Daziel couldn't afford to be careless, gripping the fire poker defensively.
Clang! Clang! Sparks showered as the fire poker met the sword aura, the metallic ring echoing.
Yanqing frowned, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face. He could feel the oppressive heat radiating from the point of contact, prickling his skin.
"Mr. Daziel," Yanqing questioned, a hint of bewilderment in his voice. "What exactly is that… thing? It looks like… a stick?"
Daziel's own mind raced with disbelief.
Could this thing really be this powerful?!
If it's this brutal against a kid, imagine wielding it against someone like… Jingliu, Ruan Mei, Herta… Ice-types…
The thought alone was terrifying.
Daziel fought while his mind wandered down increasingly lewd paths.
Confidence surging, Daziel abandoned evasion and launched a ferocious attack, swinging the now-burning fire poker. The heat radiating from the poker visibly warped the air.
Yanqing parried swiftly, but the flames latched onto his sword like a malignant growth, the heat searing his hand with a painful sting.
"Mr. Daziel! Forgive me! It seems I have no choice but to resort to… that move! 'Wind Returns, Heavenly Dreams!'" he roared, unleashing his ultimate technique – Heavenly Dreams!
A cascade of sword light, like a torrential waterfall, descended upon Daziel, engulfing him.
White filled Daziel's vision as countless sword lights rained down. Desperate, he swung the poker, a whirlwind of fire, trying to defend himself, but the sword aura still sliced through, leaving stings in its wake.
Instead of yielding, he felt a surge of defiant energy.
"Ha!" Daziel roared, pouring every ounce of his power into the fire poker.
He could feel the flames intensifying, radiating a heat that felt capable of incinerating anything.
With a primal yell, Daziel swung the fire poker, aiming for the heart of Yanqing's sword formation.
This was an enhanced Unreturning Flame Spear, reborn with a new, audacious name… The Fire Poker for Stabbing Ass!
BANG! The fire poker slammed into the sword formation with a deafening CRASH. The sword formation erupted in flames, the countless sword lights dissolving into embers.
Yanqing reeled back, his face paling at the force of the blow.
"How… how is this possible…" Yanqing stammered, staring at the fire poker in disbelief. He'd never seen a weapon so utterly bizarre.
Daziel pressed his advantage, swinging the fire poker again, bringing it crashing down on Yanqing's defenses.
Yanqing desperately tried to block with his sword, but the flames ignored the steel, the searing heat instantly engulfing him.
"Ugh!" He gasped, a cry of pain ripped from his throat. His flying swords spiraled wildly, losing control, and he was sent hurtling backwards, slamming into the wall with sickening force.
"Cough… cough…" Yanqing choked, clutching his chest, his breath ragged. He struggled to his feet, the burning agony of the flames still searing him.
Daziel stood over him, fire poker resting casually on his shoulder, a cold gaze fixed on Yanqing, maintaining the facade of Kafka's control.
"Cough," Yanqing wheezed, "Mr. Daziel… truly powerful. Losing to you is no shame… but that damned thief is truly evil…"
Yanqing gritted his teeth, frustration warring with the undeniable truth of his defeat. He could only bow his head.
"See you later, little brother," Kafka purred, her voice laced with amusement.
Kafka exhaled, relief washing over her. She turned to Daziel, her voice softening. "Daziel, thank you. If it weren't for you, Blade and I would be at the mercy of that 'little brother,' locked away in the Ghost Prison."
"Though Sampo and Silver Wolf would undoubtedly have come to our rescue, Blade would have been badly hurt, and our relationship with the Xianzhou… fractured beyond repair. If possible, I desperately wanted to avoid that outcome. I truly had no other choice than to…"
Her gaze softened, a complex swirl of emotions flickering in her eyes as they settled on Daziel's face. Her voice, though soft, carried a subtle undercurrent of… calculation. "Daziel… controlling you twice now… do you resent me for it?"
Daziel lowered his head, considering her question for a moment. Then, slowly, he shook his head. His voice, when he spoke, was quiet, but firm. "I would have… before. But not now."
"That's… good." Kafka sighed, a visible wave of relief washing over her, her tense shoulders visibly relaxing as if a heavy weight had been lifted.
The corners of her mouth quirked upwards, a faint smile touching her lips, and genuine relief softening her eyes.
"Now," Daziel asked, his voice still quiet, "can we continue our truth game?" He still had questions burning within him…
"I didn't expect you were still thinking about that," Kafka admitted, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. Then, a playful wink replaced it. "Of course. What burns in your curious little mind?"
Daziel's voice dropped, deepening with a sudden intensity. "Elio's prophecy. Tell me everything."
Kafka's playful smile vanished, replaced by a sudden seriousness. She rested her chin on her hand, considering him. "You truly want to know this, Daziel?"
"Absolutely. And truth only, this round, don't forget!" Daziel's tone brooked no argument. He spoke with an air of unquestionable authority.
"Okay, okay," Kafka conceded with a helpless smile, then her expression hardened into grim seriousness. She met Daziel's gaze directly, her voice dropping to a solemn whisper. "Listen to me, Daziel. What I'm about to tell you is… important. Listen carefully."
Daziel frowned, leaning forward slightly. "Tell me. I'm all ears."
Kafka took a deep breath, the air leaving her lungs in a slow, measured exhale. Then, her voice, now low and resonant, filled the space. "Elio glimpsed a ripple in the threads of fate – a variation. When the tide of… 'lewdness' engulfs the Amber Era in 2158, even the dying embers of 'Destruction' and the swarms of 'Propagation' will tremble in the shadows."
"The path of destiny… it's entangled with you. The starlight blazing in the eyes of… those girls. The memories… drifting like mist through their hair. The… imaginary ripples that bloom when you touch their palms… those are the keys to restarting the stars."
"But… don't panic, alright? Even the… 'slaves of fate' – they can't see through the… reflection you project. But he bets you'll figure it out. Sooner or later… Every time your heart… resonates with theirs… the cracks in the galaxy… they're quietly… closing."
Her voice was low and resonant, each word hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. It felt like a hammer blow, each syllable striking Daziel's heart.
"Wait… wait a minute." Daziel sputtered, a bewildered grin spreading across his face. "What kind of riddle is that? That's… a bit much, isn't it?" He felt utterly overwhelmed.
It sounded utterly insane. But… it was structured like the Penacony prophecy. This had to be Elio's prophecy…
"Mommy, mommy," Daziel mumbled, a touch of childlike bewilderment in his voice. "Elio's prophecy… it sounds very… important. But is there a… simpler way to say it? Just so I can… understand?"
"Yes, my child, yes," Kafka sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes with exaggerated exasperation. She spread her hands wide in mock surrender. "The world… it's about to end. And you? You need to… have more sex with women. That's your… chance to save it. Just use the… big rod you just used on that brat. Understand… now?"
"Now I understand!" Daziel exclaimed, nodding with sudden, wide-eyed clarity.
"So. You understand now, right? The reason I wanted you to make your… 'own decision' back there? It's all for this. You can't fight this, Daziel. Not anymore. Just… think of it as… saving lives. Think of it as saving everyone." Kafka's gaze softened, pleading in her eyes, as if she was genuinely seeking his acceptance.
"I… I understand," Daziel stammered, hesitant. Elio's prophecy… it could be nonsense, right? And who knew what the system had… done to it. But…
He just… hadn't expected it to be this. This… outrageous. This… ludicrous. This… lewd. This… sex. Saving the world… through sex? His mind reeled, a chaotic tangle of disbelief and… something else. His thoughts spun, a threadbare mess he couldn't even begin to unravel.
"Don't hesitate, Daziel. Not anymore. Especially not when it comes to women. From now on, you… do whatever you need to do. And don't worry about me. I wouldn't mind a few more daughters-in-law." Kafka's voice, despite its light tone, held an undercurrent of steel. "I know you're… 'kind' Daziel. And 'upright.' Maybe… maybe some of those girls won't exactly… volunteer. But when it's necessary? You… might need to… encourage them. Persuade them. Take… 'coercive measures', if you must."
"Daziel… didn't you always want to be a savior? Well? Now? Maybe… maybe you'll be an 'evil' one. But still a savior. Just… think of it as… for the good of the world, okay?"
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