Infinite Paradise
Chapter 43 - 33 is more suitable for the constitution of Underworld babies

Chapter 43: 33 is more suitable for the constitution of Underworld babies

It must be admitted that the human body has its limits, but a female ghost’s body has none.

Le Cheng only wanted to say that a female ghost who was a pure-hearted Lolita over a hundred years old was simply too awesome!

If Clara’s greatest wish wasn’t to return to reincarnation, he’d want to take this adorable ghost sister home and raise her.

On one hand, her body, devoid of normal warmth, could cause you to catch a cold inadvertently; on the other, it could greatly deplete a man’s yang energy, especially while kissing, where the yang would whoosh out like a water tap flung open, unstoppable.

But no matter, happiness was all that mattered.

"Mr. Le Cheng, I... I’m also very happy."

Clara nestled against Le Cheng’s chest, her originally pale cheeks becoming rosy and charming, her bright eyes revealing a drunken tender affection, brimming like pools of water.

The reason she was so forward, apart from offering herself as a token of gratitude to Le Cheng, was also a bit of her own selfish desire.

If Le Cheng succeeded in annihilating the devil, their souls could be freed from Saint Elizabeth’s imprisonment and return to the normal cycle of reincarnation to start life anew; but if he failed, it might provoke the devil’s retaliation. Therefore, whether he succeeded or failed, these might be the few remaining days she had in this world.

Thus, she hoped to spend these last days as a complete woman, saying farewell to her companions.

The key point was that Mr. Le Cheng was so handsome and didn’t mind that she was a female ghost. As the man who helped her become a woman, he was simply perfect.

What surprised her even more was how pleasurable the experience could be; no wonder adults were always obsessed with it...

Wait, I’m an adult now too!

"Mr. Le Cheng..." Clara thought this, her body becoming restless once more, and she willingly moved her mouth closer, pressing against Le Cheng’s handsome face and ask expectantly, "Shall we continue?"

"Clara, you really are a little glutton but you ought to call me darling."

"Dar... Darling."

"That’s right."

Le Cheng instantly kissed Clara’s cool lips, commencing another round of battle.

The six o’clock chimes rang on time. Clara looked at Le Cheng with burning eyes and whispered, "Mr. Le Cheng, I will come again tomorrow, please wait for me."

As her words fell, Clara’s petite form gradually vanished before Le Cheng.

And after Le Cheng got out of bed, he began a new round of work (slacking off).

According to Clara, Saint Elizabeth was home to three factions: one was the souls trapped in the hospital like her, another was the devil and its minions, while the human beings in the hospital belonged to the third kind, resembling a link connecting the Outer Realm and the Inner World.

From six in the morning until midnight, Saint Elizabeth existed in the Outer Realm, during which time neither devils nor Clara and the others would appear. But once it was past midnight, the Inner World would emerge, initially only within a very small area, such as the walled-off corridor, but now the Inner World had come to cover the entire hospital building. If someone walked around the hospital during this period, anything could happen.

The humans in the hospital had always followed this rule because those who didn’t were long dead; hence, they hadn’t shown any apparent sickness. But staying in such an environment for an extended period, their cognition has long been distorted, only they themselves think they are still normal.

It’s like some people with mental illness who often don’t realize they are sick.

Le Cheng spent the whole day going through the data, finally concluding that the Outer Realm carried no information on the devil. To uncover the truth about the devil, he would ultimately have to venture into the Inner World.

At the same time, he noticed that the distortion in his cognition was getting worse.

Although he hadn’t reached the stage where he sees monsters in everything, Ms. Catherine began to gradually lose her human features in his eyes.

No wonder Louis once said that no one could leave Saint Elizabeth alive, and even if they did, that person might not be the same as before... Truly a Nightmare Level scenario, with cognitive distortion, two realms inside and out, centuries-old lost soul, and the devil lurking behind it all. Even a Level 4 player would perish in this nightmare!

However, with the distortion of his cognition, Le Cheng’s thoughts became all the clearer, and he felt he was approaching an unprecedented optimal state!

At midnight, as the chime sounded, Clara visited Le Cheng again.

When Le Cheng opened his arms, the petite body threw itself into his embrace, eyes filled with longing and anticipation.

For three consecutive days, Le Cheng and Clara enacting an endless tale of human-ghost passion. With days of accumulation, his body’s yin qi became heavier. Especially on the third night, even Clara noticed his changes and started to worry; if it went on like this, he might end up exhausted and dead.

"Mr. Le Cheng, you...I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. Maybe we should stop doing this."

Clara was startled by the pallor of Le Cheng’s face, aware of the difference between the living and the dead, continuing such acts would inevitably draw away his Yang Qi, but she had not anticipated it being so severe.

"No, don’t be nervous, Clara." Le Cheng grabbed Clara’s hand and smiled, "I’m in very good condition, and I’m about to see the most real aspect of this world, so... I still need your help tonight."

"I..."

Seeing Le Cheng’s eyes, Clara felt an irresistible charm and, in an instant, her reason was devoured by desire, beginning to demand frantically.

Le Cheng felt himself undergoing a transformation.

Because this was not the first time.

Last time, having taken too much aphrodisiac, it awakened his enchanting physique. So, this time, what physique would he awaken?

Le Cheng looked forward to finding out.

In a blink of an eye, it was already Le Cheng’s fifth day at Saint Elizabeth.

When the clock struck twelve, Clara appeared in the room punctually, but this time, she was a mess, her body and white dress almost completely stained with blood, especially the gaping wound on her left chest, as if something had pierced through her from the back.

If she were a living person, sustaining such injuries, she would have long since perished, but Clara was already a dead, the wound barely significant.

"Mr. Le Cheng..." With a thud, Clara almost fell into Le Cheng’s arms, "The Devil... the Devil has come, please save everyone!"

"Lead the way."

"Yes!" Clara responded, immediately grabbing Le Cheng’s hand and diving into the black fissure behind her.

But as soon as she entered, she realized something was wrong.

Free travel between the Inner World and Outer Realm was a privilege of the dead, as they were no longer bound by the flesh, but Le Cheng was still alive. To enter the Inner World, he must first pass through the dark passage downstairs. Forcibly pulling him in would only trap him in the crevice between the realms.

Clara exclaimed in shock, instinctively trying to push Le Cheng back, but as soon as she turned her head, Le Cheng had already walked past her.

"Mr. Le Cheng, you..." Clara’s eyes widened in disbelief, "How did you get in?"

"It’s nothing, I’ve simply acquired a physique more suitable for Underworld children. Speaking of which, I should thank you for always putting in the effort, Clara."

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Clara’s mind was full of question marks. What was the physique of an Underworld baby? What did it have to do with her? And... it was only now that she noticed Le Cheng wore the same black coat he had on when he first encountered ghosts. Was Mr. Le Cheng prepared for battle all along?

Before Clara could think further, Le Cheng picked her up.

"Tell me where the Devil is."

"In... the back garden!" Clara came to her senses and quickly answered, "We found traces of the Devil in the back garden, but before we could find it, we were attacked. It was my companions who fought to the death to get me out..."

While Clara spoke, Le Cheng had already dashed off, speeding toward the destination.

For Saint Elizabeth, the Inner World only encompassed the hospital building, but upon entering, Le Cheng found the place to be vast, possibly equivalent to hundreds of Elizabeths, with a gloomy sky, thin mist everywhere, and a faint stench of decay in the air.

It took Le Cheng three minutes of full-speed running to reach the place Clara mentioned.

There, he saw a tentacle several meters long burst out from the ground, sweeping the ghosts around it. The weaker ghosts stood no chance against it, their fragile bodies torn apart by the spines on the tentacle’s surface upon impact.

Clearly, the wound on Clara’s chest must have been pierced by this very tentacle.

"Step back, let me handle this."

No moment of mourning for the lost ghosts, the one rushing to the battlefield was...

"Son, your father is here."

Surpassing speeds visible to the naked eye, Le Cheng moved like a phantom, scaling the tentacle to its top, and as a dark purple light flashed, the entire tentacle was severed into several pieces.

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