Dear, It's Time to Take Your Medicine!

Qin Chu shook his head and stopped thinking about those matters as he opened the panel.

Level: 13

Class: Hero

Strength: 19

Stamina: 19

Agility: 19

Spirit: 62

Defense: 19

Charm: 6

Martial Skills:

None!

Magic:

Illusion Creation: Intermediate magic. You possess the ability to create illusions.

Authorities:

Greed: Transcendent Authority. You greedily wished to possess everything; Authority special ability: Devourer—you can plunder the strength and Authorities of others for your own use.

Wrath: Transcendent Authority. You were very angry, and anger would become your strength; Authority special ability: Rage Burst—when your fury blossomed, you would gain power far beyond your limits.

Forced Calm: High-Tier Authority. You would remain calm at all times and never lose your reason. Activated automatically; could be manually deactivated.

Lust: Special Authority, Transcendent Authority. This Authority could not be made public. Touch of Lust—your hands could ignite the deepest hidden flames within the hearts of the opposite sex.

Shapeshifting: Intermediate Authority. You could freely alter your own form.

With every level gained, strength, stamina, agility, spirit, and defense would each increase by one point. Charm had been fixed from the moment of birth; only certain special methods could increase it, and those were exceedingly difficult.

The Phantom Demon disguised as Count Donald had been at least level sixty. Clearly, when Devourer consumed a target, the conversion process incurred severe losses. A level-sixty Phantom Demon had only raised him to level thirteen, while its abundant magical power had merely converted into forty-three points of spirit.

Of course, by the normal cultivation speed of practitioners in this world, reaching level thirteen would take at least several months even if one meditated, cultivated, and fought Demonic Beasts every day. Yet he had done it in less than a minute. Sure enough, plundering the power of others for his own use was the fastest way to grow stronger.

By a mage's standards, a total of sixty-two points of spirit was roughly enough to reach the level of an Archmage.

Unfortunately, the only magic he currently possessed was Illusion Creation, which he had also stolen from the Phantom Demon. Back then, the Phantom Demon had been seized by Qin Chu before it even had the chance to use that spell.

He had also plundered the Phantom Demon's Authority, Shapeshifting.

All in all, Qin Chu was very satisfied with the Phantom Demon, that great bundle of experience.

Nearly an hour later, the carriage finally stopped in front of a building. Calling it a house would have been an understatement—it was more like a palace. It was said to be Wadsworth's summer retreat, used to escape the heat and rest. It had now been temporarily handed over to the Hero, which showed just how highly Wadsworth regarded Qin Chu.

The entire residence covered several thousand square meters. Around its towering walls, hundreds of city guards patrolled through the night, allowing no danger to draw near.

The carriage drove directly into the courtyard, where servants long arranged by Wadsworth led Qin Chu to his room.

Nicholas and dozens of elite guards followed close behind. They were required to protect the Hero personally, only stopping once they reached the bedroom door.

"Nicholas..."

"Your subordinate is here. What are your orders, Lord Hero?"

Qin Chu yawned and stretched, his face full of exhaustion. "I'm very tired today and need a good rest. No matter what happens, do not wake me. Understood?"

Revenge would unfold tonight.

He did not want these people interfering with his plans!

This Woman Has the Makings of a Witch (2)

The polished floor had been cleaned until not a speck of dust remained. Soft magical lamps shone upon it, making it gleam like a mirror. The bed was so spacious that not to mention one person, even seven or eight people sleeping on it together would have more than enough room.

Everything in the room, from the sheets to the blankets, was brand-new and neatly arranged. After all, the guest was the Hero. Wadsworth did not want to leave a bad impression in the Hero's mind.

The room was stocked with every daily necessity—soap, toothbrushes, hot water, everything. The suite even had a spacious bath, embedded with red Fire Magic Crystals that could keep the water at the most comfortable temperature forever.

By the bed stood a brown desk, upon which lay a neat stack of books containing basic information about the Skyvault Continent. They seemed intended to help Qin Chu gain a fundamental understanding of this world. The paper was rough and yellowed; clearly, papermaking in this world was not particularly advanced.

Above the wall beside the desk was embedded a milky-white magical lamp. It looked somewhat like an oil lamp, about the size of a fist. Under its glow, long shadows stretched across the floor.

On the wall behind him was a relief of the Goddess of Holy Light. Gentle white radiance shimmered over the carving, sacred and bright.

There was also a large wardrobe in the room. When Qin Chu pulled open its doors, he fell into contemplation.

There were dozens of outfits inside. Only about one-fifth had been prepared for him; the rest all appeared to be women's clothing.

Cutout maid uniforms, sexy leather armor for female thieves, bikini-style armor for female warriors, high-slit robes that flaunted a female mage's curves, elf earrings, cat-ear headbands, fluffy tails, collars symbolizing slaves...

His lips could not help twitching. Had Wadsworth prepared all this for him too? Had that bastard mistaken him for some lecherous scoundrel? Was he that kind of person?

That said, the selection was quite extravagant. What was this, uniform temptation? In order to win over the Hero, Wadsworth had truly racked his brains.

What left Qin Chu most speechless was that there were even pure white, pure black, and black-and-white nun's robes and priestly garments... Wasn't this blasphemy? One set in particular somehow looked a little similar to Saint Monica's attire.

Was Wadsworth not afraid of being struck by lightning?

He had even thoughtfully prepared a box beside it containing ten bottles of pale green potion.

Qin Chu knew this potion very well. He had even consumed it many times!

There were always times when one became exhausted fighting Demonic Beasts. Drink a bottle once completely spent, and one would immediately become vigorous and full of energy... In certain respects, it had the same effects as the Skyvault Continent's Viagra.

This was the product of extremely high alchemical attainment, and its ingredients were extraordinarily precious. The cost of making a single bottle was at least one hundred thousand Mana. Yet Wadsworth had actually used such valuable potions for this kind of thing. Once again, Qin Chu felt just how extravagant the upper class of this world truly was.

He returned to the desk, turned the magical lamp a little brighter, pulled out a chair, sat down, and opened a book.

The book's contents merely introduced some of the most basic information about the Skyvault Continent.

In truth, the Skyvault Continent was more like a gigantic island surrounded by an endless ocean, somewhat similar to Australia on Earth. As for what lay beyond the sea?

No one knew.

In the tens of thousands of years since civilization had arisen on the Skyvault Continent, no one had ever reached the other side of the ocean.

It was not that they did not want to. They simply could not.

Though history had seen countless outstanding navigators and formidable experts attempt to discover what lay in the deepest reaches of the sea, none had succeeded. From the messages those people sent back, all anyone knew was that the depths of the ocean held murky darkness and raging winds, while ashes from something burned drifted through the sky like snow.

Even Grand Sage-level experts could feel terror rising from the deepest depths of their souls when they approached those regions. Magical shields could also be torn apart with ease by the savage winds.

Over tens of thousands of years, countless outstanding humans had been buried in the depths of that dark ocean.

The Skyvault Continent had thirteen countries in total, of which the Orwell Empire was the strongest. The other nations were no match for the Orwell Empire at all. Had the disaster of Demonic Beast invasions not suddenly erupted, Wadsworth would have long since unified the entire Skyvault Continent.

The Skyvault Continent's beliefs were also complicated, with many religions. Yet only two possessed enough influence to affect the entire continent's situation: the Holy Church, which worshipped the Goddess of Holy Light, and the Earth Mother Goddess Church, which worshipped the Earth Mother.

The two great churches stood on equal footing with the Orwell Empire, fighting over the highest authority of the Skyvault Continent.

But these matters had little to do with Qin Chu. Having experienced his first life, he was already extremely familiar with the Skyvault Continent. After casually flipping through the book, he closed it, pushed the window open a crack, extinguished the magical lamp, and climbed into bed.

Not long afterward, Nicholas, who stood guard outside, heard faint snoring.

It seemed Lord Hero truly was exhausted. That made sense. He had suddenly been summoned from the world he knew to the Skyvault Continent, without even having time to process anything, then spent two hours in a carriage and several more at a banquet. It was only natural for him to be worn out.

Nicholas only needed to fulfill his own duty: do not disturb Lord Hero's rest, and do not let anyone approach this room.

However, Nicholas did not notice that not long after Qin Chu fell asleep, a pitch-black bat suddenly spread its wings and flew out through the opened window. On the bed, Qin Chu still lay there steadily, his snoring unchanged.

Illusion Creation.

His magical power was not particularly high, nor was his strength especially great. But with the abundant experience from his first life, whether martial skills or magic, as long as his attributes were sufficient, he could essentially use them immediately. Creating a simple illusion of himself still sleeping was easy enough.

He was not worried about being discovered.

The guards Wadsworth had arranged for Qin Chu were all outstanding Knights. Their combat strength was formidable, but they were not sensitive to magical power. No one noticed that the real Hero had already shapeshifted into a bat and left the room.

Besides, even if he were discovered, Qin Chu did not care. He had long prepared an excuse. Because of his identity as the Hero, no matter how terrible an excuse he fabricated, those people would not investigate too deeply.

The Hero's title was just too damned useful. At first, he had still felt somewhat unaccustomed to it, but Qin Chu quickly adapted to his current form.

Shapeshifting was truly a rather good Authority. Though it did not enhance his combat strength, it was incredibly convenient to use. His black wings beat, stirring faint currents of air as they carried the bat's body soaring through the night sky.

It was about midnight now, and both moons had already tilted westward.

Though some nobles still had not returned home for the night, no one would care about a tiny bat flying through the sky.

He flew over the Imperial City, over the high dividing walls...

When Qin Chu reached the Commoners' District of the outer city, the light suddenly dimmed. Apart from the moonlight overhead, there was almost no other illumination. This was what night truly looked like.

Following the memories in his mind, Qin Chu beat his wings swiftly.

A few minutes later, Qin Chu landed before a bar.

It was a bar that remained open twenty-four hours a day.

The bat's body gradually wriggled and stretched, transforming into human form. He looked like a handsome young man of seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a loose mage's robe.

He raised his head and looked at the familiar dark-red sign: Brave Ones' Bar.

He had many enemies. Tonight, he would take revenge upon one of them, using an exceptionally despicable method.

It was a little dangerous, but Qin Chu believed he could play this scene to perfection!

Now, he was an unfathomable master living beyond the world!

Smiling, Qin Chu pushed open the bar's glass door. There were no customers inside, and the place seemed somewhat deserted.

Dim yellow oil lamps gave off a slightly pungent odor, black smoke curling upward.

Behind the long counter, a tall woman was carefully wiping a glass.

She was an exceptionally seductive woman, with long light-purple hair and elegant, narrow eyes like amethysts. Her fair skin was as delicate as a baby's. She wore a close-fitting black dress, cinched tightly at the waist by a palm-wide belt, making her waist appear even more slender. Her breasts, waist, hips, and legs formed a graceful, enchanting curve.

Among all the women Qin Chu knew, this woman was undoubtedly among the very best in terms of figure. Even the fiery Angelica and the voluptuous Saint Monica were slightly inferior to her.

It seemed that only Athena, the Archmage from the former Hero's Party, could compete with this woman.

Because she was so beautiful and had such a fine figure, she had no shortage of admirers even among the nobility. Who knew how many bald old men hoped she would become their lover.

Clearly, she only needed to agree to those nobles' requests to immediately escape the hardship of commoner life. Yet she rejected them all and continued running this tiny bar.

Hearing the sound, the woman lifted her eyes. Her deep purple gaze seemed to possess a power that lured the opposite sex into ruin.

Her beautiful eyes flickered. An unfamiliar customer.

"Welcome, sir. What would you like?"

Qin Chu gave a faint smile and sat in front of her, interlacing his fingers beneath his chin.

His eyes fixed on the woman's beautiful, delicate face. The gaze made her brow furrow slightly, leaving her with an uncomfortable feeling.

"Witch's Heart, please..."

The woman nodded slightly, then her fair, slender fingers began mixing Qin Chu's drink with swift familiarity.

The technique dazzled Qin Chu's eyes.

"Princess Candice's bartending skills are getting better and better..." Qin Chu suddenly said.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I'm still far—" the woman responded instinctively. Then her hands abruptly froze, and a brief silence descended over the entire bar.

In that instant, the atmosphere became incomparably oppressive.

A few seconds later, the woman continued mixing the drink without lifting her head. "Sir, you must have mistaken me for someone else. My name is Catherine. There is no one here named Candice..."

"Your drink." Two slender fingers pushed a glass of crimson liquid toward Qin Chu. The woman's expression had barely changed, as if their earlier conversation had never happened.

Saya's figure emerged from Qin Chu's body. Still sitting on his shoulder, her little swinging feet passed through the glass again and again, making Qin Chu worry that she might kick over his drink.

How am I supposed to drink this? Even though she has no physical body, seeing those little feet pass through the glass again and again still makes me feel a little sick.

"Why did you come out?" Qin Chu grumbled inwardly.

Saya did not answer Qin Chu's question. Instead, she stared at the woman before them and spoke to herself.

"This woman... has the makings of a Witch!"

Rest assured, I have no intention of killing you (1)

Qin Chu had always highly acknowledged the Dark Witch's strength and judgment. Since even Saya said this woman had the makings of a Witch, then she was probably right.