Deviant: No Longer Human
Chapter 700 - 700: The Great Gathering! (1)

Splash!

Legs kicked, water flew, and the pool turned into a royal soup of thighs, cleavage, and generational trauma.

Wang Xiao leaned back like a lazy god on vacation—surrounded by more than dozen European princesses-cum-his maids.

Gifts, all of them. From who? Well, let's just say foreign diplomacy had gotten very hands-on lately.

And it wasn't just the daughters, oh no—some of their mothers were here too. Because when Wang Xiao fucks empires, he doesn't discriminate by age—only by genetics and personal taste.

Surprisingly, Seraphine and Josephine were missing in action today. But their "dear friend" Ericka showed up with her daughter Freya in tow. Freya, the girl whose lips lied more than her hips ever could.

And there she was—Helene—Ericka's other daughter, standing around like a confused background character. Not skinny like Freya, not bombshell like her MILF of a mother, but stuck in this limbo of "hot, but doesn't know it."

A redhead with a body like a well-crafted S... just not bold S, more like... lowercase 's' in italics. And why was she here? Oh, because her younger sister opened her big mouth during a make-out session and told Wang Xiao about her. Result? Big sister got drafted into the royal harem like a sacrificial virgin.

Now she stood among bouncing breasts and diplomatic cleavage, awkward as a nun in a strip club.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the pool, Yuzuki—the budget version of Luna—was stirring chaos. She dragged Liu Yanmei with her, the foreign minister of the Qing Dynasty (yes, that one), and also the mother of Murong Shan.

Along came, Asmodeus's daughter, Zhao Lian, stiff as ever, probably wondering how the hell life went from policy meetings to wet t-shirt contests.

And at the pool's edge? Wang Xiao sat like a man who'd just conquered Mount Hormone. Beside him—Ji Xuehong, his most dangerous daughter, calmly sipping juice with murder in her eyes and her legs dipped in water like she was contemplating whether to kill someone or not.

Spoiler: she wouldn't. Too much effort. She just liked being near her old man.

That presence alone kept the harem girls at bay. All but one.

Yanyan.

Ah, Yanyan. The girl with a power level so broken, even the author's struggling to balance her stats. She was basically the result of Wang Xiao banging Amelia while carrying remnants of Maliketh's antimatter explosion. Long story short—his blood carried anti-matter particles. He came, she absorbed. Nine months later: BOOM. Quantum chaos in pigtails.

Wang Xiao had initially tried plugging her with dark matter as a band-aid fix, but the girl just merged both like it was a fusion dance and turned into something the laws of physics don't return calls from. Space-time? Optional. Emotions? Weird. Sunlight? Toxic. She practically lived in a basement, watching him like a clingy demon-wife who doesn't understand boundaries.

And today, miracle of miracles, she actually came outside. Sat beside him like nothing happened, casually feeding him grapes while Ji Xuehong looked at her like she was ready to kill... but didn't.

Because Yanyan was that chick.

Also, the mysterious hand that sometimes pops out of spatial cracks and slaps people? Yeah, that's hers.

"Hmmm…"

Ji Xuehong made the noise of someone trying not to look jealous and failing miserably. Which was ironic, considering she's basically a sentient brick wall emotionally—until Wang Xiao's involved. Then she's a brick wall that throws hands.

And right now, she was watching Yanyan feed him grapes like a good little chronologically-unstable bodyguard-wife. So Ji Xuehong, ever the competitive daddy's girl, tried to copy her.

Big mistake.

SLAP! SPLASH!

"Fight somewhere else," Wang Xiao smacked both their heads and sent them flying into the pool like volleyballs.

Mission "No Catfights Before Brunch" complete.

Ji Xuehong, soaked and sputtering, still glared with a fire that could crack stones.

She was no longer stone, she was a molten possessive volcano wrapped in a tsundere package. She could compromise on life, death, power, and politics—but not him. Not her damn dad.

Just then, a new pair of hips entered the chat.

Eveline and Aurora.

Forget "hot"—they looked like historical DLC characters with passive buffs to everyone's libido. The moment they arrived, the poolside atmosphere shifted from "wet telenovela" to "Pantheon Family Reunion."

Eveline had evolved. From cocky demigoddess to Aurora's semi-housebroken maid. She even bowed now. Well, at least when Aurora was watching. Aurora, ever the gentle goddess Hestia, had one suggestion:

"You should just beat her up. Like, properly. She still sees you as that weak boy I forced her to sleep with. Just a little discipline. Beat her into submission."

Wang Xiao blinked. "Aurora, you say the cutest things…"

And he actually considered it. Not for punishment—but for testing. A little combat-coupling never hurt anyone... except the floorboards.

As he mulled over the ethics of consensual correctional beatdowns, more daughters started arriving like they were attending a divine lingerie convention. Selene. Eirene. Others from Eveline's bloodline. Each one oozed vintage queen vibes—as if someone pressed rewind by 3,500 years and imported the elite models of ancient Greece.

Lanlan, watching from her seat, almost did a spit-take. She checked out her own perfect rack—still solid 10/10—and then peeked at Yanyan, who was basically a weaponized sex paradox. The only competition?

"Aunt Victoria," someone muttered.

"Yeah… oversized MILF tier," another replied solemnly, like it was a religious rank.

But Eveline's daughters? They didn't play fair. Their aura brought the grave of buried empires, cursed romances, and freaky ancient rituals.

Basically, those cold, ancient goddesses stirred a primal desire for conquest—just seeing them made you understand why gods once destroyed empires for women.

There was an innate frostiness etched into their features, and that rare smile they cast at Wang Xiao instantly tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

Then came the real mess:

"WHAT?! Teacher?!"

Wang Xueying choked on pool water when Isabelle—yes, that Nobel-prize-winning, no-nonsense science demon—appeared, staring straight at Wang Xiao like a human microscope. And not the "let's study cells" kind. The "when-did-you-raw-me" kind.

Why was she even here? Well, turns out Isabelle? She wasn't some majestic love story. No. She was just another innocent bystander caught up in Wang Xiao's meat tornado.

Apparently, one day she squatted between his legs to "help relieve stress." Then he just… left. But being the professional she was, she rated the experience 10/10 in post-lab analysis and went back to work.

He only visited later to "vent." But what he discovered? Made even him pause.

"All scientists are fucking insane…" he whispered, eyes wide with cosmic horror.

Turns out—Isabelle was a virgin. Just like Ericka. Just like Mary.

"But… they have kids?"

Yup. External fertilization.

Apparently, these overachieving madwomen had zero time for pregnancy and dating. That's 9 months wasted! Instead, they cooked up kids in labs like recipes. No sperm banks. Just high IQ, low time, and sheer science.

Mary was calm about it. "Pregnancy is inefficient."

Ericka had a political marriage like Seraphina.

And Isabelle? She made the damn Immortality Serum without a single cheat code—no magic, just sheer brain cells and caffeine.

And then there was Elara Rothschild—the infamous Poison Maiden, who once strutted around Europe like she owned the place, dripping in toxins and ancestral arrogance.

Last time, she thought it was a good idea to sneak behind Wang Xiao's back and throw around the divine authority he gave her like it was a fucking coupon code. She met people she wasn't supposed to. Made deals she shouldn't have. Abused her power like a kid home alone with daddy's credit card.

Did Wang Xiao punish her?

Nah. He just smiled.

And coincidentally, the next week, the Amazon rainforest caught fire. Not a spark, not a bushfire—a cleansing inferno straight out of Revelations. It kept burning until it reached the last shrine, the last venomous pit, the last snake-charmer granny of her Poison Maiden tribe.

Gone.

A clan that survived thousands of years, allegedly started by Medusa herself—turned into roast meat and smoke because one bitch couldn't shut up.

No one really knew what happened to the women.

Some whispered they were used in one of Wang Xiao's "Human experiments"—because what's a good apocalypse without some mad science? Others say they were cooked alive, others think he just blinked them out of existence. Elara? She didn't ask. She just started obeying.

Now she floats through Europe like a haunted housewife—managing his princesses, keeping order, probably crying into wine bottles and lingerie drawers. Depressed? No. She'd gone post-depression. She was in the part of the trauma arc where she starts asking to be bred for cultural preservation.

Wang Xiao denied it.

She cried anyway.

And who could forget Lila—once a bright-eyed Korean-American journalist who accidentally recorded Wang Xiao stepping out of a portal in Greenland (Frostholm) back in 2027 like some forbidden hentai god.

They spent some time together in Monaco back then—he was still foggy, hadn't regained his memories. She thought he was mysterious and charming.

Now? She's the President of South Korea.

Yup. Madam President. And here she was—attending a pool party where nipples were public infrastructure.

If the Korean citizens ever found out their head of state was out here flashing buns in a cosmic sauna, the collective mental breakdown would shake the peninsula.

Then again—it's the Eight Prince. Once they find out, they'd probably bow down and thank her for offering herself like a nuclear peace treaty.

At least now they don't have to worry about his wrath. Her presidency became national insurance via fornication.

Wang Xiao considered calling Qian Ruixin—you know, the cute reincarnated goddess of luck—but she was busy doing responsible adult things—like registering her adorable little sister Yaoyao into the Imperial Capital's university system.

Yaoyao had just come of age, and being the gentle, innocent new student, she was probably the only woman left who hadn't yet been corrupted by Wang Xiao's existence.

For now.