r18novel Chapter 44 Shaha~ My World!
Chapter 44 Shaha~ My World!
The music stopping is like a start button.
next second.
In the banquet hall, all the people lying on the floor—Adams, DuPont, Terry, their heirs, leaders, and invited insiders—all had their faces flushed red.
"Oh my gosh!"
"snore!"
"oh--!"
Strange cries rose and fell.
It wasn't a painful groan, but the ultimate release after sensory overload.
Dozens of people convulsed, rolled around, and drooled simultaneously, their faces alternating between expressions of ecstasy and despair.
This is not over yet.
The fluctuations radiated outwards from the banquet hall.
It flows through the corridors, across the terraces, and into every room of the villa.
Several family representatives, who were having a pleasant conversation in the side hall, suddenly froze halfway through their conversation and then collapsed to the ground.
The men, women, and boys engaged in "state-style combat" in a private suite on the second floor suddenly stopped, then simultaneously let out high-pitched screams, their bodies intertwining in an even deeper battle.
The security team that rushed to the scene upon hearing the earlier gunshots all knelt down as soon as they reached the banquet hall entrance, dropped their weapons, and sat on the ground groaning.
Like a plague.
Like a wave.
It starts from the center of the villa and spreads outwards.
At the same moment, everyone living in the entire White Sand Bay Club—guests, waiters, chefs, gardeners, security guards, and even the undetermined Gundam—collapsed, their faces flushed, emitting strange "oh ho ho" cries.
For a time, the sounds of snoring echoed across both sides of the island.
In the center of the banquet hall.
Lucien slowly stood up.
He was hunched over, his hands on his knees, his chest heaving violently, and his face covered in sweat.
Then--
"Oh~~~~"
A long, incredibly soothing moan rolled out from deep within his throat, lingering for a long time, the last note trembling with pleasure.
He straightened up and looked down at his hands.
His skin was smooth, his knuckles were distinct, and his muscle lines were as fluid as a sculpture.
"Is this the new power?"
He murmured, a grin spreading across his face.
"Is this power? Lord, you truly love me!"
Footsteps.
Bishop Luke got up from beside the piano.
His face was still flushed, but his eyes had regained their clarity, or rather, a deeper fervor.
He walked to the storage cabinet by the wall, opened the door, and took out a pure white robe.
The robe was made of soft material, with dark gold patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem.
That was prepared long ago.
Luke, holding the robe, walked up to Lucien, bowed, and presented it with both hands.
Congratulations!
His voice was hoarse, but full of awe.
"Once again, we are under the Lord's watchful eye."
Lucien glanced at him but didn't take the robe.
"Luke."
"Yes."
"Do you want the Lord's attention?"
Luke's body jolted, and he looked up, his eyes widening.
"I……"
"answer."
"Yes," Luke's voice trembled. "I dream about it."
Lucien smiled. He reached out and gently tapped Luke's forehead with his index finger.
【Extreme Wave】—Blessing Assimilation, Initiation.
A pinkish glow seeps into the skin.
Luke froze, his pupils dilating and then contracting.
He felt something taking root and growing within him—it was power, and it was also a pathway.
It is the starting point of the path of "the joy of art".
A few seconds later, the halo dissipated.
Luke knelt down, his forehead pressed against the cold marble.
"Thank you... thank you so much... thank God..."
His voice broke with emotion.
Lucien withdrew his hand, then took the white robe and casually draped it over his shoulders.
The robe fit perfectly, with the hem reaching down to her ankles.
He looked around.
Inside the banquet hall, the family members were still convulsing, but several had begun to regain consciousness.
They opened their eyes, their gazes vacant, their faces bearing the traces of exhaustion from ecstasy.
Lucien walked to the long table, picked up a bottle of champagne that hadn't been spilled, unscrewed the cap, and took a swig straight from the bottle.
The liquid was icy cold as it slid down my throat.
"Alright everyone,"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was crystal clear in the quiet hall.
Everyone who could still hear looked up at him.
"You say..."
Lucien said, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Am I a saint of the Lord?"
No one objected.
No one even showed any surprise.
Their thresholds have been permanently altered.
The sensory overload of those three seconds has burned away the old moral and cognitive framework.
Now, the man standing on the table, the one who can give them the ultimate pleasure, must be, absolutely must be, a saint!
Lucien jumped off the table, stepping barefoot over the scattered silverware and shards of glass.
"Luke."
"exist."
"Take care of it."
He paused.
"Yes, sir."
Lucien walked toward the terrace.
Pushing open the glass door, a salty, damp sea breeze rushed in.
In the distance, the white sand shimmered silver under the moonlight, and the waves relentlessly pounded against the shore.
In the Kingdom of God.
Luo Huan, in her white cat form, loosened her grip and stepped back from the bead.
No more power could be poured in; Lucien's body was like a cup filled to the brim with water, and any further pouring would only cause it to overflow.
"Boring."
The cat spoke human words.
She flicked her tail, and her body began to change.
The white fur shrank, the body lengthened, and after a few seconds it transformed back into the white-haired loli form.
She stood barefoot in the void, hands on her hips, staring at the four beads in front of her.
Dark red [Wrath of Courage], pastel [Joy of Art], azure [Transformation of Knowledge], deep green [Embrace of Compassion].
All four beads are glowing.
All four chosen ones have been promoted to the Bronze level.
"It was only natural that they broke through."
She muttered,
"It seems like nothing has changed..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Her eyes suddenly widened.
"wrong!"
My horizons are expanding.
The thick gray fog that originally enveloped the bead, representing the unexplored area, was dissipating at an alarming rate.
It didn't fade away slowly; it was like smoke being blown away by the wind—it vanished in a flash.
The outline of the entire North America is clearly presented.
Mountains, rivers, cities, roads.
Every detail is clearly visible.
Moreover, the perspective has changed.
Previously, she could only look down from above, like looking at a map.
Now, she can zoom in, zoom out, and rotate the view at will, just like playing a third-person game—no, even more freely.
She can see in four places at the same time, she can see through walls, she can hear sounds, and she can smell odors.
The perception has been upgraded.
More importantly—
Luo Huan raised her hand, her five fingers spread open.
She could feel that the barriers were thinning and the channels were increasing.
It's like you used to peep through frosted glass, but now you've switched to clearer glass, which even has some small holes.
She can infuse more power into them, perceive the believers' state more clearly, and even... do things she couldn't do before.
"Faster, faster..."
She grinned, and her smile grew wider and wider.
"This world is mine!"
A surge of excitement rushed to my head.
She lunged at the four floating beads, opened her mouth, and swallowed them all in one gulp.
The tongue licks the surface of the bead.
It is cool and smooth, with different colored energy flows flowing inside.
"Well……"
Luo Huan shuddered, her long, silvery-white hair standing on end like a cat that had inhaled catnip.
She lay sprawled in the void, limbs outstretched, a bead in her mouth, her eyes narrowed to slits.
After a long while, she finally spat out the bead.
The four beads floated back to their original positions, their surfaces still wet.
Luo Huan sat up and wiped her mouth.
"alright."
She clapped her hands and stood up.
"The actors are all on stage, and the stage is set up."
"Next—"
A dangerous glint flashed in her red eyes.
"It's time for the main show."