In Mary Geoise, there lived a World Noble who marched to the beat of his own drum.
He was not the type of aristocrat to ride atop a massive slave, using an air helmet to block out the “common air.” Nor did he ever participate in those cruel games designed to amuse themselves by torturing slaves.
He walked the great thoroughfares of the Holy Land, with no swarm of servants trailing behind him and no wailing “mounts” by his side.
His name was Saint Priapus Dio.
Priapus, once one of the twenty Creator Kings.
Yet, this great family name now saw its bloodline all but withered, leaving only him.
Saint Dio’s appearance was also singular.
His short, silver-white hair stood out sharply under the eternal sun of Mary Geoise, the strands unruly and slightly upturned.
He was tall—though not yet fourteen, he already stood nearly one hundred and eighty centimeters tall in this world where pirates and giants roamed.
His figure was straight and lean, possessing the unique sharpness of a young man.
He always carried a sword.
It had no ornate scabbard to enclose it; instead, it hung bare at his side, its ancient hilt gleaming in the sunlight.
On his too-young face, his expression held a stillness that completely belied his age.
Yet, this seemingly taciturn youth had caused a major incident in Mary Geoise years ago.
The details of that event, which was later strictly sealed, could no longer be verified, but its outcome was horrifying.
Three World Nobles were killed, over ten more were seriously injured, and countless slaves perished.
The stench of blood once permeated a corner of the Holy Land, alarming even the Five Elders who sat at the pinnacle of power, and even the “Lord” hidden behind the throne.
Ultimately, the incident ended with a gag order.
What all the World Nobles found even more unbelievable was that Saint Dio, the one who had caused such a tragedy, had not received any substantial punishment.
After this, Saint Dio became an unspeakable taboo in Mary Geoise, a living enigma.
On the surface, no one dared to mention that bloody incident again.
But in the shadows, all sorts of vicious rumors circulated among the World Nobles of Mary Geoise.
“Look at him, he doesn’t even have a decent slave.
He’s truly disgraced the Descendants of the Twenty Kings.” “Hmph, who knows if that scabbard-less sword of his is just for show?
Perhaps he’s ‘impotent’ in some ways, so he uses this method to bluff…” “The Five Elders are actually protecting him…
Could there be some secret about his ‘Priapus’ bloodline that we don’t know?” Saint Dio might have heard these malicious whispers, but he paid them no mind.
Why should he care about the speculations of swine?
He knew his own condition best.
Saying he was “impotent” in that regard?
This was likely the most absurd joke in Mary Geoise this year.
At this moment, within the vast bedchamber of the Priapus Family, a scene starkly different from the “reclusive and celibate” image circulated outside was unfolding behind heavy curtains.
The magnificent bed, large enough to accommodate ten people, was betraying its dignified and elegant design, creaking with a rhythmic and heavy swaying.
Each movement caused the silk draping from the bedposts to tremble slightly.
Upon the bed, a figure rose and fell like a rider on a wild horse.
His signature, dazzling white hair was dampened with sweat, a few strands clinging to his broad forehead and the hard lines of his neck.
This man was Saint Dio.
Pinned beneath him was a woman with vibrant short blonde hair.
Her features were exquisitely delicate, with a high-bridged nose and full lips.
Her once sky-blue eyes were now completely out of focus, rolled back to reveal only the blank whites.
The meticulously applied lipstick had long since smeared during their fierce, biting kisses, staining the corners of her petite mouth a decadent crimson.
“Oh…
hah…
ahh…” A long, swan-like moan escaped her parted cherry lips, mixing with saliva that trailed down her pointed chin and soaked the expensive velvet sheets beneath her neck in a dark stain.
Her hands clawed unconsciously at Saint Dio’s bulging muscles, leaving red welts across his back.
After what seemed like an eternity, the intense rhythm finally ceased.
Saint Dio rolled over, moving off the woman to lie flat on his back on the other side of the disheveled bed.
He sprawled out, limbs spread wide in a completely unguarded posture, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
Sweat traced a glistening sheen over his hard, defined abdominal muscles.
The blonde woman remained curled in her original spot, trembling like a butterfly broken by a storm, not yet fully awake from the overwhelming afterglow.
Only the sound of their intertwined breathing filled the bedchamber.
Saint Dio did not look at the woman beside him.
Instead, he stared blankly at the high ceiling, his mind drifting.
The reason he was different from other World Nobles was that his soul did not belong to this world.
Ever since he learned he had become a World Noble, Saint Dio had been plagued by a sense of crisis.
He dared not slacken for a single moment.
From the moment his young body could first coordinate its movements, he had begun to train himself.
While other World Noble children played with slaves and indulged in pleasure, Saint Dio poured out his sweat, honing his muscles and bones.
For he knew better than anyone that this was a world where strength was everything.
The so-called World Nobles were nothing more than a bunch of bastards enjoying the dividends of their ancestors, indulging in privilege and cruelty.
According to the “plot” he knew, the seemingly impenetrable rule of the World Nobles would eventually crumble before the tides of the era and the will of “D,” becoming the final villains swept into the dustbin of history.
If he indulged in the soul-corroding pleasures born to him, then one day in the future, he would surely be reduced to ashes along with the other World Nobles in the fires of revolution.
He refused to let that happen.
Having finally arrived in this world and become a World Noble who could do as he pleased, he had no intention of letting it end like that.
He would drink the strongest wine and play with the most beautiful women.
And all of this would require strength to sustain.
“Lord Saint Dio…” A soft, melodious call interrupted his thoughts.
He turned his head and met a pair of large eyes that had regained a measure of clarity.
It was a face as exquisitely beautiful as an antique European court doll.
Her skin was fair and delicate, with almost no visible pores.
Her large, round eyes were a pure lake blue, with long, curled lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings.
Her nose was small and straight, above a cherry-red mouth shaped like a petal.
Now slightly swollen from their recent intensity, it only added to her ravaged beauty.
Her golden, wavy short hair lay in a messy tangle on the pillow, a few strands clinging to her forehead and cheeks with sweat, making her small, palm-sized face look even more pitifully endearing.
Yet, this exquisitely youthful doll-like face belonged to an utterly unfair, voluptuous body.
She stood nearly one hundred and eighty centimeters tall, but in this world of pirates where giants and monsters often reached two or three meters, such a height was considered “loli” level.
Still, her proportions were enough to make any normal man’s blood boil.
Her waist was astonishingly thin, so slender it seemed two hands could clasp it completely.
Yet above it sat a pair of heavy, generous breasts, each the size of an adult man’s head, full and pert, wobbling as she slightly pushed herself up.
It was hard to imagine how her delicate frame supported such weight.
Gazing downward, her hips were nearly as wide as her shoulders, creating a perfect hourglass curve.
Her plump, snow-white thighs, covered in just the right amount of soft flesh, pressed together to form a tantalizing curve.
It was impossible not to imagine the exquisite sensation of having one’s waist locked in by such a pair of legs.
Yes, this is truly magnificent.
Saint Dio, who had already personally experienced that soul-stirring touch, silently gave her a top-tier appraisal.