March 7th had been idly fiddling with her camera out of boredom. Hearing the announcement, she instantly sprang up from the sofa like a coiled spring. Her previously languid and casual expression was immediately replaced by excitement and anticipation. "Daziel, it's your turn to go on!"
She grabbed Daziel's arm, practically yanking him off the sofa, eagerly pushing him towards the arena. "For Belobog! For the Trailblaze belief! You absolutely have to screw them all... I mean, defeat them all!" March 7th's voice was clear and bright. Those two words took a detour on her tongue, ultimately opting for the relatively euphemistic version as she playfully stuck out her tongue.
"I'm the one competing, why do you seem even more excited than me?" Daziel looked at March 7th, a helpless yet doting curve playing on his lips.
Hearing this, March 7th looked greatly wronged, muttering defensively, "I've been with you this whole way! Now that we're finally at the end, what's wrong with me getting excited?! Can't I?" She put her hands on her hips, looking completely justified, but the slight upward tilt of her lips betrayed her true feelings.
Warmth spread through Daziel's heart. He raised his hand and gently stroked March 7th's pink hair. "Don't worry, Little March." His voice was calm as he slowly delivered his pre-battle victory declaration.
"I will win!"
"Jinx!" Upon hearing this, March 7th's brow furrowed slightly, and she complained softly, "Don't think I don't understand this. Why are you saying such unlucky things?" She reached out and patted Daziel's shoulder lightly, as if reminding him to watch his words, or perhaps cheering him on in her own way, dispelling the so-called 'unluckiness'.
Bronya walked up to Daziel, her silver-grey eyes holding a serious look mixed with complex, hard-to-describe emotions. "Mr. Daziel, if Belobog's crisis can truly be resolved smoothly this time..." She paused, seeming to find the next words difficult to utter, a faint blush appearing on her delicate cheeks.
After pausing for a moment, Bronya finally mustered the courage to say the words, "Do that kind of thing with me! Otherwise, I really don't know how else to repay you for everything you've done for Belobog." Her voice was very soft, yet it clearly reached Daziel's ears, carrying an indescribable shyness and anticipation.
Hearing this, Daziel's mouth twitched slightly. He quickly waved his hands, saying somewhat flusteredly, "There's no need, no need, Great Guardian. Really, you don't have to."
But Bronya shook her head, her tone firm. "Seele did it too, so it's only right to include me. The two of us... should have shared joys and sorrows from the start, bearing everything together. There's no reason to leave anyone out." She explained seriously, as if discussing an extremely grave matter, but the content of her words made Daziel's scalp tingle.
The Great Guardian isn't joking!
Herta's puppet watched this slightly strange yet amusing scene with keen interest, her lips curving slightly. "Alright, stop bickering. The match is about to start. Daziel, you should get going," she urged with a light chuckle, her tone casual.
March 7th also nodded repeatedly. "Yeah, Daziel, hurry up! We should head to the spectator seats too."
The group walked out of the room together. The heavy soundproof door was slowly pulled open, and the deafening roar of the venue instantly flooded their ears, engulfing them like a tidal wave.
What a lively scene!
In the corridor, Interastral Peace Corporation guards had already been waiting for some time. Seeing Daziel, the leading guard immediately stepped forward and asked respectfully, "The match is about to begin. Would you like to enter the arena now?"
"Yes, entering now." Daziel nodded, his tone concise.
"No problem. Please take the elevator down from here to reach the competition grounds." The guard immediately stepped aside, clearing the path while gesturing towards the nearby elevator.
Daziel walked towards the elevator. The metallic cabin descended slowly, the surrounding scenery changing with it.
When the elevator doors opened again, dazzling light instantly filled Daziel's vision, and a deafening wave of cheers rushed towards him. A massive circular arena came into view, surrounded by densely packed spectator seats, teeming with people – incredibly bustling.
Amidst this deafening clamor, a clear and familiar voice pierced through the crowd, accurately reaching Daziel's ears, filled with irrepressible excitement and emotion. "Daziel! Over here! Here!"
Daziel followed the voice and saw March 7th standing in the front row of the spectator seats, waving her arms, her pink hair tracing lively arcs in the air. Beside her were Bronya and Herta. Serval and Pela were also standing next to them, watching Daziel with enthusiasm.
Serval, already accustomed to this kind of intense atmosphere, couldn't contain her excitement and shouted at the top of her lungs— "Go for it! Little brother with the big baseball bat!"
Just then, the venue announcer's voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the noisy crowd, clearly audible to everyone—
"Oh my, oh my! Making his grand entrance under the watchful eyes of the masses is none other than the hottest favorite for champion in this Star RailAetherium Wars Finals Festival, Contestant Daziel!" The announcer's voice was slightly exaggerated but successfully drew the entire venue's attention to Daziel.
Daziel shifted his arms somewhat unnaturally. He was clearly wearing his usual jacket, how was this a 'grand entrance in gorgeous attire'?
"However, the opponent he faces today will definitely not be an ordinary contestant." The announcer's voice suddenly paused, the previously playful tone instantly turning serious. "We hereby solemnly announce to all our enthusiastic audience members that, to increase the entertainment value and excitement of this Aetherium Wars Finals Festival, we have decided at the last minute to adopt a brand-new mechanism!"
The announcer's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sense of sacred solemnity. "The Heavenly King Battle!"
These three words exploded like a bombshell in the arena, instantly igniting the passion of the entire audience.
"To challenge the ultimate championship throne, our hottest candidate, Mr. Daziel, must first defeat the Four Heavenly Kings, carefully selected through layers of elimination from the brutal preliminary rounds!"
As the announcer's voice fell, the entire venue erupted in gasps, discussions boiling like water.
Standing on the stage, Daziel listened to the announcement and couldn't help but complain internally. The organizers aren't even pretending anymore, huh? Fighting the Four Heavenly Kings before the final champion? The feeling of a stitched-together trope is way too blatant! Wait, I think the original story also had four opponents, just not stated this directly... And it's hard not to suspect how much 'padding' went into selecting these so-called meticulously screened Four Heavenly Kings.
Although he was complaining wildly inside, Daziel's face remained calm as water. His gaze swept around, taking in the enthusiasm of the entire audience.
In the center of the arena, the lights converged, illuminating Daziel's figure with exceptional clarity. The entire venue instantly erupted in thunderous cheers and applause.
Daziel waved appropriately in response, even striking what he considered a very cool pose with considerable narcissism, triggering another round of screams from the spectator seats.
The venue announcer's impassioned voice echoed through the arena once more, each word like a heavy hammer striking the audience's hearts, pushing the atmosphere to a new peak.
"Next up, the match about to unfold will feature the star everyone is watching, the most dazzling dark horse, Contestant Daziel, versus— Natasha, known as the 'Old Hag Heavenly King'!" The announcer deliberately emphasized the title, stressing, "The Heavenly King title was enthusiastically voted for by passionate Star Net netizens, completely based on excerpt the highest-liked comments. And the originator of this highly creative title is none other than—— an enthusiastic netizen who wishes to remain anonymous, Hook!"
The spotlight suddenly converged, and Natasha's figure appeared at the arena entrance. She walked elegantly onto the field. Initially, Natasha's signature doctor's smile was still on her lips. Only when the words "Old Hag Heavenly King" reached her ears did the smile clearly stiffen for a moment.
Natasha walked up to Daziel, her gentle smile now gone, replaced by a teeth-gritting expression. She lowered her voice and said to Daziel, "My apologies, Mr. Daziel, for letting you see this. That child Hook... perhaps after we go back, I really need to show her what a true 'old hag' is." Neither of them wore microphones, and Natasha had deliberately lowered her voice, so only they could hear each other.
Daziel shook his head slightly, indicating he didn't mind such trivial details. "It's alright, Ms. Natasha. You'll only be using this Heavenly King title once anyway."
Hearing this, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. She tried hard to calm her inner emotions and put on her professional smile again.
The venue announcer chimed in timely, like a dutiful narrator, interrupting their conversation. "Alright, dear audience members, the exciting moment has arrived! Without further ado, I now declare the match... begins immediately!"
Accompanied by the announcer's powerful voice, two gleaming metallic Aether Coins were simultaneously tossed into the air by both contestants. Under the dazzling lights of the arena, they traced two graceful arcs before landing steadily back in their respective palms...
In the spectator seats outside, countless eyes focused on the stage, anticipating an evenly matched, fierce battle. They might have expected intense physical combat between Aether Spirits, or perhaps a dazzling exchange of skills.
However, when Daziel slowly raised his hand, and a profound, bone-chilling aura began to permeate the arena, everyone realized their previous assumptions were too shallow, too insignificant.
The silhouette of a tall woman slowly materialized. She was surrounded by biting white frost. In just an instant, the very air around the arena seemed to freeze.
"The Mother of Deception..." a Belobog native gasped, their voice filled with uncontrollable shock.
The colossal being, over ten meters tall, descended upon the arena with suffocating pressure. Merely standing there, it felt capable of freezing souls, inspiring awe and fear from the depths of one's heart.
After a brief silence, the entire audience erupted like ignited dynamite, boiling over completely! Gasps, screams, discussions flooded the entire arena like a breached dam.
Natasha, of course, also recognized the origin of the Aether Spirit before her. Faced with this sudden turn of events, her professional smile finally vanished, replaced by a trace of gravity. She took a deep breath, quickly adjusted her mindset, trying to find a countermeasure.
However, cruel reality didn't give her much time to think.
With a simple gesture from Daziel, the Mother of Deception silently chanted a spell, and a terrifying torrent of frost erupted instantly! Countless icy blue lights condensed around her, transforming into innumerable ice lances, each like the sharpest javelin, gleaming with heart-stopping coldness, sweeping towards Natasha!
The battle erupted in an instant, but it also ended with extraordinary speed. In just one minute, Natasha's Aether Spirit looked precarious under the Mother of Deception's assault.
It couldn't be helped. Natasha severely lacked combat experience. Her life's focus had always been on medicine. She was almost clueless about Aether Spirit battles, which required intuition and spirituality. Although company employees had given her several days of cram training specifically for this Heavenly King battle, stuffing her with theoretical knowledge and combat techniques, it was futile.
While the Aether Spirit provided to her by the company was specially supplied and had decent stats, it wasn't overpowered. Naturally, it couldn't contend with the Mother of Deception. An insurmountable gap existed between the two from the start; they weren't even in the same league.
Natasha tried her best to command and counterattack, but faced with absolute power disparity, all struggles seemed pale and useless.
Finally, Natasha sighed helplessly and gave up resisting. She stepped back gracefully and nodded slightly at Daziel. "I lose, Daziel." Her tone held a hint of relief.
Daziel nodded back in return, his voice calm and respectful. "Thank you for the match."
The venue announcer's voice sounded again, tinged with obvious shock and a hint of embarrassment. "That was truly... a heart-stopping match! Contestant Daziel's Aether Spirit is simply too... too terrifying! I hadn't even had time to give detailed commentary before the battle... just ended, ahem." The announcer cleared his throat, trying to cover up his lapse. "Alright, will the two contestants please proceed to the specially prepared rest area for a short break. Next up, let's move on to an exciting commercial break—"
On the giant electronic screen, the image suddenly changed. The intense battle scene vanished instantly, replaced by an incredibly eye-catching logo for a condom brand. Immediately following, powerful music surged into the eardrums like an electric current, and an advertisement filled with suggestive undertones unexpectedly appeared before everyone's eyes.
"Trailblazing can be wild, but protection must be thorough!" The slogan was concise and powerful, the voiceover magnetic.
"Utilizing the same probability algorithm as the company's Tech R&D Department, 99.9999% risk isolation!" Exaggerated special effects and data streams flashed rapidly across the screen, creating an atmosphere of high technology and reliability.
"Ready? Let's start a round!" The slogan carried a teasing tone. The screen froze on a muscular man pulling a voluptuous, sexy woman into a room before the door slammed shut.
In the arena, the audience paused for a moment, then burst into even louder laughter and whistles. The tense atmosphere of the battle was instantly dispersed by this sudden advertisement, replaced by a relaxed and suggestive mood.
Standing on the stage, Daziel watched the advertisement on the screen, his mouth twitching slightly. This company's advertising is really... uniquely creative.
Just then, Daziel heard someone calling him. "Daziel!"
Daziel turned and saw Natasha smiling charmingly, beckoning him over with a slight wiggle of her finger, her posture languid and inviting. "What are you still waiting for?" Natasha's voice held a touch of allure. "The mid-match break time left for you isn't very long, you know."
Daziel understood immediately and nodded slightly. "Understood. Let's go!" He strode towards Natasha.
Natasha glanced back at the giant electronic screen behind her. The suggestive condom advertisement was still looping, the images assaulting the eyes. She said meaningfully, "It's about time we... started a round too..."
There was only one corridor leading to the rest room. The construction material seemed to have soundproofing effects, isolating the hustle and bustle of the arena. The two walked side-by-side, their footsteps echoing 'click-clack' in the empty space.
Natasha was the first to break the silence, her light voice echoing in the corridor. "The first time I heard the children at the clinic talk about this game, I thought it was just their usual playing house..." She turned her head slightly, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes, continuing, "But after truly experiencing this game these past few days, my perspective completely changed— I understand why people become so captivated by it."
At this point, Natasha's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a strange light, as if some new feeling was budding deep inside.
Daziel listened quietly without interrupting. He knew Natasha had more to say and waited patiently.
Natasha's voice softened, carrying a hint of longing and aspiration. "During the game, people can focus on self-improvement or work together with others. This kind of harmless competition is very meaningful for dissolving hostility and conflict."
"How I wish this peaceful beauty could last forever." Natasha's gaze deepened. She said slowly, "So, when the Great Guardian approached me and asked me to do this kind of thing... I agreed without hesitation."
She stopped walking, turned around, and gazed into Daziel's eyes, stating word by word, each syllable landing with weight. "Everything... is for Belobog."
The moment her voice fell, they also arrived at the door of the rest room. The cold metallic feel of the doorknob transmitted a subtle sensation to the fingertips.
Daziel pushed the door open. The scene inside the rest room came into view. The most striking feature was undoubtedly the large bed in the center of the room – soft mattress, white sheets, exuding a slightly ambiguous atmosphere.
Natasha showed no coyness. Instead, she gracefully took Daziel's hand and walked straight towards the soft, large bed, sitting down side-by-side. The lighting in the room was somewhat dim, soft light spilling onto them, creating an intimate and warm atmosphere. A restless energy seemed to permeate the air.
Natasha turned her head, gazing at Daziel, her eyes filled with inquiry and expectation. Her ruby lips parted slightly, "So, are you ready?"
"Of course." Daziel's voice was low and powerful, carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness.
Natasha's fingertips deftly undid the buttons of her white coat, the movements elegant and slow, like a silent invitation. The white fabric slid off her shoulders like melting winter snow, revealing the black turtleneck sweater underneath. Natasha didn't stop, her fingertips continued downwards, pulling down the zipper in the center of the sweater.
As the zipper slowly slid down, a section of hollowed-out black lace came into view, sexy and mysterious, creating a stark contrast with Natasha's usual capable image. It was a set of erotic lingerie made of thin silk, intricate hollow patterns appearing faintly, outlining Natasha's mature and voluptuous curves.
Natasha bit her lower lip slightly, a touch uneasy, speaking softly with barely detectable shyness, "That child Hook was right. I really am an old woman." She looked up, her tone carrying a hint of self-deprecation. "I never paid much attention to these things before. I don't know what you men like, so I just randomly picked this set. Does it seem a bit old-fashioned?"
Daziel's gaze rested on Natasha, devoid of any frivolity or profanity. He looked at her seriously, his tone sincere and affirmative, "You look very beautiful, Ms. Natasha. Full of mature charm. This charm is something accumulated over time, irreplaceable."
Hearing Daziel's sincere praise, Natasha's slightly apprehensive mood relaxed, and a captivating smile bloomed on her lips. "Thank you, Mr. Daziel." Her voice softened, carrying gratitude and a subtle intimacy. "You really are a gentle person. I hope you'll be just as gentle in a moment."
Daziel sensed the implied meaning in Natasha's words. He nodded slightly, his gaze calm and steady. "If possible, I'd rather not use the direct method of going inside." He spoke slowly, his tone suggesting a discussion. "Perhaps we can use a simpler method to remove the meme from you."
Hearing this, Natasha raised her shapely eyebrows, a flicker of curiosity and inquiry in her eyes. She asked with interest, "Oh? How do you want to play?"
Daziel's gaze inadvertently swept over the curve of Natasha's chest, and a bold idea instantly surfaced in his mind. His lips curved slightly, his eyes holding a profound meaning.
As expected of Belobog's healer. Truly living up to the name. In Daziel's view, whether the 'healing volume' was sufficient was indeed an important criterion for judging if a healer-type character was qualified.
After some romantic activity, Natasha leaned against the headboard, slightly tired. She picked up a tissue, gently wiping the residue from her chest and the corners of her mouth, asking softly, "Mr. Daziel, is it done?"
Daziel observed Natasha's condition carefully with a serious expression, his brow slightly furrowed. He said with slight regret, "I'm afraid not. It still needs..."
Hearing this, a trace of helplessness flashed in Natasha's eyes, but she quickly accepted it. She took a deep breath, decisively slipped off her skirt, lay flat on the bed, closed her eyes, and said calmly and frankly, "It's alright. I was prepared for this long ago. You don't need to feel embarrassed."
"Okay, I understand." Taking a deep breath, Daziel's gaze became determined. He slowly nodded.
Suddenly, just then, Natasha seemed to remember something. Her brow furrowed slightly, a trace of worry creeping onto her made-up face. "However... consecutive sessions for a man might cause certain harm to the body." Her tone carried the characteristic concern of a doctor as she spoke to Daziel, "It can lead to conditions like epididymitis, spermatorrhea, premature ejaculation, and impotence."
Natasha paused, her cool voice softening slightly. "It might also lead to poor mental state, fatigue, low libido, and so on." Her words weren't alarmist but came from a doctor's professional judgment, each word carrying serious consideration for the man before her.
Natasha said somewhat hesitantly, "Are you... sure you're okay? There are still others after me..." At this moment, Natasha aptly demonstrated the professionalism of medical personnel.
"Ms. Natasha, are you worried about me?" Daziel straightened his back, as if proving his capability. "Never mind starting one round, starting any number of rounds is fine!"
Hearing this, Natasha chuckled lightly. She reached out a slender finger and gently lifted Daziel's chin. "Since Mr. Daziel is so confident, then I'm relieved."
Alright...
Round two, begin!
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