Human lives lasted less than a century, yet it was not uncommon for men to have wives and concubines in droves and more than a hundred children. Take certain emperors, for example... three thousand beauties in the harem.
Even in modern times, this phenomenon still existed among certain people in certain regions.
Measured across time spans, Ego, who lived in units of millions of years, did not seem all that excessive.
Besides, the size and durability of his little D could be custom-made. Tsk, tsk. Its functions were quite powerful too.
The problem was—
"What happened to those descendants? Where are they now?" Hayato asked Mantis.
Mantis still did not speak, but a trace of fear flashed through her eyes.
With Gamora's emotional intelligence and intellect, it was not hard for her to guess that things were probably not good.
"Are you ready?" Hayato suddenly asked.
Ready for what?
Gamora was still wondering whether Hayato had said that to her or Mantis when the world suddenly spun around her. It was as though someone had stuffed themselves into a washing machine like a piece of clothing and turned it to maximum power.
The sensation was familiar.
She felt this whenever a spacecraft made a spatial jump. This was that sensation magnified tenfold.
Gamora was still dizzy when she drew her longsword with a swish.
Then she saw the smiling Hayato, the dazed Mantis, and the changed surroundings.
Just now—
They had been beside a picturesque fishpond under bright sunshine.
Now—
They stood inside a dark cave, with a heavy stench hanging in the air.
Gamora was very familiar with that smell... the stench of corpses.
"Have you adjusted yet? It's like this the first time. You'll gradually get used to it," Hayato said.
Gamora now fully understood that she had