"What... what are you doing?"
Natasha spoke shyly, her cheeks flushed.
Beneath her dark blue bangs, her face was redder than ever, and even her ears looked as if they were burning.
Jing Yan froze for a moment and checked his hand.
After confirming that he really was holding her breasts, he let go.
He put his hand behind his back.
At that moment, Natasha's berry-red eyes held a complicated look.
"Natasha, the bandages are here." Jing Yan quickly reached for the bandages on a nearby shelf and handed them to her.
"You... All right." Natasha paused, then took the bandages.
Before turning back to treat the patient she had been tending to, Natasha suddenly put on a stern face, deliberately acting fierce. Lowering her voice, she leaned close to Jing Yan and quietly warned him, "Just you wait."
Then she turned back and continued treating the patient.
Standing behind Natasha, Jing Yan stuck out his tongue. A faint smile appeared on his face.
He knew Natasha wasn't actually angry with him.
As the leader of the Underworld Fire, Natasha despised bullies and lecherous scoundrels.
If she really hated him, she would have slapped him without a second thought just now. But she hadn't.
That meant that even though they'd just had close physical contact, he hadn't made her feel truly disgusted.
Natasha's embarrassment had been plain to see. And she had merely put on the airs of a senior, without actually losing her temper. That was enough to show that she had feelings for him—most likely romantic ones.
It wasn't simply the way an older sister felt about her younger brother.
The thought filled Jing Yan with delight.
Of course, he liked this curvaceous, gorgeous older woman too.
His actions just now had not only brought him and Natasha closer by sheer luck, but had also increased his divine power.
In other words, based on the sign-in reward he had just received, Jing Yan had deduced a rule: perhaps he could raise his power as the Aeon of Lust again by winning over other women.
By rights, the divine power he had just received as a sign-in reward, if fully released, would be enough to stir lust in everyone in the city. It was no small amount of power.
Jing Yan wanted to test how strongly it could directly affect people.
He closed his eyes and began to explore his power.
Ever since he had crossed into this world, he had been completely powerless. He still hadn't truly used his abilities.
He had once worried that using his power might draw the attention of Aha, the Aeon of Elation. Now, however, he was less concerned.
The planet he was on, Jarilo-VI, lay in an exceedingly remote region.
Belobog's Underworld was especially isolated. The only person there connected to Aha, the Aeon of Elation, was the arms dealer Sampo Koski.
So long as he kept his actions out of Sampo's sight, Aha probably wouldn't notice him.
Otherwise, he might as well give up on living.
And if that were the case, the followers of the Hunt and the Abundance, sworn enemies of one another, would have nowhere left to hide either.
Clearly, that wasn't so.
The people of the Xianzhou Luofu, who worshipped the Hunt, allowed an organization like the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus to exist. They hadn't wiped them out, either.
That proved one thing.
The followers of a weak opposing faction might not even be worth their attention.
And followers of Aeons might choose not to fight those of opposing factions, depending on their own personal inclinations.
Even if he were discovered now, he wouldn't see Aha destroy the universe, some Lord Ravager tear apart the stars, or a powerful high-ranking Emanator blow up a planet.
That was because the blessings Aeons bestowed on most of their followers were more like letting them fend for themselves.
They didn't take over or control them.
So Jing Yan guessed that he wouldn't attract the attention of beings on his level until he became powerful enough.
Of course, there was another possibility: an Aeon might happen to be nearby in human form.
That sort of thing did happen.
For example, Aha, the Aeon of Elation, had once taken on the form of a mortal and boarded the Astral Express of Akivili, the Aeon of the Trailblaze. Aha had become one of the Nameless, intending to find a chance to blow up the train for a laugh.
And Aha had actually succeeded.
If an Aeon really were walking around him in human form—and that Aeon happened to be his enemy, Aha of the Elation—then his luck would be beyond terrible!
If he died, he'd just have to accept it.
But Jing Yan wasn't about to give up using his divine power and obediently live as a mortal just because of a one-in-a-trillion chance.
All he could do now was try to draw on his power.
In his mind,
a white space appeared before him, containing a vast hall.
In the hall stood row upon row of enormous white statues.
They stood on either side.
Among them were Aphrodite from the West of his previous life, Mi Fei, the Goddess of the Luo River from the East, Kama, the god of love and lust and son of Brahma from the country of curry, and Hathor, the deity of the land of pyramids...
The statues stood on both sides, and the one at the very back was the largest of all, towering a full hundred meters tall.
In this world before his eyes, Jing Yan himself seemed no bigger than a tiny bug.
Yet the statue's face was his own.
Jing Yan understood something in an instant.
Just as he knew, overlapping Paths could devour one another. A powerful Aeon would consume and assimilate a weaker one.
The Harmony had devoured the Order.
And new wars or acts of devouring between Aeons could happen as well.
For example, Aha, the Aeon of Elation, might want to devour him.
But...
His Path seemed to be somewhat different.
Perhaps he could allow other Aeons with similar Paths to exist, and even draw power from them.
Then again, perhaps he had already assimilated the other Aeons of Lust. He wasn't sure.
As he stood before his own colossal statue, deep in thought, Jing Yan noticed something.
He seemed to have found a way to use some of his power!
He opened his eyes.
He was back in reality.
But a strange color suddenly glimmered in his dark eyes.
It was a faint, iridescent hue.
As he fixed his gaze ahead, a patient with an injured arm suddenly stood up.
His divine power had worked!
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