Su Feng sat in his study and opened a book titled A New Edition of the Land of Elements.
This book, compiled by many powerful beings, offered a simplified overview of the basic structure of this world. The first page mentioned that when this world was born and all things first appeared, many powerful ancient races ruled the Land of Elements together. At that time, there was no distinction between land and sky; the world was in a state of chaos. The ancient races walked through the wilderness and fought for survival within the chaos. This lifestyle continued until the friction between the races reached its peak, at which point the ancient races suddenly obtained seeds of the World Tree. Overjoyed, they planted the World Tree seeds into the abyss.
Thus, the World Tree extended from the depths of the abyss. As its canopy, which blocked out the sky, unfurled, it formed distinct, non-interfering continents. The ancient races climbed along the trunk to the canopy, declared a truce, and began to recuperate.
If this were the true history of this world, then the place he had lived in for so long was actually the canopy of a giant tree.
Su Feng was shocked by such a fantastical fact. But if the ancient races had found their own respective World Trees and lived on them without interfering with one another, shouldn’t this world be less dangerous? Yet, when Su Feng read Supreme Lord, the main gods of those races were practically tearing each other’s skulls off.
Su Feng turned the page, and then he fell silent.
Because the ancient races, having just declared a truce, started feeling restless after a period of recuperation and began a civil war. When the main gods of each race realized something was wrong, they immediately stopped the civil war and turned their aggression toward other races. They argued, “Look, the World Tree is a blessing bestowed upon us by ■■■■. We must make the World Tree flourish so that their continents will also be resource-rich and the soil fertile, right?”
A sudden, ominous premonition arose in Su Feng’s heart.
And so, to compete for more resources, the divine war between the World Trees began.
The ancient races who had just ceased fighting began slaughtering each other again, leaving blood everywhere and corpses covering the wilderness. This war lasted for hundreds of years until the most powerful among the ancient races, the Fate Race, became the true overlords in the divine war. The blood-soaked war that had stained the sky red finally came to an end. Moths’ wings, which blocked the sun and moon, replaced the rotation of the heavens; they became the rulers of the World Trees, as well as tyrants wearing crowns and reigning over the world.
The Fate Race was not born with crowns. The crowns atop their heads were honors that were naturally bestowed upon them when they became the overlords ruling everything. However, this rule only lasted for a few hundred years. A civil war erupted within the Fate Race, which had placed its throne at the pinnacle of all things, and after that, a destruction far crueler than civil war arrived quietly. The number of the Fate Race was too small.
Su Feng paused slightly, and then his gaze fell upon Murphy.
The prototype of the “Dragon Proud Heaven” protagonist was a large, fat, fluffy, and soft moth.
He was perhaps the last surviving descendant of the Fate Race in this world. In the original novel, almost no one had seen Murphy’s true form, so no one knew that he was the overlord who had once ruled the continents.
An overlord.
Was he an overlord who sat on the canopy with a group of chubby, round, multicolored large moths, flapping their wings, scratching their butts with furry claws, wearing little crowns, buzzing and scattering scales, and then receiving the worship of others with a profound expression?
Imagining such a scene, where everyone walked up and knelt before the moth on the throne, saying, “Ah, great master, your wings are so soft and dazzling, your body so mighty and strong; you are the greatest of all ancient races, the great Fate Moth, we praise you!”
Amidst the worship of the gods, the Fate Moth, who held the destiny of all continents in the Land of Elements, would flap his wings, “buzz” an order for them to retreat, and then fly away fuzzily.
For some reason, Su Feng felt like laughing.
He suppressed his laughter and continued reading, only to find a huge gap in the records regarding the Fate Race. It was as if no one knew where this former overlord had gone or why it had been destroyed. Even Su Feng, the reader, was unclear.
After all, he had dropped the book early.
Su Feng recalled for a moment and realized that he had dropped the book about one-third of the way through the serialization of Supreme Lord. At that time, the Saint, hailed as the “Great Savior,” had just appeared. He was the character Su Feng liked the most in Supreme Lord because when the Saint first appeared, his popularity, identity, and status predicted he would be Murphy’s only nemesis and seemed to be Murphy’s most troublesome enemy. He was not only the long-awaited savior of the Holy Temple but also the rival of the Child of Destiny recorded on the Scroll of Fate.
The Scroll of Fate recorded the future of the main gods and the destiny and future of various races, but this was the deepest foreshadowing hidden in Supreme Lord. Su Feng only remembered that the early stage revealed the fate of one main god: the Tree of Life, which gave birth to the Elven race, would be shot to death by the elves it had birthed itself.
The elven arrows would destroy its body and take its divine core, which made the Tree of Life panic so much that it almost went insane.
Thus, the Tree of Life thought of a good idea.
It transformed its own divine office and fell into the Tree of Procreation, and almost entirely converted the entire Elf race into Dark Elves. In this way, the Elf race ceased to exist, so it would neither need to kill its own children nor be separated from them forever.
The Elf race split, and those who refused to be converted into Dark Elves disappeared without a trace. The Tree of Procreation moved to the Eternal Dark Continent with the Dark Elves. There, its offspring lived a life of indulgence in the morning and revelry in the afternoon, addicted to pleasure. The originally cool, pure, and beautiful race thus turned into a chaotic, depraved tribe.
Su Feng fell silent.
Because when he thought of the Dark Elves, he remembered when he was reading Supreme Lord, Murphy accidentally arrived at the Eternal Dark Continent and met two arrogant nobles who were aloof and dismissive of everyone. Murphy was initially fooled by their appearance until one day, Murphy heard one of the nobles (male) say to the other companion (female), “Hey, I think that guy looks pretty good. Shall we play with him together?”
Murphy fell silent.
The provoked “Dragon Proud Heaven” seemed to have been angered to the point of laughter. How could Murphy stand this? He unhesitatingly tore off his facade with the two nobles. The two Dark Elves dropped their disguises; they followed the orders of the Tree of Procreation to carry out tasks while indulging along the way, sharing interesting prey with companions. The Dark Elves were such beings; they obeyed desire, worshipped power, and served the Tree of Procreation as their main god. Under the rule of the already insane Tree of Procreation, the moral compass of the entire Dark Elf race could only be described as negative.
Murphy did not want to play with them. Although Su Feng often complained that Murphy had a bad personality, was inherently evil, and was selfish, as a protagonist in a web novel, “Dragon Proud Heaven” actually had a rare local tradition: he was devoted to his partner.
So, before finding a partner, Murphy lived a life of celibacy, or perhaps, such desires were not important to him. Killing one powerful opponent after another, turning them into his servants, and destroying their consciousness might have brought Murphy more pleasure in conquest.
The two Dark Elves were eventually controlled by Murphy and became his servants, but they still could not suppress their nature. They did not dare seduce Murphy, but they went around flirtatiously, causing a lot of trouble. The final outcome of not obeying orders was to be turned into experimental subjects by the ruthless “Dragon Proud Heaven.”
Su Feng sighed softly.
He was not lamenting anything else; he just suddenly remembered something: after awakening his innate talent, “Dragon Proud Heaven” would be randomly teleported to a corner of the Eternal Dark Continent, where he would begin his path of defying the heavens.
Because the Dawn Continent was the territory of the Human race, where the Holy Temple was the absolute master. A tumor like the Messenger of Filth might dominate one side and do evil in the Eternal Dark Continent, but in the Dawn Continent, Lanna could only huddle in his Mage Tower. When he finally came out of the tower to avenge his disciple, he was slapped to death by the leader.
So for Murphy, the environment of the Dawn Continent did not suit him. Thus, “Dragon Proud Heaven” was transferred to the Eternal Dark Continent by his innate talent. In that chaotic continent, the Human race could only hold onto a corner; Spirit-Contracting Black Mages could walk in the sunlight without restraint, harvesting nightmares and souls; kindness was twisted into a synonym for stupidity; wild dogs on the roadside would gnaw on the corpses of travelers; bullies in the city were everywhere. Only the evil could become the rulers of the evil, ascend the throne, and overlook everything.
There, Murphy would shine, gain his servants and encounters. That would be the best “evil land” for his development. A jerk like Murphy was practically a “local among locals” in the Eternal Dark Continent.
The Dawn Continent did not suit Murphy; it was too peaceful here.
Su Feng’s eyes flickered.
He could not leave Murphy. At least, before his Magic-Immune physique was completely resolved, he could not let “Dragon Proud Heaven” leave.
But as a Messenger of Calamity, the Holy Temple would eventually discover Murphy’s tracks one day. Murphy could not be trapped; he would eventually go to the Eternal Dark Continent. This was a fate no one could stop.
Su Feng could certainly restrict Murphy’s development temporarily, such as breaking his legs, imprisoning him, or limiting him, but in that case, the relationship that was currently still peaceful would immediately distort. Su Feng would be fiercely retaliated against by Murphy; by then, he would truly be in big trouble.
Moreover, Su Feng could not bring himself to do such a thing. He had to think of another way.
He spent an entire day and night thinking.
The good news was that Su Feng read the alchemy manuals and potion records in the library and learned a lot of new knowledge.
The bad news was that he could not think of any way to solve the problem. He could not just say to Murphy, “Hey, when are you going to the Eternal Dark Continent? Remember to pull me with you; let’s get ready before we set off.”
Su Feng felt bitter inside.
But based on his understanding of the original novel, the plot of Murphy going to the Eternal Dark Continent happened after he broke through his realm, advancing from an Intermediate Mage to a Magic Master. When the magic power filled in Murphy’s consciousness sea reached a certain height and was enough to awaken the inheritance in his brain, Murphy would learn of his true identity as a Fate Moth and leave the Dawn Continent.
So there was still time, Su Feng thought. “Dragon Proud Heaven” had just changed jobs to become a Messenger of Calamity; he had not even learned the Soul-Seizing Canon yet, and he had almost blown up the laboratory just now.
He could not possibly become a Magic Master overnight, could he? Su Feng thought, that would be too ridiculous.
The butler knocked on the study door, and the fragrance of black tea drifted in. Su Feng stared at the black tea in front of him. Just at this moment, Murphy’s gaze also fell on the fragrant black tea. The atmosphere in the study was quiet. Su Feng coughed and very naturally pushed the black tea to Murphy. He said, “You have been in the study all day. Have you made any progress in your understanding of magic power?”
Murphy smiled, and the black-blue cup looked a size smaller in his hands. Under the light, the black tea in the cup showed a very vivid red color, and slight ripples swayed from within. Murphy smelled the fragrance and said, “Thanks to your guidance, I have made further progress in my attainments in magic power.”
“Mm, it’s good that you know,” Su Feng said. “You have also stayed in Blackthorn City for a while. How do you feel about this place?”
Su Feng asked, “Do you want to go out for a walk?”
Murphy’s movements paused. He said, “Eldest Young Master, are you trying to drive me away?”
“No, why would you think that?” Su Feng looked at him suspiciously. “I just wanted to know how you like staying in Blackthorn City? If you have any intention of leaving, you should tell me in advance.”
Murphy brought the teacup to his lips. The liquid in the cup was dark red, like blood. His skin was excessively white, his purple eyes excessively bewitching, and his black hair excessively dark. When someone with such an appearance drank the liquid in the cup little by little, Su Feng suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he were witnessing a vampire drinking a pot of fresh blood.
“No,” Murphy said. His expression was very gentle as he stared at Su Feng. “I still want something. Before I get that thing, I will not leave.”
After saying this, his eyes suddenly dimmed a bit. The man frowned slightly, touched his forehead, and then suddenly fell backward. Within just a few seconds, Murphy passed out, a large figure collapsing on the chair, his brow still slightly furrowed.
“Hey.” Su Feng tentatively called out to him. He certainly knew the effect of the potion, as he had made it himself. The stock in the warehouse had long been used up. Now that Su Feng had learned the method of making the sleep potion, the first thing he had to do was drug this big fat moth.
But he was still a little unsure about his potion. Su Feng leaned into his ear and said, “If you do not wake up, I am going to pinch your face.”
Murphy was still sleeping very soundly, with no intention of waking up.
After pondering for a moment, Su Feng reached out and pinched Murphy’s face.
It was soft.
He used some strength and stretched Murphy’s face outward.
“Dragon Proud Heaven’s” features were as picturesque as a painting, with a strand of black hair falling by his lips, carrying a silent temptation. Su Feng’s eyes flickered. He needed “Affection Points,” but even knowing this, to him, sitting on another man’s lap and kissing him was still a thing that required hesitation.
Until now, he did not dare let Murphy discover this.
And…
Su Feng’s fist tightened slowly. For some reason, after coming into contact with Murphy many times, whenever he went to kiss him again, he felt an uncontrollable sense of comfort. It was as if every inch of Su Feng’s skin was revealing a sense of satisfaction when he was lips-to-teeth with the man and holding him tightly. At first, it was just some signs, but later, Su Feng had set a time to only kiss for five minutes. But after five minutes, he found that he was still reluctant to leave, and after five minutes, there was another minute.
The power of luck on Murphy seemed to exude a temptation that made Su Feng unable to stop his craving. He hated this feeling of being out of control, and he disliked hugging another man to kiss him even more, and being unable to refrain from wanting more.
Su Feng sensed danger.
If this continued, he did not know what he would become. It was as if every contact with Murphy deepened this desire.
Su Feng stepped back. Thinking of the potion not yet made in the laboratory, as well as the Luck Value and Magic-Immune physique needed to break through to Sword Master, he hesitantly stepped forward again.
A moment later, Murphy’s lips felt soft. It was Su Feng who had pressed the pocket watch. As the time hand slid, five minutes passed in a flash. Su Feng first stood on the side to kiss Murphy, trying his best to restrain himself. He felt a hint of apology toward Murphy. If Murphy knew what had happened during this time, he might be slapped to death by “Dragon Proud Heaven.”
But later, at the moment of skin contact, Su Feng held Murphy’s hand. Murphy’s palm was icy cold, just enough to wrap around his fingers. A look of indulgence slowly appeared on Su Feng’s handsome face. He lowered his eyes, sat on the man’s lap, and uncontrollably grabbed Murphy’s hair, pressing his head down to kiss him forcefully.
Very comfortable…
His features were deep and handsome. He used his teeth to slightly bite Murphy’s lip with some force and ground it with his canine teeth. After Su Feng realized what he had done, the ticking of the clock seemed to ring in his ears. The man suddenly came to his senses, a look of disbelief in his eyes. Su Feng jumped off Murphy’s lap. He checked the time in a panic and found that a full eight minutes had passed.
How is this possible?
Su Feng thought, there is a problem; this must be a problem!
Su Feng grabbed his hair. His dark red lips became deeper due to the kissing, stained with a layer of water. He stood still, struggling for a long time, before stopping the clock and running away without looking back at the Luck Value he had just collected.
Murphy lay quietly on the chair like a Sleeping Beauty abandoned in place, but his brow slowly relaxed.
Su Feng said to the system, “This is not right! Why, why do I always have strange feelings every time I kiss him?”
The system said, 【What kind of feeling?】
Su Feng replied, “It’s a very comfortable feeling…” Su Feng realized, and he said, “You? Do you know something? What is going on?”
The system said, 【If it has caused you trouble, I am sorry, but this is not a problem with the simulation. Perhaps, the problem lies in the Blood Pact and the Master-Servant Contract. You are his master, he is your servant; the more intimate you are, the deeper the Blood Pact connects… This may not be a bad thing. It means the relationship between you is closer.】
“No, the relationship between him and me should not be brought closer in this way!” Su Feng said. “What on earth is this Blood Pact? I want to find a way to break it!”
The system said, 【Don’t be nervous. The Blood Pact can certainly be broken, but maintaining the Blood Pact is better for you right now.】
Su Feng certainly knew this, but he still could not accept it. Looking at his appearance, the system could not help but comfort him, 【Why can’t you accept it? You are just doing it for the mission. If you feel guilty about him, then compensate him in other ways.】
【He is Murphy, not someone else. You just need to maintain an intimate relationship with him.】 The system persuaded him. Su Feng frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but as the system said, he only needed to have contact with Murphy. If it were someone else, Su Feng might really not be able to imagine it, nor could he accept it.
But… why was it okay if it was Murphy? Su Feng came back to his senses, realized this, but became confused again.
The system smiled and said, 【Don’t overthink it, and besides, aren’t you also very…】
The system’s words trailed off halfway. Another voice entered Su Feng’s ears. He raised his face and saw Cecilia’s study open in his direction. The city lord with purple hair was sitting in the main seat, his jade-like fingers gently picking up an exquisite box, from which he took out a beautiful brooch.
A bright red luster flashed by. Cecilia looked at the jewelry in his hand, a faint, imperceptible smile on his face. Then, under Su Feng’s gaze, Cecilia took the brooch without hesitation and put it away.
The black clothes swept through the air. Su Feng walked into the study, a hint of displeasure on his expression, his gaze sharp as he looked at the person in front of him—his father.
Su Feng said, “That is mine.”
Cecilia replied without raising his head, “No, this is mine.” The man smiled meaningfully, “Everything he has belongs only to me.”
“My dear child, I heard you did not attend the banquet.” Cecilia folded his hands, looking at his son who was already an adult. He said, “That is a real pity. I had prepared many surprises for you, but… you chose another path after all.”
“I do not think the things you prepared will be what I like,” Su Feng said. “Where have you been these years? Forget it, pretend I did not ask.” Su Feng answered his own question. He was too lazy to even pursue Cecilia’s whereabouts, instead asking about someone else, “Where did the leader go? What did you do to him?”
Cecilia rested his elbows on the table, the jewelry in his hair shining brightly. He said, “My grown-up child wants to care for his mother, to protect your mom.”
His other hand tapped on the table lightly, the smile on his face still elegant, “You should call him Mother.”
Su Feng said, “I know how to address him.”
Cecilia said, “No, you should call him that. After all, if it were not for him, you would not even appear in this world.” Cecilia added, “But you do not have to worry about his whereabouts. I did not do anything to him.”
Su Feng’s eyes were full of distrust. Cecilia could not help but laugh, “You think I would force him to stay, imprison him? Lock him in a room and play with him day and night…”
Su Feng interrupted, “Enough, stop.”
Cecilia paused and said, “For more than 20 years, he has been wandering freely, avoiding me and living in his own world, which makes me very sad.”
“But I cannot do anything to him either.” Cecilia was clearly smiling, but the expression on his face was like an arrogant giant dragon, baring its fangs, smiling with a sense of danger. He said, “After all, this is the vow he made.”
“Give me liberty or give me death,” Cecilia said. “If I take away his freedom, he will use my most precious thing to threaten me.”