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Now restored to its full form, Janna didn't waste any words. Instead, she used Storm and Contract to manipulate water blades, relentlessly approaching Stellat's core. Stellat, though realizing something was wrong, could only grit his teeth and continue the struggle.
As the former goddess of wind, Janna might not have been able to contend with the ancient Shurima Empire, which at its peak possessed hundreds of Ascended Celestial Warriors. But now, she's fighting against a single Ascended, even one who has fallen to the Darkin…
No words were spoken, but a howling storm began to rise throughout the Twin Cities. Ripples rose from the calm Piltover Bay, driven by the storm, eventually forming dozens of towering waterspouts that crisscrossed the surrounding sea.
That is, at the same time.
Swish-!
A blinding flash of intense blue light seemed to cleave space itself. Sensing danger, Stellatu let out a low growl, manipulating the flames around him to engulf his enemy. But Janna, rarely displaying her full power, had no intention of holding back. The howling storm locked down all the magical nodes around Stellatu, whose body was formed through parasitic magic, hindering its progress inch by inch under the interference of these nodes.
At that very moment, in the bay above Piltover, the surging water, drawn by the storm, swirled around Farn, gathering, compressing, and then forming a spiraling water gun. Throwed with full force, the compressed water left a deep blue arc in space before piercing without obstruction the humanoid body at the center of the flames—that is, Stellatu's parasitic host.
"No—!!!" A piercing scream filled with endless pain, resentment, and madness came to an abrupt end.
The next moment, Stellatu's massive fiery body stiffened abruptly. His arms, which had been able to contend with Janna, fell limply to his sides. On his gradually dimming fiery body, all the eyes dimmed and then went out in an instant.
The flames that made up its body, as if they had lost their support, began to expand violently and chaotically, and then collapsed wildly inward.
boom! ! !
With a muffled thud, Stellatu's remains transformed into a pure energy turbulence and a shockwave of scorching ash, but its power was far less than before. It didn't even reach the city, and before it could spread more than a few meters, it was easily smoothed and dispersed by Janna's remaining wind. Only the bronze-cased harp, now restored to its normal size, fell from the sky, landing on the ruins with a slightly muffled sound.
Seeing that the battle in the sky had gradually subsided, the people who had been hiding emerged from the ruins and corners, wandering aimlessly onto the streets. They looked at Fain, who was standing in the middle of the ruins picking up a harp, and didn't know what to say or ask.
In contrast, in the distance, watching Stellatu being utterly destroyed, Blue Scent Manor fell into complete silence. Standing at the forefront, Amyst's face was filled with surprise, followed by a look of desperate helplessness.
Through the marks on her arm, she had no other choice but to silently convey the message to the noble master of the Black Rose.
Meanwhile, Stevan, his face ashen, gripped the handles tightly in his wheelchair. He remembered perfectly well that Farn had overheard everything he said. And now…
“My dear brother, you have good taste.” Just as Stevan was still thinking, a familiar yet cold voice came from behind him.
"It's a pity you're always so eager to prove yourself... and now, the time for reckoning has come."
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A bit of writer's block
119·Three Visits
After the battle, Fain picked up his harp.
Fane paid no heed to the parasitic abilities of the Darkin weapons. Even at his peak, Stellatul was still merely a lower-than-divine being. In that state, he was predominantly materialistic, making any attempt to possess Fane utterly delusional. Moreover, Stellatul's spirit was severely damaged by the Darkin curse. Even with his reason intact, he could not sway Fane's will in the slightest.
You can't even achieve the kind of relationship between Kayn and Rhaast—what makes you, Stellatu, think you're on the same level as Ossilash?
Furthermore, Stellatu had just been unsealed and then instantly destroyed, leaving him mentally weakened. Therefore, even when Fan picked him up, he didn't experience much resistance, only trembling twice before settling down.
Seeing this, Fain threw the harp directly into his mental domain space and instructed Gana to keep a close watch on it, preparing to deal with it properly later.
Having put away his harp and feeling the gazes of the citizens of Piltover around him, Fain didn't bother to say anything more. He connected with Janna and, while she was still in her prime, directly transmitted his observations of Blue Smoked Manor through the spiritual anchor point.
In fact, Stevan's plan to manipulate public opinion and distort the truth had absolutely no effect on Farn.
As the native deity of the Twin Cities region, Janna's connection with the people of the two cities is deeper than that of any other being in the spiritual realm. Previously, due to her weakened state, Janna had to exert all her strength just to maintain her existence. Now, with the improvement of her faith system, Janna's power has been restored, and all the previous anchors of faith have been rekindled.
Of course, as things stand, Janna is still incredibly weak compared to her true prime. According to the historical records of the Piltover Adventurers' Guild, the ancient Shurima Empire typically dealt with other foreign faiths by brutally destroying them in the spiritual realm, but when dealing with Janna, they cautiously targeted her faith in the material realm.
This alone demonstrates just how powerful Janna was back then. In the world of Legends of Mir, Nera embarks on an epic journey to challenge ancient beings. While in the waters of Bilgewater, she is unexpectedly attacked by a demigod sea monster and finds herself in a fierce battle. Ultimately, it is Janna who intervenes, manipulating the winds and currents to help Nera retreat, reach Piltover to repair her ship, recruit men, and praise her as the true goddess of water.
However, the development of the two cities in the LOR timeline is completely different from that of the two cities in the Runeterra universe, and also completely different from the development of the timeline where Fain is located.
Simply put, although the two cities in the LoR timeline are also divided, Zaun has also forged its own path.
They have already developed their own culture of resistance and street culture, and while their alchemical techniques are not as stable as Piltover's Hextech crystal technology, their power is far greater. Furthermore, while Viktor in the LoR timeline undergoes literal mechanical ascension, he doesn't excessively idolize mechanical modifications, but rather sees them as a means to an end. His true purpose is to compensate for his personality and mental flaws through physical enhancement—this alone puts them far ahead of the arcane sorcerers of the Twin Cities timeline.
In this context, Janna in the LOR timeline is more powerful than Janna in the regular timeline. Even the faith war from Shurima did not significantly affect her existence. In fact, the faith associated with her even experienced a new revival after the fall of the Shurima Empire—accompanied by the rise of long-distance trade.
Thinking this through, Faen nodded thoughtfully.
Faen never hid his biases and nepotism—partly because Janna was indeed capable enough, and partly because Janna's trust in Faen and the deep bond they formed, which was almost like a voluntary subservience, made Faen willing to repay her.
Ultimately, why has Janna willingly maintained her human form all this time? Is it out of habit? No, if we're really talking about it, transforming into the invisible wind or a free bluebird is the form Janna is more accustomed to. Continuing to maintain her human appearance, as she is now, is merely to cater to Faen's aesthetic sense and satisfy his desires and needs.
Putting aside things like reciprocating kindness, isn't it only natural to take care of the people around you?
As for Stellato…
In Fane's memory, the number of Darkin wasn't small; there were at least one or two in almost every region. Of course, this was only what Fane knew. Many other Darkin hadn't appeared in the backstory, including some Fallen who had failed to ascend. While these hadn't become demigods, they possessed power far exceeding that of ordinary people, at least qualifying as 'legendary' monsters—formidable threats in any city-state. Fane could collect as many of these as he wanted.
Upon seeing the message from Janna, a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on the faces of the residents of Piltover. Some found it hard to believe that a trading noble, who was the guardian and pioneer of the Piltover region, would betray the interests of Piltover itself.
Farn didn't bother to say anything more, figuring that the so-called trading nobles would take the initiative to refute the rumors and verify whether it was true or false.
Thinking about it, Farn yawned, and then, accompanied by the flowing water and wind, he set off on the road to Blue Smoked Manor.
Before long, they arrived at Bluesmok Manor once again. Thinking back, this should be Farn's third time at Bluesmok Manor—the first time was for the previous public execution, the second time was when he came looking for trouble, only to encounter a huge surprise. The third time was now.
However, the previous two times were different. This time, by the time Farn arrived, Blue Mist Manor had lost all will to resist. Even the guards on both sides of the road didn't try to stop him, simply watching as Farn approached, then helping him open the gate and leading the way. It was as if Farn was the master of the place.
Upon entering, the person standing in the center of the hall had changed from Amystine to Camille, whom Fane was familiar with.
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I'll start with three updates today to adjust my schedule. Also, the first act of the Twin Cities region is almost over, so I need to prepare for the next region's storyline.
120·Exploration Spirit
Stepping into Blue Smoked Manor, Fain stroked his chin with interest as he looked at Camille standing in the center waiting for him: "Not bad, looks like you've got the situation under control."
"Thanks to you," Camille said calmly, bowing slightly. "If you hadn't defeated that ancient monster, I would probably be in the dungeon now, being secretly executed."
Upon hearing this, Farn nodded, but didn't seem to care. He waved his hand and said, "Then Piltover is your responsibility. You should know better than I what the problems are in these two cities, and you should also know where my bottom line is. I won't say more; someone else will handle the rest with you."
Hearing Fain's words, Camille nodded, then turned her gaze to Amyst and Riven to the side and said, "Then, my lord, these two from Noxus..."
Upon hearing Camille mention them, Amyst and Riven slightly raised their heads, seemingly awaiting Fain's orders. Fain glanced at the two and then shook his head indifferently, saying, "Come see me tomorrow."
As he said this, Farn looked around and asked, "Where's the elevator? If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
“As you wish.” Camille nodded upon hearing that Fane had entrusted her with the entire future development of Piltover. She then turned and personally led the way for Fane. Once Fane entered the Hextech Pressure Lift and reached the bottom city, Camille returned to the scene and resumed her usual cold and cruel demeanor as the Grey Lady.
Sensing the coldness on Camille's face, everyone clearly realized one thing: Piltover was about to undergo a major upheaval.
Because the events unfolded so suddenly, many residents of Zaun were unexpectedly awakened by the continuous explosions and began discussing the incident on the streets. Although the grassroots members of the Change Wind organization were also unsure what had happened, they took to the streets to evacuate the crowd under orders from their neighborhood commanders.
Because of her incredible speed, Zeli moved like lightning through every corner of the city. Besides calming the city's inhabitants, she also suppressed the remnants of troublesome gangs—these were like a persistent skin disease in Zaun, extremely difficult to deal with.
Let alone this timeline, even in a timeline like LoR where Zaun was relatively well-developed, there were still plenty of gang members. This is a Zaun characteristic, something you can't miss. And as Piltover's twin, whatever Piltover has, Zaun often has a corresponding counterpart. For example, Piltover's Hextech, Zaun's Alchemy. Piltover's Future Guardians, Zaun's Mechanical Pilgrims. Even when Piltover had its Star Diva, LoR's Zaun had its own rock-and-roll diva…
Seeing that the whole of Zaun was getting busy, Faen, who had little interest in politics, returned to his den of iniquity to indulge in pleasure.
Oh, not for pleasure, but to replenish Janna's positive energy, which is severely depleted.
Entering full power for battle, while Janna only needs a short recovery period to replenish herself through the rebuilt faith system, will leave her weakened for an extended time. Injecting large amounts of happiness factors can rapidly reduce this recovery time.
While this kind of pleasure factor replenishment isn't limited to exchange—it can also be achieved through more direct bodily fluid exchange—that would inevitably diminish Fane's own pleasure to some extent. In contrast, if Fane's pleasure could be increased while replenishing Janna's... and since there's nothing urgent at the moment, why not?
Back in her room, Janna was already prepared. She had reverted to her half-human, half-bird form as the Storm God, and her clothing had returned to its previous sheer fabric. Looking at Fain, sensing his inner thoughts, Janna felt no shame. Instead, she quietly swallowed—with the intimate union of this period, Janna's physical body had become even more solid.
She hadn't experienced it before and didn't think much of it. But now, having felt the electrical signals transmitted through nerves during close physical contact, Janna has truly tasted the sweetness of it.
Sure enough, it had just raised its long legs in cooperation, and before Janna's upper mouth could say anything, its lower mouth passionately expressed all its desires. This physical impatience made Janna feel a little uncomfortable—not that Janna was unwilling, but that beings in the spiritual realm always had a longer concept of time and a more 'slower' mood.
Such a passionate and intense expression of desire… With a hint of helplessness, she tilted her head slightly to glance at her lower body, then gently patted it. She had thought she could suppress the regional throbbing like the main body in the spiritual realm, but who would have thought that the laws governing the material realm were completely different from those of the spiritual realm? Even with her body already so aroused, it not only didn't stop stimulating her, but instead patted her slightly harder. Before Janna could even react, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her entire body.
Forget about restoring her body to peace, before she even started, the lack of energy and the desire for her body caused Janna to straighten her legs and go for a while.
Seeing Janna's combo, Fain, who had come closer, blinked in surprise, then asked with a look of curiosity, "Are you... eager to amuse yourself?"
Upon hearing this, Janna merely supported herself on the bed for a moment, panting. Once her physical body had regained some strength, she lifted her legs again. This time, however, a hint of humanity flickered in Janna's eyes. She parted the two petals with her fingers, gazing at the small mouth that opened and closed with each breath, exhaling warm air, and said with a slight hint of confusion:
"The physical me... is different from the spiritual me. If it is the physical body in the spiritual realm, it should have calmed down a bit by now."
“The feedback between the two realms is indeed different.” Upon hearing this, Fain nodded seriously. Because when they made love in the mental realm before, the emotional feedback was indeed much stronger.
Thinking this, Farn took out a huge baguette and held it to that soft little mouth, slowly stuffing it in little by little, while smiling and saying, "Then let's feel it and see what the difference is."
"Ah."
Janna nodded, watching intently as the steaming baguette was stuffed into her small mouth, filling it tightly without leaving any gaps.
121
The battle with Stellatul had just ended, but Fane's body and mind showed no signs of fatigue. In fact, with the fighting spirit satisfied, his mind was exceptionally active. His physical restlessness was even more pronounced; Janna was now curious about her physical body, and as her close lover, Fane naturally offered his assistance, helping Janna better understand her current physical state.
Now, beneath Fain, Janna intently felt the thick, long pestle invading her flesh inch by inch. A slight pain made her frown slightly, but the intense pleasure that followed eased her brow. As Fain began to sway his hips, Janna could clearly see a bulge appear on her stomach, moving back and forth with his movements.
“I think I understand why Zeli is so obsessed.” After a moment of feeling, watching the few pink strands scraped off along with the splattered fluid when Fane pulled out, Janna, slightly panting as she enjoyed herself, said, “Compared to the resonance in the spiritual realm, the physical reaction in the material realm is more direct. Is it the nerves? Those things that transmit emotions in my mind, I feel my body craving to be played with by you more intensely.”
How intense is it?
Upon hearing this, Fain chuckled and reached out, then viciously grabbed Janna's two soft breasts. His rough, hard fingers dug deep into her ample bosom, the intense sensation causing Janna's body to tremble slightly. Fain wasn't finished; he then reached out and pinched her pink nipples, pulling and tugging at them, shaping the soft sacs into various forms, until Janna's infatuated expression became increasingly obvious, and she even struggled uncontrollably. Only then did he stop and withdraw his hand.
Having dodged those teasing hands, Janna lifted her two soft mounds and let out a gasp.
After breaking free from Fain's grasp, although the pain of being pulled was indeed relieved, Janna could also feel a sense of emptiness and unease in her heart. Then, a slight itch came from her nipples. Frowning slightly, Janna offered her chest back to Fain.
Seeing that Fane was just smiling and looking at her without moving his hands, Janna blinked in confusion. Later, she understood Fane's meaning through her mental perception. Then she took Fane's hands and placed them on her chest.
"You clearly want to toy with me too, so why do you insist on making me take the initiative?" Janna asked, her voice tinged with doubt as she guided Fane's hand to her body.
Upon hearing Janna's question, Fain chuckled softly, then reached out and grabbed her again, this time pressing her directly onto the bed.
"This is what they call the sense of conquest and possessiveness, and it's also my source of happiness!!!"
As he spoke, Fain's muscular, powerful waist moved like a motor... no, rather than a motor known for its frequency and speed, it was more like a heavy battering ram. Although it didn't seem that fast, each thrust powerfully penetrated the deepest part of Janna's flower garden. The fleshy buttocks collided, making a crackling sound, and each sound sent ripples through Janna's shapely body.
It was at this moment that Fain also felt a slight warmth and softness enveloping him from behind.
Embracing Fain's robust frame, LeBlanc, having already handled some necessary matters on his behalf, returned to his side. Possessing the memories of her original self, LeBlanc could easily manage the minor affairs between the two cities. Especially given her expertise in illusion magic, combined with Fain's absolute control over her, even though Fain didn't appear at the scene afterward, LeBlanc had used illusions to bring him there and carry out his purposes and orders.
Now, having just returned from her mission, she finds her master, who holds the power of life and death over her, relentlessly ravaging and beating the Goddess of the Twin Cities. What can LeBlanc say? Of course, she'll immediately join in, hoping to gain more of her master's favor and assistance, to fill herself up…
“They were out there conveying the master’s will and carrying out the master’s orders, but the master was conquering and whipping other girls…” Gently biting Fain’s earlobe, and watching the smile on Fain’s lips, LeBlanc knew that she had won the master’s favor.
This brought LeBlanc a slight joy, so she pressed her warm body against Fane's back as he kept crashing into Janna's flower chamber, feeling the explosive life energy surging within him. The mark on her lower abdomen gradually glowed and heated up, causing the illusion witch to become parched. Finally, she took Fane's hand and led him towards her already overflowing valley.
This surprised Fain, who raised an eyebrow and then dug around with his fingers, saying, "Didn't I just fill it up for you? It's all absorbed so quickly?"
Upon hearing this, a wistful smile appeared on LeBlanc's lips.
As a person who is good at research, although LeBlanc felt a little uneasy about suddenly giving her first time to a man, as her thoughts gradually calmed down, she also discovered the effect of the happiness factor - especially as Fain's spiritual companion, how much the happiness factor from Fain would benefit her spiritual growth.
This made LeBlanc realize clearly that her efforts to please Fane weren't just about gaining his attention. Even if it was only for her own future, for her status as a being in the spiritual realm, she should actively seek and help Fane conquer those girls. That way, she could also gain more in the process, and steal more...
She didn't hide her thoughts; in fact, while contemplating them, LeBlanc consistently looked into Fane's eyes. Seeing that Fane showed no displeasure, and his smile even deepened, a smile also appeared on LeBlanc's face. She knew her master was pleased with her actions…
"Good boy."
As he spoke, Fain finished saturating Janna, then patted the panting Janna's bottom before turning to LeBlanc and saying, "Your turn."
Upon hearing this, LeBlanc licked her lips, then climbed onto Janna and stuck her buttocks high in the air.
122. Caitlin's Determination
Lying on the soft bed, Janna looked with some curiosity at LeBlanc, who was pressing down on her, her breasts heaving with each thrust of Fain.
There wasn't much hostility between them, because as fellow contractors of Faen, Janna, though nominally a collaborator, knew very well that in the spiritual realm, she was Faen's vassal. And Janna didn't believe she would lose anything by being Faen's vassal. On the contrary, as a being in the spiritual realm, Janna actually gained more from this contract.
It seems that Farn has gained the power to control the storm, but this power is clearly localized. Compared to the fundamental joy, it is insignificant.
In this situation, the mere fact that she could draw strength from happiness was enough to convince Janna to follow Faen as her master.
It was precisely because of this that Janna could sense that LeBlanc was also a member of Faen's familiar. Although she was of a lower level than Janna in terms of life status and relationship with Faen, she was still subordinate to Faen. Janna didn't have any particular sense of superiority or inferiority. She was simply curious as to why the person before her was acting so strangely.
Clearly, both body and mind are radiating an impulse of submission and indulgence, especially the flesh, which has been completely immersed in it... No, in human terms, it should be called depravity.
Looking down at LeBlanc's buttocks, perhaps even LeBlanc herself didn't realize that, under the effect of the Pleasure Mark, her body would make the most appropriate adjustments with each of Fain's thrusts, so that Fain could have the deepest experience.
Body and mind are interconnected and influence each other. The physical body is already like this, so the mind goes without saying. But Janna could sense a strong obsession deep within LeBlanc's mind, compelling her not to fall completely under Fane's control, forcing her to remember the hatred in her heart, rather than becoming a mere living toy.
Seemingly noticing Janna's gaze, LeBlanc's lips curled into a smile that crumbled amidst the continuous onslaught of pleasure.
Then, that graceful body landed directly on Janna's body. With Fan's thrusts, the two soft bodies rubbed against each other, their contrasting, sensual colliding, further arousing Fan, who was already deeply engrossed in the battle. Even without many words, Janna could clearly feel the force of Fan's thrusts.
"If the master is willing, then the master will not lack playthings." Lying on Janna's body, feeling Fain's pestle pounding against her flower garden, the protruding hard veins scraping against her tender flesh, the expansion of her soul and the stimulation of her body made LeBlanc tremble. Not to mention her body, even her pair of dark golden eyes became unfocused and blurred. She was like someone drowning in a love river filled with hallucinogens, her consciousness blurred.
Even so, LeBlanc calmly stated, "That's why I want my master to know that I'm unique..."