Meanwhile, on an inconspicuous island east of the Ilusia Kingdom.
This island likewise belonged to none of the World Government's affiliated nations and was a typical lawless zone.
In the island's most prosperous district stood a lavish manor utterly out of place amid the surrounding decay.
Inside the manor, in a room steeped in nouveau riche taste, vulgar oil paintings covered the walls, while seemingly expensive yet utterly tasteless ornaments were piled everywhere.
A bloated, potbellied middle-aged man suddenly felt inexplicably restless, as though something terrible was about to happen.
He paced anxiously back and forth across the thick carpet, unable to find the source of his unease.
"Master, are you tired? Would you like to rest first?"
A soft, alluring voice sounded beside his ear.
Looking down, the middle-aged man saw his fourteenth wife, whom he had bought for a hefty price not long ago—a beautiful adult Merfolk woman.
She had thick, seaweed-like hair, half-exposed snowy peaks, and a breathtakingly voluptuous figure. A thin veil was all she wore, her pale skin faintly visible beneath it, while the webbed structure of her delicate feet added an exotic charm.
At that moment, she gazed up at him obediently, her eyes full of concern.
The seductive aura radiating from the Merfolk woman instantly dispelled the unease in the middle-aged man's heart and ignited his most primal desires.
Breathing heavily, he shoved his costly slave wife onto the soft carpet, not even caring that others were still in the room—several expressionless, heavily armed bodyguards standing against the tightly shut door.
The bodyguards had long since grown used to such scenes. Instead, their eyes gleamed as they greedily stared at the exquisite body on the floor.
After the master grew tired of the previous thirteen "mistresses," he had rewarded them to these personal