"Are you going to tell the Organizing Committee about me?" Zhang Heng asked.
Miss Succubus did not answer the question. Instead, she asked, "Have you found a solution?"
"Not yet."
"Then how much time do you have left?"
"About one to two weeks. Of course, if you're willing to help me, maybe I can hold on a little longer," Zhang Heng said.
Miss Succubus frowned. "You asked me before whether I could give people erotic dreams. Were you planning to use that to resist the Lord of R'lyeh's mental attacks?"
"That's right."
"Honestly, I don't think it'll do much good. The gap in strength between the two of you... is simply too great."
"It's fine. I'm only giving it a try anyway." Zhang Heng remained calm.
However, Miss Succubus across from him seemed somewhat agitated. She took out her cigarette case and lit one. A waiter nearby seemed about to remind her that smoking was prohibited here, but after she shot him a glance, he shrank back.
"Psyche said blood exchange is the only path left for you. Luckily, a minor figure like me isn't qualified to exchange blood with you. Otherwise, I'd really be worried you might tie me up," Miss Succubus said, taking a drag and laughing at herself.
"Didn't Psyche also say that blood exchange can only happen if both parties agree?"
"Do you have someone in mind?" Miss Succubus herself found the question absurd as soon as it left her mouth. How could any god be willing to sacrifice their own power to save an unrelated mortal, especially at such a critical moment in the war between the New Gods and Old Gods? Even Thor and Cupid, powerful as they were, had been injured one after another. The latter had even been forced to find somewhere