Chapter 85

He also has some tinnitus.

The aftershock from that last jolt almost shattered his eardrums.

"But at least I've released all the uncontrolled magic." Syndra shook her two small, fair hands, a hint of satisfaction mixed with regret. "Thank you, Chen Ce."

"What are you showing off?" Chen Ce, suffering from tinnitus, not only couldn't hear clearly but also shouted loudly.

"I said, the magic has been released!" Syndra leaned close to the other person's ear and shouted, "Thank you!"

"Oh, you mean scumbag, right?" Chen Ce picked at his ear again, then looked at the metal fragments on the ground. "Mordekaiser is pretty scumbag!"

Syndra gave up.

Mordekaiser on the ground exclaimed, "You're such a cutie!"—though his body was decaying, his will would endure.

But what followed made him even angrier and more disgusted.

He watched helplessly as Chen Ce and Syndra held hands, looking very sweet together.

Not only did they steal his power, but they also frequently come to his territory to cause trouble. Now, after causing trouble, they beat him up and then flaunt their affection in front of him...

Damn it... damn it!

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Chen Ce picked at his ear while tightly holding the girl's hand, then mobilized the Death Realm power within him.

The latter felt a little... strange about holding hands, but didn't resist—actually, it was quite comfortable... very heartwarming...

"See you next time, Mr. Mordekaiser."

The familiar dizziness returned.

Chen Ce barely managed to open his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is Syndra's flawless face—very close, no more than five centimeters away, with her delicate nose almost touching hers.

Then, what reached my ears was Ahri's alluring whisper:

"Everything's settled, and you're back. Shouldn't you feed me well, my darling?"

Chen Ce was taken aback.

Syndra narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly...

Chapter Ninety-Five: Black Stockings or White Stockings?

Ahri clung to Chen Ce like an octopus, all nine of her fox tails wrapping around him, as if trying to merge with him.

Syndra watched this scene silently, her recently released magic power gathering again. Her long, smooth silver hair rose without wind, and a terrifying pressure emanated from her body.

For some reason, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

She felt extremely uncomfortable whenever she saw Ahri and Chen Ce hugging.

"Leave Chen Ce, Vastaya..."

"Hmm? Why?" Ahri, who was holding Chen Ce, tilted her head slightly and glanced at Syndra. "My darling is my person, why should I leave?"

Syndra silently raised one hand, seemingly intending to let actions speak louder than words.

But Ahri wasn't flustered.

She had expected this to happen.

She gave a playful smile, pressed her pretty face against Chen Ce's, and continued to glance sideways at Syndra with her amber eyes.

"My beloved and I are lovers, so doing this will make her very happy. Do you intend to forcibly separate us and make her unhappy?"

"..." The magic in Syndra's hands instantly dissipated.

"Or... do you also want to get close to your darling?"

"I..."

"You can do that if you want, as long as you admit you like me too, darling. Are you willing to admit it?"

"I like it... no..."

Young Syndra was no match for the vixen Ahri in manipulating people's hearts, and immediately blushed with embarrassment.

But Ahri's offensive had only just begun. "And also, you drank the Corrupting Potion my darling gave you before, right? That was originally meant for me, you drank five or six bottles, so you owe me five or six bottles now~"

"That... that was clearly made by Chen Ce..." Syndra wanted to argue, but her lack of confidence betrayed her.

"It was indeed made by my darling, but he originally promised to give it to me every day~"

"This..."

"You drank my food, and now you want to disturb me and my love? Do you think that's appropriate?"

"I..."

"I still suggest you be sensible and leave as soon as possible. What's about to happen isn't something an outsider like you should be watching."

"..." Syndra didn't understand what the other person meant by "things that are not suitable for outsiders," but she felt that what the other person said made a lot of sense.

It's really not good to drink someone else's food and then bother them...

But...

But...

So what?

She's the infamous Dark Sovereign!

"You make a good point, Vastaya." Syndra exhaled, her tone growing colder and firmer. "But I already have enough of a bad reputation, and I wouldn't mind adding another one."

"What do you mean?" Ahri frowned, a bad feeling suddenly creeping into her heart—she seemed to have overlooked something very important.

The woman in front of me... is a bad woman.

Bad women don't reason with you.

What I mean is...

Syndra raised her small hand again, and a powerful surge of magic instantly acted on her, forcibly tearing the nine fox tails off Chen Ce's body.

"You're right, but I'm very uncomfortable, so I won't allow you to get so close to Chen Ce."

"Are you planning to rob me by force...?" Ahri's face darkened, and all ten sharp claws were extended. "Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"You can try, Vastaya."

"Let's give it a try..."

The atmosphere between the two girls gradually became tense, and Spirit Realm energy and dark energy instantly filled the surrounding air—just like the confrontation between the Spirit of Ionia and Syndra in the past.

Fortunately, Chen Ce, the "middleman," was present this time.

"Stop, stop, stop..."

Chen Ce quickly stood up and stood between the two, pressing Ahri's paw with one hand and grasping Syndra's hand as she was about to unleash dark energy with the other.

"Please hear me out... Harmony is the most important thing in all things!"

"Oh." Ahri responded coldly, her ten outstretched claws still not retracted—and her nine fox tails gradually climbed back up to Chen Ce's waist. "Then tell me, do you want to go with me or with this wicked woman?"

"Bad woman... Fine, I'm a bad woman, then what are you? Vastaya fox?" Syndra retorted, using a wisp of magic to rip the nine fox tails off Chen Ce. "Choose a powerful companion or a useless little animal? I don't think Chen Ce will hesitate."

"Is that so, you bad woman?" Ahri's fox tail wrapped around the two pairs of Twin Gemstone again.

"Isn't it, little pet?" Syndra's other hand also began to gather dark energy once more.

Poor Chen Ce was caught in the middle, with the Twin Gemstone stealing his magic power from his left and dark energy pulling at his body from his right.

Left with no other choice, he resorted to his last line of reasoning—well, not something like "you are all my wings," as that would only hasten and worsen his demise.

"I think I should go talk to Mr. Kalan about serious matters now— the Noxus fleet is destroyed, and he's waiting to go back and discuss the next steps with him."

Upon hearing this, the two girls indeed quieted down considerably.

They weren't the kind of people who were completely clueless; they naturally knew what was important and what wasn't urgent—besides, if they delayed Chen Ce's important business, he would dislike them.

Ahri certainly didn't want this to happen.

Syndra, who sees Chen Ce as a source of "emotional dependence," also does not want this to happen.

But... before letting Chen Ce go, they still need an explanation:

"Who's going to drink today's Corrupting Potion?" the two girls asked in unison.

"..." Chen Ce was stunned on the spot.

This problem...

On the surface, the question was about the ownership of the Corrupting Potion, but in reality, it circled back to the earlier topic...

"Um... can I give you an answer later...?"

"No." The two girls said in unison again.

"..." Chen Ce was forced into silence.

After a long period of deep thought, driven by quantum mechanics, he arrived at an answer:

"How about... you split it in half...?"

A few minutes later, Chen Ce returned to the Scarlet Huntress's cabin corridor, which was riddled with holes.

He quickly walked around countless shattered pieces of the ship and the water-soaked wooden floor, and arrived at the main wheelhouse where Captain Kalan was.

Just before he pushed open the door, he saw some kind of red liquid flowing on the floor... blending with the seawater that had seeped into the cabin.

It looks like...

Fresh blood.

A bad feeling arose within me.

Could it be... Kalan...?

Filled with guilt for believing Syndra had spiraled out of control and was about to destroy the entire Fae'lor Island and even the whole of Ionia, and therefore...

He committed suicide?!

"Kalan!"

Chen Ce hurriedly kicked open the main control room door, whose hinges were somewhat rusty.

The slightly luxurious captain's chair in the main wheelhouse is still there—with its back to the door.

Seated in the chair was a tall Vastaya... one hand hung limply at his sides, his palm clutching a sharp dagger stained with red liquid...

The red liquid at the doorway was leaking from under the chair...

"Oh no... Kalan!!" Chen Ce rushed forward, trying to save Kalan had already attempted suicide by cutting his wrists or throat.

But just as he was about to touch the back of the chair, the chair turned around by itself.

Then, their eyes met.

Kalan was chewing something and holding a huge red fruit in his hand, paused for a moment, "Mr. Chen Ce...? What's wrong?"

"...?" Chen Ce was also taken aback.

He re-evaluated the other person.

Kalan's right hand—the hand that was resting on the back of the chair just now—was indeed holding a sharp dagger.

But what he hadn't shown in his left hand was... a red fruit about half the size of a washbasin—yes, it was very juicy, not only covering his entire hand but also dripping red juice onto the ground.

Damn it...

Chen Ce was speechless, while Kalan felt a little uncomfortable.

He felt the other person's unwavering gaze, then hesitated before extending his left hand. "If you want some too... here you go? These are fire berries from Ixtal, juicy and sweet, quite good..."

"You've been hiding here all by yourself just to eat this stuff?" Chen Ce's expression and tone were complicated. "Are you sneaking a bite here?"

"Since everything's over anyway, can't I enjoy myself a little?" Kalan argued.

"Who said it's over?"