Siren

In the dim cabin.

Lothar had finished telling the story of "Enlightened Bodhi's True Instantaneous Principle, Severing Demons and Returning to Origin, Uniting Primordial Spirit."

On the opposite bunk, Fringilla listened with her spirits still high.

The story was told in Chinese, so both of them could understand it. In fact, the dialogue set for them in the game was Chinese, and Lothar's budget had never included hiring foreign voice actors.

"Keep going, what happened next?"

Banya pursed her lips, saying nothing, but Lothar could clearly feel a hint of anticipation hidden within her usually cool eyes.

Lothar swallowed the words "To know what happens next, please listen to the next installment" that had already reached his lips.

"Alright, then I'll tell one more chapter."

"We agreed beforehand, after this chapter, you must rest! Good rest is crucial for a warrior."

Fringilla said impatiently, "Alright, alright, I know, hurry up and start!"

Banya pursed her lips. The latter sentence was something she had said to Lothar on their first night sleeping together.

Lothar shot Fringilla an exasperated look, cleared his throat, and continued, "It is said that the Monkey King returned triumphantly to Flower Fruit Mountain and vanquished the 'World-Corrupting Demon King' who had seized the mountain as his own..."

The prompt for increased intimacy sounded from time to time.

But there were no significant changes.

Fringilla still hadn't reached "Friendly," but her attitude was clearly different from when she was "Indifferent."

It was probably like Banya, as if they were both just lacking a trigger to break through.

Lothar didn't have such utilitarian thoughts. He was also happy when interacting with them, so he wouldn't think about intimacy unlocking skills or anything like that.

Everything would happen when the time was right.

Besides, rushing was useless.

He couldn't exactly grab Fringilla's fair neck and urge her, "Become friendly for me, quickly!"

After finishing the chapter, Lothar yawned.

Stamina didn't represent energy; he couldn't go without sleep for a day and a night.

If he could later draw some potions from the System that changed physique or increased attributes, perhaps he too could become like a high-quality retainer.

"If you want to know what official title this monkey received after ascending to heaven, please listen to the next installment."

"That's all for today, I'm going to sleep."

"Mm."

Banya nodded slightly.

Fringilla didn't pester him anymore, only saying regretfully, "It's all my fault for not having recovered my strength yet. Otherwise, if I gave Lord a first embrace, you wouldn't need to sleep every day."

Lothar was speechless and closed his eyes, lying down.

If he were older in the future and hadn't drawn any potions or items that could extend his lifespan, he might consider becoming a vampire.

But he wouldn't make such plans now.

Vampires were another species. Transforming into one would completely overturn one's values and worldview.

Who knew if he would become a fiend who only knew how to raise "blood livestock," hid in dark and damp ancient castles, was ferocious and cruel, and devoured anything in sight.

Seeing Lothar lie down.

Fringilla was full of boredom.

Vampires, like the demon race to which Banya belonged, also needed sleep, but that sleep was measured in months at the very least.

Short sleep like humans, once a day.

It was possible.

But unnecessary.

Fringilla wanted to say something, but glancing at Lothar, who was already breathing evenly, she swallowed her words back.

She winked at Banya, but that big fool didn't pay attention to her.

Hmph.

She turned over and went to sleep.

Lothar was sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, a beautiful and soft melody sounded in his ears.

The voice was so gentle, it didn't bring any irritability of disturbed sleep.

It was as if he were resting his head on his beloved woman's soft lap, his nose even seeming to catch a faint fragrance.

Milestone Activated: Encountered Siren: You had an intimate exchange of bodily fluids with a Siren and successfully survived their brutal mating process.

The System's prompt sounded like an annoying alarm clock.

Lothar woke up in a foul mood, but immediately realized something was wrong—the singing hadn't stopped. It wasn't a dream; a woman was actually singing!

In the pitch-black ship's cabin, Banya held the grinning demon face shield, warily scanning their surroundings.

The demon face carvings on the shield seemed to come alive with excitement.

Fringilla's eyes glinted with a dark red light.

"So they really came."

Her tone held a hint of excitement, as if her placid life had suddenly been graced with a surprise.

"My Lord, I don't drink human blood. Would sea siren blood be acceptable?"

"Hearing that seductive voice, I bet their blood must be exceptionally sweet."

Her fangs, almost unconsciously, pierced her lips.

Banya frowned and let out a soft "Wake up!"

Fringilla's crimson gaze immediately dimmed. She looked incredulous. "How is this possible? No, wait. My spirit is so much higher than yours, how could I be affected?"

Banya stated concisely, "Your desires are too strong."

"Let's go. We need to wake everyone up. We can't let them remain entranced by the sea sirens' song."

Lothar threw on his coat and led the way out.

Inside the various cabins, scenes of debauchery were unfolding.

Lothar's brow furrowed deeply as he looked. "It's fortunate the villagers were divided into two cabins based on gender, otherwise, it would have led to a series of ethical tragedies."

He first woke up Hans, Ryan, and Moder.

When the three men awoke, their faces were filled with rage. Upon seeing Lothar, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they finally sobered up completely.

"Cover your ears and wake the others. Prioritize our villagers."

He finished speaking in a hurry and then, with Banya and Fringilla, ascended to the deck.

On the deck, a corpulent merchant gazed afar with an ecstatic expression, murmuring, "Selena, I'm back. This time, I've brought you a whole ship of offerings."

"I know that an ugly fatty like me is unworthy of your favor, but I beg you, please accept this insignificant gift."

Selena?

Shouldn't it be Siren?

Lothar's expression turned cold. So, this damned Jewish merchant, not only stingy and greedy, but also intended to use them, the passengers, as gifts to appease the sea sirens.

Damn it!

In the night sky, three figures soared upwards.

Their vibrant red lips parted, singing beautiful melodies.

Their upper bodies were identical to human women, but on their backs, they had fleshy wings like those of bats.

At their waists, they also had colorful fish fins.

And their lower bodies, just as the legends described, were long fish tails.

Golden, silky long hair cascaded over their shoulders.

They held hands, floating and singing, their faces soft and beautiful.

Lothar had to admit, even after spending so much time with Banya and Fringilla, he felt a flicker of attraction towards these three sea sirens.

Beautiful, noble.

Where was the terror and ugliness of the sea sirens from the legends?

At that moment, one of the sea sirens slowly floated down.

She extended her hand towards the corpulent merchant and gently caressed his fat face.

The merchant's face lit up with excitement. "Selena, I knew it, I just knew you wouldn't hurt me. You let me go last time, and I knew you had special feelings for me."

Selena's lips curved slightly, revealing a charming smile.

Special?

If you hadn't been so strong and I hadn't managed to grab you, how could I have let such a large piece of meat escape?

But thankfully, this foolish prey has once again delivered itself, even thoughtfully offering such a lavish sacrifice. Should I spare its life then?

Selena licked her lips. She felt her mouth watering profusely. This body full of fat made her feel quite unable to restrain herself.

The merchant, however, misinterpreted her intentions and excitedly leaned his face closer.

The next moment, a piercing scream rang out.

The sea siren's face was covered in blood. Her expression turned ferocious as she tore into the merchant's lips and flesh, chewing voraciously. The merchant screamed, rolling back and forth on the deck, leaving behind shocking bloodstains.

In the sky, the still-floating sea sirens could no longer suppress their hunger. They flapped their wings and lunged towards the blood-splattered merchant.

Fringilla sneered, "Creatures of such low intelligence are nothing compared to us vampires. Clearly, she was just giving this merchant a taste to reel in a bigger fish later."

Lothar said in a low voice, "Enough nonsense. Kill them!"