the intensity and density of the past.

In the past, when these electric arcs struck enemies, they would usually just paralyze them, rendering them unable to rise again. Some alchemical baron henchmen, who had undergone extensive alchemical enhancements, were even able to withstand the electric shocks from the Spark Gun and launch fierce attacks on Zeli.

But now, everything seems different. At the moment of impact, the intense current could even overload the prosthetics on these thugs. Accompanied by crackling sounds and the screams of these factory thugs, thick black smoke billowed out from the gaps in the alchemical prosthetics, the overloaded prosthetic arms rose in temperature, and even the luminous potion in the storage tanks boiled and even exploded under the high temperature.

"Damn it! This guy's a mage!" Seeing Fan's decisive and ferocious appearance, the foreman's face paled, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes. But then he gritted his teeth and said, "Use guns! Idiot! Shoot him dead! I want to see how many bullets he can take!!"

As he spoke, the foreman drew his alchemical pistol from his waist. The crudely made gun had bullets as thick as two fingers, propelled by a luminous solution. It could kill not only humans, but even the mutated beasts in the ditches affected by the alchemical venom with a single shot.

Noticing the foreman's actions, Farn's eyes showed little fear. Instead, in the instant he leaped towards Zeli, he opened his arms, twisting the water around him into a thick mist that swirled into a high-speed vortex, engulfing both of them—

Nyra's W skill, "Graceful Veil," increases movement speed, ignores collision volume, reduces magic damage, dodges all basic attacks, and grants the same effect to allies upon contact—except for the stun that doesn't end, all other aspects make Jax exclaim that it's cheating.

It's useful in games, but its real-world applications are even greater. Essentially, it uses Osiris's power of water to manipulate flowing water into dense fog. Under Farn's control, these water droplets connect with each other during the fog formation process, forming a strong mechanical structure by enhancing the surface tension of the droplets, much like semi-solid rubber.

The structure was reinforced, and there was no duration limit as in the game, making it virtually impossible for ordinary mortal weapons to harm Fane. Even a heavy musket, with its impact, was completely unable to penetrate the water flow controlled by Fane.

As if in a fog, bullets hurtling through the air were swept away by the mist before they could even touch Fane's body. hurtling along the rapidly spinning water, Fane clenched his fist the instant the factory thugs beside him reloaded, their firepower diminished.

The mist surrounding the two men compressed slightly before exploding violently. Amplified by the impact, the bullets engulfed within exploded like shrapnel from a hand grenade, radiating outwards with a sharp whistling sound as they rubbed against the air. Before the thugs could even reload and fire again, the flying shrapnel bullets pierced their bodies, leaving countless holes and mangled flesh like human sieves.

Even amidst this storm of steel, the foreman was still alive. Or rather, to become a foreman in this factory, he possessed a certain shrewdness. Noticing that Farn showed no sign of pressure, he realized something was amiss. Before the storm erupted with murderous intent and water vapor shattered into fragments, the foreman leaped to the ground and dragged two men to shield himself.

Even so, the flying shrapnel far exceeded the foreman's expectations. The heavy bullets, amplified by the water flow, pierced and shattered the two unfortunate souls who were acting as human shields. Although the bullets had lost most of their force after passing through their bodies, the bullets still embedded themselves in their flesh, causing the foreman to scream in agony.

Upon hearing this voice, Fain and Zeli also cast cold and angry glances at them.

Hearing footsteps approaching him, the foreman, gripped by extreme fear, felt his heart pounding. He looked at the two men, struggling desperately, but he was already riddled with bullet holes. Forget standing up; even crawling was excruciating, the shrapnel lodged in his flesh causing excruciating pain that made him want to smash his head against a wall and die.

But killing himself was out of the question; he didn't want to die, he wanted to live.

As he pondered, the foreman looked at the two men behind him with fear, and cried out, "Gentlemen! My lords, I was wrong! Please don't kill me! I still have children to raise! I'm a worker too, I was just working for the Alchemist Baron! I was forced into this!"

"To act as an accomplice to a tyrant is the worst of evils."

Farn shook his head. He had personally witnessed the foreman's despicable behavior towards the laborers who hadn't yet signed indentures. If he was this cruel to those who hadn't signed, what chance did those who had?

Noticing the coldness in Fane's eyes and realizing that Fane wouldn't let him go, the foreman's expression hardened, and he gripped the sharp knife hidden behind his back, ready to pounce on Fane.

Unfortunately, before he could even stand up, a blue light appeared beside him.

Water burst forth and pierced through his brow, a line of blood flowing down his forehead, carrying lingering fear and resentment. His stout body thudded to the ground once more, lifeless.

Seeing the foreman dead, the surrounding gang thugs scattered like birds. Farn and Zeli, however, pressed their advantage, taking advantage of the chaos to charge towards the alchemy factory's energy workshop. As one of the factories under the Alchemy Baron's control, it was naturally not just a group of simple gangsters guarding it. In the past, even Zeli would have had to retreat temporarily; after all, killing just a foreman and a group of factory thugs would have been enough to give the Alchemy Baron a headache.

But this time was different. With Fan's help, the duo advanced with unstoppable momentum. Leading the charge, ordinary mortals were no match for Fan. Even with extensive alchemical modifications, Fan often managed to defeat his enemies within three rounds.

In this process, the most troublesome enemy did not use alchemical technology, but rather Hextech weapons. Unfortunately, even so-called Hextech weapons were merely a form of magical manipulation. Because of his memories of the future, Fane had never slackened his combat training since gaining self-sufficiency.

This solid foundation of experience allowed Fane to quickly integrate it after receiving Osiris's blessing. Even though the opponent before him had superior equipment, making the battle more unpredictable, for Fane it was just a matter of sweating more.

As a negative example... "It hurts so much!"

After the burly man clad in Hextech armor and wielding a Hextech power spear fell to the ground, Zeli, who had gradually relaxed, covered her thigh with a grim expression.

Zeli is still a newcomer, with very limited combat experience. Although the "Happy Factor" keeps Zeli in a constant state of excitement, greatly increasing her reaction speed and arc intensity, unfortunately, this externally enhanced power cannot be effectively converted into a combat advantage when facing a true warrior.

Seeing this, Farn immediately gathered a drop of blood plasma infused with the concept of happiness, or rather, with happiness factors, at his fingertips, preparing to flick it into Zeli's mouth.

But now that the energy had been fully released and it was time to release it, Farn hesitated. A happy mood can stimulate the body to release large amounts of dopamine and endorphins, effectively activating the body, reducing pain, boosting mood, weakening the sensation of pain, and accelerating recovery.

However, as a demonic power, forcibly borrowing happiness in advance can lead to paying a higher price when it comes to 'happiness'. For example, if you only eat one candy the first time, but borrow more, the price you'll have to pay later might rise to ten candies.

And since she entered... in order to maintain her heightened state of excitement and ensure her electric sparks could keep up with Faen's pace, Zeli has already preemptively enjoyed pleasure four times in a row. If this continues...

Just as Faen was still thinking, with a "whoosh," Zeli took Faen's finger into her mouth and skillfully licked the blood with her little tongue.

A soft little tongue licked back and forth on Fan's fingertips, the slight tickling bringing Fan back from his thoughts to look at Zeli. Zeli, still not satisfied, licked them again, and only after feeling the pain in her leg begin to lessen and her mood, which had been low due to the injury, quickly rise again, did she release Fan's fingers with satisfaction.

Pulling his fingers out of Zeli's mouth, Fan's long, slender, white fingers glistened with Zeli's saliva. Perhaps it was because the continuous battles had taken a toll on his stamina, causing him to sweat excessively and lose body fluids? As a result, Fan could clearly see a seductive silver thread connecting his fingertip and Zeli's little tongue, forming a suspended silver line in the middle.

"Ouch!" Seeing her own drool hanging in the middle, Zeli was so embarrassed that she quickly slapped off the silver thread with her hand and then wiped Faen's fingers with her clothes.

Although she looked flustered, the sparks of electricity that had returned to her temples showed that Zeli was actually not too bothered; she was just a little embarrassed out of girlish modesty.

"What are you standing there for? We're fighting!" Looking at Faen, Zeli showed no shame at having obtained the silver thread; instead, her delicate face was full of smiles as she said, "Don't worry, I won't hold you back! We're partners, and Zeli won't be a burden to you!!"

“I’m not hesitating about this.”

Seeing the radiant look on Zeli's face, Fain's face also showed a slightly helpless smile, and then he said with relief, "But you're right, we're fighting now!"

While saying this, Farn thought to himself: even if continuously borrowing happiness in advance would lead to a higher price to pay for happiness, the sense of accomplishment and self-worth from destroying the energy workshop of this alchemy factory should be enough to save Zeli from the intense emptiness of being unable to pay the price.

As he thought about it, a serious look appeared in Fain's eyes, and the pace of the battle quickened even further.

After the Hextech Warrior, the gatekeeper boss, was also destroyed, the remaining resistance in the factory was practically nonexistent.

Upon arriving at the energy workshop, looking down at the roaring, dimly lit furnace, Zeli's face showed a hint of anger.

"It really is the Glimmering Furnace!" Pointing to the massive liquid storage tank above the furnace, Zeli angrily explained to Farn, who was unfamiliar with the Glimmering Furnace, "This thing can generate enormous amounts of energy, but the alchemical fumes it produces directly corrode the land, and people who come into contact with it will suffer from emotional instability, organ failure, and even physical deformities! That damned Spindleau, I'm going to destroy this thing!!!"

As she spoke, Zeli raised her spark gun, her eyes filled with indignation. But just as Zeli was about to unleash all her emotional sparks through the spark gun, blasting the entire energy workshop into the sky, suddenly, Faen's large hand landed on Zeli's gun, forcefully lowering the girl's angry muzzle.

"Fan?" Seeing Fan stop her, Zeli wasn't angry; instead, she looked at Fan with a puzzled expression. Her voice and eyes held a hint of worry, clearly indicating that Fan's actions had led her to some unpleasant thoughts.

But Farn didn't say anything; he simply pointed with his other finger into the dark corridor in the distance.

Those were the laborers who were 'rescued'.

7. The cost is like a raging flood.

Noticing the workers rushing over, Zeli blinked and then said happily, "Don't worry! I'm here to help you!"

Born in the lower rungs of society, Zeli, nourished by magic, didn't suffer from the severe growth deformities and malnutrition caused by the heavy alchemical pollution that plagued the poor orphans in the gutter. Even so, through Zeli's attire, the weapons she used, and her driving style, the laborers could still confirm that Zeli was indeed one of their 'compatriots'.

Now, looking at everyone, Zeli said earnestly and firmly, "We will definitely end the Alchemist Baron's despicable rule! Let us all be able to live well!"

Upon hearing this, the laborers nearby exchanged glances, seemingly wanting to say something but unsure how to begin.

In the end, it was the poor man who had been forced to sign what was essentially a slave labor contract that resembled a servitude that stepped forward. He held the brim of his hat in his hand, looking anxiously at Zeli and Fain. He was actually only in his early thirties, but the harsh working conditions made him look like an old man over fifty.

Perhaps it was because he sensed Zeli's kindness? Or perhaps it was the peacefulness in Faen's temperament? Or maybe the Curse of Happiness filled Faen's aura with elements that brought joy, pleasure, and relaxation?

After hesitating for a moment, the slave worker cautiously said, "Could you... not damage the factory?"

"……Eh?"

Upon hearing the slave laborer's words, Zeli was slightly taken aback and subconsciously looked to Faen behind her for help.

Although the two spent very little time together, they possessed sound minds as adults, and three days was enough for a confused girl to develop a psychological dependence on a gentle and reliable person.

And Fann did not disappoint Zeli. Nodding to Zeli, Fann calmly said, "Don't be nervous, tell me why."

“We need wages,” the slave laborer said timidly. “If the factory stops production, we will all lose our source of income… We are of course very grateful to you two for helping us fight against these despicable factory thugs and the rebellion against the Alchemist Baron. But… but without the factory, we will starve to death.”

Upon hearing this, Fain nodded in understanding—I knew it was true.

Zaun and Piltover are among the lowest mana-consuming regions in Runeterra. While Fain's immense power allows him to act with impunity, mere violence won't bring happiness and hope to the people here.

Thinking to himself, Farn asked, "Do you know where the vault is?"

“I know.” The man nodded, then led the way at Fan’s request. Along the way, they swept through the factory thugs who put up a stubborn resistance… well, actually, not many of them put up a stubborn resistance.

After all, it's only a few dollars a month. Why risk your life for those damn alchemical barons?

As they fought their way through, the dazzling wealth that came into view was so overwhelming that it was impossible to look away.

Looking at the workers behind him, Farn said, "Don't take too much."

Upon hearing Fain's words, everyone present was initially taken aback, but then quickly became excited.

But at that moment, Farn clapped his hands and calmly said, “Calm down, friends. Think about your situation. Don’t let greed blind you. You should know better than I, an outsider, how treacherous the people of Zaun are. The Alchemist Baron will soon find out what’s going on here. Without enough power to protect you, these things will only bring you disaster. Take what you can afford, and don’t let greed ruin you.”

Upon hearing this, the workers, who had been somewhat out of control, calmed down a little. Some of them were genuinely calm, while others were simply intimidated by Farn's power and dared not act recklessly.

Fane's current combat skills are partly his own and partly learned from Nila through the blessing of Osiris. Nila's fighting style... Nila's targets are mostly giant creatures tens or even hundreds of meters long. Using this wide-open, sweeping fighting style against the Zaun Factory thugs is no less effective than using anti-materiel weapons against unprotected civilians.

The flying debris and mangled organs would have made Zeli vomit terribly if she hadn't taken mood-regulating hormones beforehand. While the laborers were slightly more resilient, they weren't much better off.

As for the reactions of the crowd, Fain didn't pay much attention—he had already made himself clear, and everyone should understand the道理 (principles/reasoning). Even under these circumstances, he still couldn't control himself, trying to grasp at 'happiness' that he couldn't hold onto…

That is not happiness, but disaster, a literal path to death.

After distributing the money, Farn controlled the flow of cash and made off with the remaining valuables. He then addressed the crowd:

"Spread the word, let all oppressed workers like you, and any poor, innocent people, know that there is hope even in the worst of the ditch. When you are treated unfairly, let me know in your own way that you need help, and I will respond, we will respond."

Upon hearing this, the slave laborers reacted with a mix of excitement, suspicion, and curiosity; some even began to secretly leave, intending to hide the valuables at home. But some still looked at Fain, and after a moment's hesitation, asked, "Why are you doing this?"

“For happiness,” Farn replied frankly, “so that everyone can live happily.”

As he spoke, Faen patted Zeli's shoulder, whose eyes still held a hint of confusion. He sensed the bewilderment in Zeli's eyes and the dimming sparks of electricity in her hair, a stark contrast to her dejected expression...

The workers had all left. Sensing the negativity in Zeli's eyes, Faen raised an eyebrow slightly, then raised his hand and slapped Zeli's buttocks hard.

A crisp sound rang out in the dilapidated corridor, and Zeli, slightly pained, woke up instantly. She rubbed her pert buttocks and glared angrily at Fain, saying, "You rascal! What are you doing?!"

"To cheer you up quickly~" Looking at the revitalized Zeli, Faen chuckled, "So our dear Miss Zeli was already discouraged? Decided to give up the business we agreed on? To make Zaun happy?"

"Who gave up!" Hearing this, and recalling her own state just now, Zeli snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, but then fell silent again, saying with a hint of disappointment in her voice, "It's just... it's just that I think I did something wrong? Like, I shouldn't have damaged the Alchemist Baron's things? Otherwise, why would those workers..."

"Don't overthink it." Fain ruffled Zeli's hair, which earned her a pout, but despite the pout, the tiny arcs of electricity that had rekindled didn't seem to intend to harm Fain.

"I have some ideas, and I happen to be free tonight, so I'll organize them and we can discuss them in detail."

“Yes, yes!” Zeli nodded earnestly, “We will definitely make Zaun happy!”

"Of course. But speaking of which, I just patted your butt..."

"It's okay, we're all brothers~"

Despite saying that, Zeli gave Faen a fierce glare – he wasn't this considerate when he treated my wounds!

As they pondered this, the two embarked on their journey home.

With the extra income, the two bought some food to take home. Before, they had only thought that they hadn't really helped the workers in the neighborhood and factories, but now, with their spirits lifted, they couldn't help but marvel at the large amount of wealth being dragged along by the water next to Faen.

"Do you think the Alchemist Baron and his ilk can even spend all this stuff? Why won't they give some to the workers? If they just gave a little bit, the workers in the factory would be much better off."

“How would I know what they’re thinking?” Upon hearing this, Farn shook his head, not readily applying his past life’s knowledge to the environment of Zaun—each situation must be analyzed individually, especially in a world where supernatural powers exist. For example, Osiris could forcibly change people’s moods and behaviors; who knows if Zaun has other similar things.