Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 501 - 344 I Just Want You (1)

Chapter 501: Chapter 344 I Just Want You (1)

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Qin Chu had been desperately suppressing the urges deep inside his heart.

Yet, the surging energy within him, the damage it wrought upon his flesh, and the Holy Sense used to heal it,

each instance of cracking and healing allowed Qin Chu to clearly feel his physical strength increase, his body become harder, more full of Strength.

But, the impulse at the level of soul and consciousness had nowhere to be released.

He even dared not look at Shaye in front of him or Antia behind him, fearing that a single glance would cause his willpower to crumble at that moment.

But, fire cannot be suppressed.

Shaye’s little face was pale. Qin Chu took hold of her shoulder with one hand and her chin with the other, forcing Shaye to lift her little head.

Staring at the face that was both unfamiliar and all too familiar, the crimson complexion, fiery eyes, and the scorching breath exhaled between breaths.

Shaye’s heart grew more and more panicked, although she was purely an Energy Body, she even forgot that she could disperse her body and escape at any moment.

As if in a trance, Shaye felt her body temperature getting higher, breathing quicker, and heartbeat faster.

Although forced to look directly at Qin Chu, Shaye’s pupils involuntarily flew around in panic, not daring to face those burning eyes.

What is Qin Chu saying, saying, saying? Can’t... can’t escape, what does that mean?

Shaye was bewildered. She hadn’t expected to be confronted with such a situation. She had conducted extensive research on the fusion of the Evil God and Hero’s Blood, ultimately concluding that it contained immense energy without being influenced by the Evil God’s will, which reassured her to let Qin Chu consume it.

But who knew it would have such an effect?

Shaye had been careless.

She could see that Qin Chu was not influenced by the will of the Evil God. He was purely like a man who had been touched by the Touch of Desire hundreds of times...

This time, it truly was playing with fire and burning oneself.

Although Shaye had been exposed to a lot while residing in Qin Chu’s body, exposure was one thing, but Shaye herself had never truly experienced anything like this.

The mightiest Witch, yet she felt fear for a moment.

Moreover, why should she offer her body to Qin Chu, the notorious heartbreaker?

She wanted to dodge away but didn’t know where to escape to at the moment.

A forced smile appeared on Shaye’s face: "Qin... Qin Chu, what are you trying to do?"

"I, I was just going to call Silf and Asina and the others up, just let me go first," she protested.

"You’re too rough; you’ve hurt my arm already."

She still held onto the last bit of hope, knowing that Qin Chu was feeling extremely uncomfortable, but as long as she told him she would call Silf, Asina, and the other girls up, he would surely let her go.

However, Qin Chu’s reaction entirely exceeded Shaye’s expectations. His fingers showed no intention of loosening, the breaths from his throat grew more hurried, and those scorching eyes stared fixedly at Shaye as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world.

"I, only want you!"

Shaye was taken aback for a moment, her heart trembling slightly.

For a time, she did not know how to respond and only after a few seconds regained her senses. Just as she was about to speak, her mouth was sealed by two hot lips.

She could only make muffled sounds.

That delicate and well-proportioned body instantly stiffened.

But soon, it melted under the scorching heat.

Behind them, Antia tilted her little head, watching with a weird look.

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Within the Hero’s palace, the spring night was warm.

But in the Imperial City of the Oville Empire, the storm clouds were gathering fast.

The sky was overcast, as if it too could sense the approaching storm.

It could be today, in ten days, or a month from now... No one knew when that moment would come, but everyone could feel the oppression in the air.

There were hardly any people on the streets. Few Nobles were seen, and the usually luxurious Noble District seemed somewhat deserted.

But this was normal, for the Empire’s Nobility had suffered multiple blows recently, starting with the Prince’s foolish escapades that led to a large number of Noble deaths.

Then, the disaster in Karsas caused another group of Nobles to perish.

Afterwards, Wozworth, that bastard, took advantage of the frontline battle against Demons to directly behead a group of Nobles.

Following that, he forced the Great Nobles to send at least one heir to the frontline... Now, the number of Nobles in the Imperial City was only about half of what it used to be, and the once luxurious Noble District now seemed somewhat impoverished.

Occasionally, one could see maids from Noble families and nuns from the Church, all looking hurried.

Within the Imperial Palace.

Wozworth’s explosive temper seemed to have completely subsided.

No longer was he the brutal tyrant who would lash out and injure, maim, or even execute people at a moment’s notice.

He even shaved off his beard, though it did not make him any more handsome.

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He confessed to all his princes and princesses about the mistakes he had made recently, even being completely unconcerned about his own dignity, he publicly disclosed that the princess and the queen had been unfaithful and that several of the princes and princesses were not his own flesh and blood, asking his children for forgiveness.

It turned out it was because he had been wearing so many figurative hats that he had become absent-minded of late, which all his many children said they understood.

Nonsense, he was the Emperor, what else could you do but understand?

Besides, such matters were indeed unbearable.

Only Carol, looking at the corner of her father’s mouth as it curled up, felt an indescribable coldness and a fear that pierced through her body.

Meanwhile, at the Earth Mother Goddess Sect.

Saint Monica sat on the Church Venerable’s throne, with information continuously being gathered beneath her hands and presented before her.

There was only one piece of news from Augustus’s side: wait and do nothing for now.

They would only act after Rose Vesper made her move, but it seemed that Rose Vesper’s group showed no signs of immediate action for the time being. They seemed to be waiting for something.

The figure of Augustus appeared in the laboratory.

In his dim, aged eyes flickered a weird light.

The putrid, vomit-inducing odor in the laboratory grew more and more intense as two more decaying corpses were added to the room.

One was human, and one was a demon.

Augustus had used the Magic Potion to the best of his ability to cleanse and suppress the power and will within the blood, yet these test subjects still couldn’t endure. He watched these two experimental bodies, which under the surge of energy, swelled like huge balloons, inflating larger and larger until their bodies burst completely with a loud pop.

"Trash!"

Indeed, only the corpse of a Hero could meet his requirements.

After taking a deep breath, Augustus picked up another vial of medicine from the experimental table. The potion was crimson with a tinge of dark green, a mixture made from that weird blood along with a Magic Potion concocted by Augustus himself.

Augustus could feel the considerable energy contained within it.

At the same time, he had great confidence in his own Magic Potion skills, believing that his Magic Potion had cleared the chaotic and weird will within the blood. Even if there were remnants, he was fully capable of controlling them with his own will.

After a short pause, Augustus injected the Magic Potion into his own body.

His gaunt body began to tremble violently as if electrocuted, and strange patterns spread across Augustus’s skin, accompanied by bizarre rasping breaths from his throat.

He couldn’t even control his own body and fell to the ground, convulsing violently.

The sensation was not pleasant.

But no matter how painful, Augustus would endure it.

He wanted revenge; he could not die so quickly.

He still wanted to see Philis completely return to normal, walking out of that dungeon looking beautiful and dignified.

His eyes were fiercely determined, and it was this resolve that allowed Augustus to endure everything.

A long time passed before Augustus’s breathing gradually eased, and his body struggled to rise from the ground. He seemed a bit younger, even his wrinkled body appeared somewhat smoothed out at the moment.

Holy Court.

Douglas stood in the Holy Daughter’s boudoir, reporting the latest developments to Rose Vesper.

Recently, Rose Vesper had experienced what true nobility was—the respectful attitudes of those with great strength and status in her presence were extremely satisfying. Was this how the Pope felt on a daily basis?

No, the Pope felt even more than she did.

After all, the Pope’s status was far more esteemed than her own.

Yet, she was of divine lineage.

The Pope’s position was rightfully hers; it was that bastard Augustus who was the despicable usurper. Someday, Rose Vesper would reclaim everything that belonged to her.

Though not yet Pope, Rose Vesper already had some of the Pope’s airs. She sat upright, her hands resting on the armrests, her eyes half-closed as she listened to Douglas beside her.

"Reporting to Holy Daughter, after extensive investigation, we have some leads regarding Saintess Philis,"

"Every day Augustus locks himself in his chamber for a period, during which he doesn’t receive any visitors. Therefore, we suspect that there might be a secret passage or the like in Augustus’s bedroom leading to the dungeon where Princess Philis is imprisoned."

"Perhaps, we could take advantage of the times when Augustus is away from Church for long periods to break the prohibitions and rescue Saintess Philis."

Rose Vesper frowned deeply.

She wasn’t pleased with Douglas’s report.

She didn’t want to rescue Philis. Although nominally her mother, there was no affection between them—in Rose Vesper’s eyes, that woman was but a vessel used by the deity to bring her into the world, insignificant in all other aspects.

This vessel could have been Philis, Aili, Alice...

If she didn’t carry a drop of Philis’s blood, she would be purer, more noble.

It was Philis who left an indelible taint on her that could never be washed away.

Besides, how could a woman who had been imprisoned for decades and possibly turned filthy, miserable, and mad still be her mother? Would it not tarnish her reputation, she who was the Daughter of God, the first Female Pope of the Holy Court?

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