Composure

"...Perhaps I should never have accepted that heart."

A thought like this surfaced in his mind, and Xuan Sheng's heart sank.

He was certain that Satan had absolutely no such strange thoughts when he had made his move.

So—

Until the very last moment, when Satan had exhausted her strength, Xuan Sheng had felt that everything was perfectly normal.

But the strange thing was...

After she won, those ambiguous thoughts began growing uncontrollably in Satan's mind like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

The heart on Xuan Sheng's arm kept beating, symbolizing how the woman beside him grew increasingly nervous as time passed...

"According to the rules, you can't refuse!"

Although her current body had temporarily lost all its power, Satan still firmly pinned the fallen demon god down, looking as though she had no intention of letting him leave.

She was now absolutely certain that the person before her was worth following for the rest of her life.

The heart she had once surrendered out of anger and resentment toward the gods—an act that seemed reckless—had never made Satan regret it, not even for a moment.

Although the demon god could always see through her thoughts, causing the faintest traces of her emotions to be exposed,

but...

There probably would never be another existence like him.

After silently confirming this in her heart, the ancient female demon could no longer suppress the subtle emotions in her mind.

"...Are you sure you're ready?"

Looking teasingly at Satan's nervous face, the demon god had already made up his mind.

Indeed, when the time came, one had to make a clean break.

If Xuan Sheng could have recovered his memories from before his Divine Spark shattered—

he definitely would not have provoked so many women...

But if a young man in the