When Fang Cheng came to, he found his face hurt, as if someone had kicked him twice.
The bed was a mess, and a faint feminine scent lingered in the air.
Fang Cheng clutched his head and groaned. The terrifying scenes from his hallucination still lingered in his mind, impossible to shake.
If anyone ever claimed to have spent the night with a thousand women, Fang Cheng would give him a thumbs-up and praise him as a real man forged from vibranium.
Why not iron? Because even a man made of iron couldn't take that.
Fang Cheng had never realized that a thousand ravenous women could be so terrifying. They were even scarier than every enemy he had faced so far.
What was worse, everything he felt in the hallucination had been exactly the same as in reality. There was no telling the difference.
So, during the days in the hallucination when he had no sense of time, Fang Cheng endured pressures no one his age should have had to bear.
In his current mental state, if he shaved his head and became a monk, he could probably attain enlightenment and ascend to the ranks of the immortals right away.
What Evil God Sauce had given him wasn't a reward anymore. It was outright torture.
Fang Cheng knew perfectly well that if he kept resisting her power, he would probably be subjected to a thousand-woman ordeal every few days, or even a ten-thousand-woman one.
After a few more rounds, Fang Cheng would end up as sexless as a Vampire.
Just as he was wondering why there was a perfume scent on the bed, two notifications appeared in his field of vision.
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[Care of the Evil God +1]
[Care of the Evil God — This is