Daziel had to admit, he liked this feeling of being in complete control.
He enjoyed seeing this once lofty Emanator of Destruction pulled down from her pedestal, revealing an expression woven from humiliation, fear, and despair.
"Damn it... I, Phantylia, have roamed the cosmos for countless eons, commanded the Antimatter Legion, sowed the seeds of destruction... never before has anyone..."
Phantylia's voice carried a tremor, each syllable vibrating with suppressed shivers. Her tone was a mixture of boundless fury and incredulous shock.
Her beautiful eyes, which once looked down upon all beings, were now locked deadly onto Daziel, as if intending to incinerate his very soul.
"Ha? Didn't you just witness it yourself today?"
Daziel scoffed, his tone dripping with undisguised mockery.
He took a step forward, looking down at Phantylia from above, his eyes filled with amusement and playful teasing.
"..."
Phantylia was speechless, her chest heaving violently, clearly provoked to the extreme by Daziel's words.
She, Phantylia, the Emanator of Destruction, once a being feared throughout the universe—when had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Let alone being treated with such contempt, such insult, by a being she once viewed as nothing more than an ant!
"You can't defy me. You are now merely an Aether Spirit captured by me. I hold absolute control over you."
Daziel's voice was as cold as ice, leaving no room for doubt.
He slowly extended his hand, his fingertips carrying a hint of malicious provocation, lightly tracing across the pale, delicate skin of the Tingyun form Phantylia currently inhabited. The action was filled with aggression and carried the weight of humiliation.
Phantylia's massive body shuddered violently. An indescribable sense of humiliation surged through her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her reason, devouring her pride.
To be so casually trampled upon, so toyed with, by someone she once considered dust, someone she could crush at will.
How could she, the former Emanator of Destruction, possibly accept such a fall from grace?
"By a despicable vermin like you... Ah! Damn you, Astral Express brat!"
She let out a low, agonized growl, her voice filled with despair. "How can I possibly accept this?!"
"What? If it wasn't me, would you have preferred I hand you over?"
Daziel raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with playful mockery.
He watched Phantylia with great interest, appreciating the mix of humiliation and fury on her face.
"Compared to you, this insolent, vulgar fellow, perhaps if I were handed over to the Generals of the Xianzhou, they would at least accord me the respect due an Emanator of Destruction..." Phantylia spat out through gritted teeth, her tone carrying a hint of defiance, as if trying to protect her last shred of dignity with pride.
"Dream on. That would be letting you off far too easily."
A smile touched Daziel's lips again, his tone flippant and cynical.
He lifted his foot once more. This time, it wasn't tentative but a sudden, unceremonious kick, landing heavily on Phantylia's large, illusory body.
"Thud!"
With a muffled sound, Phantylia's body trembled violently, looking as if it might dissipate.
"Your main body form is too large, it's an eyesore. Shrink down... just become Tingyun."
Daziel spoke in a commanding tone, tinged with a mischievous delight.
After all, Phantylia's Undying Bloom form was simply too enormous, making it inconvenient to farm Corruption Value. The Tingyun model was much easier on the eyes.
"..."
Phantylia made a pained sound, her body trembling violently. She wanted to resist but found herself utterly powerless.
The restraint of the Aether Coin had completely stripped her of the power to resist, leaving her entirely at Daziel's mercy.
Under Daziel's intrigued gaze, Phantylia's massive, illusory form began to shrink rapidly, visibly.
The oppressive, suffocating aura that originally radiated from her also receded quickly like a tide.
Her form constantly shifted, twisted, and reshaped.
Finally, a delicate and petite figure slowly, clearly materialized before Daziel's eyes.
It was a young woman dressed in gorgeous red, white, and black Xianzhou attire, with smooth black hair and a pair of fluffy fox ears.
Her features were exquisite, her brows dark like painted ink, adorned with tinkling accessories.
Long, slender, snow-white legs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt.
The sandals on her feet revealed cute, rounded toes like white jade...
It was exactly the 4-star Tingyun model that Daziel was quite fond of.
The only difference was, the face of this "Tingyun" now held none of the gentle, charming smile he remembered...
Instead, it was filled with anger, resentment, humiliation, and profound despair.
Daziel looked at the Tingyun before him and nodded in satisfaction, a playful glint flashing in his eyes.
Although he would eventually meet the real "Wayfarer" Tingyun again later, enjoying this "Tingyun" for now wasn't without its pleasures.
He stepped forward excitedly, reaching out to gently stroke "Tingyun's" smooth black hair.
"How does it feel? Phantylia?"
Daziel's voice was low and magnetic, carrying a hint of heart-pounding danger.
His fingers caressed the area around her ear, feeling the soft texture, his gaze growing even more playful.
"Tingyun's" body stiffened slightly, her delicate frame trembling as if shocked, extremely complex emotions flashing in her eyes.
Even the moment when Jing Yuan and Dan Heng worked together to sever her connection to the Ambrosial Arbor hadn't felt as distressing as this.
Anger, humiliation, unwillingness, and a subtle yet undeniably present thread of fear.
She clenched her jaw tightly, her teeth almost drawing blood from her red lips, forcefully suppressing the humiliation within. She said nothing, merely enduring Daziel's touch silently.
Daziel seemed quite pleased with "Tingyun's" reaction. His lips curled upward slightly, his smile deepening.
He withdrew his hand, though his fingertips lingered on her cheek with a hint of reluctance, then shifted to gently pinch "Tingyun's" small chin, forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze directly.
"Don't put on that pitiful look, Phantylia. That's not the proud Emanator of Destruction I know."
Daziel chuckled, his tone laced with mockery.
He enjoyed seeing Phantylia in this powerless state, completely at his mercy. It gave him a unique sense of satisfaction.
"I changed, so what? You detestable vermin... If I hadn't lost my body, how could I suffer this insult?"
Phantylia finally spoke, her voice still soft and melodious like Tingyun's, pleasing to the ear, yet carrying an almost imperceptible tremor.
It was the sound of forcefully suppressed rage, a facade of calm.
She tried hard to maintain her composure, not wanting to appear too weak or wretched in front of Daziel.
"What do I want?"
Daziel repeated Phantylia's words playfully, his gaze roaming over her exquisite face with undisguised aggression.
"How about this: starting today, you play the role of Tingyun well and serve me properly, hmm?"
"Make me... play Tingyun... serve you?"
A flash of disbelief crossed Phantylia's eyes. She froze, clearly not expecting Daziel to make such a request.
Her, the grand Emanator of Destruction, forced to continue playing the part of a Foxian girl, and moreover, serve this detestable Astral Express brat before her?
Phantylia's beautiful eyes stared deadly at the disrespectful fellow in front of her.
"What, unwilling?"
Daziel raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of threat.
His fingers tightened slightly, pinching Phantylia's delicate chin until a faint, painful red mark appeared.
"You're my Aether Spirit now. You have no right to refuse."
Phantylia clenched her teeth tightly, remaining silent.
She was struggling intensely inside. The sense of humiliation gnawed at her heart like a viper, making every inch of her skin prickle with pain and shame.
To be forced to play another role and serve someone else—for her, this was simply an unbearable, monstrous humiliation.
Although she had played the role of "Tingyun" for many years.
But back then, when she played Tingyun, she was the chief representative of the Minghuo Merchant Guild, a position of high status...
How could it compare to now, reduced to a prisoner, completely at someone else's mercy?
But she also knew clearly that she currently lacked any ability to resist.
The restraint of the Aether Coin made her like fish on a chopping block, subject entirely to Daziel's whims.
If she refused Daziel's request, it would likely only invite even worse treatment.
Even more absurdly...
In her current state, even if she wanted to follow Nanook's will and tread the path of self-destruction, achieving soul annihilation had become an extravagant hope. She could only remain stuck inside the Aether Coin.
"Very good. It seems the Emanator of Destruction knows how to adapt..."
Daziel smiled with satisfaction, releasing Phantylia's chin.
He stepped back, eyeing the Phantylia before him with anticipation.
"From now on, you are my exclusive Tingyun. Be obedient, understand?"
Daziel's voice held a commanding tone, yet was mixed with a heart-stirring ambiguity that echoed slowly in the silent Aether coding space.
Phantylia lowered her head, her long eyelashes concealing the complex emotions in her eyes, making it impossible to discern her true thoughts at that moment.
She remained silent for a moment, as if gathering all her strength, before finally speaking slowly. Her voice was still soft and melodious, but it lacked its previous liveliness and vivacity.
"I understand, you damn Astral Express brat..."
Phantylia's voice was very soft, almost inaudible, yet it clearly reached Daziel's ears, carrying an extremely suppressed resentment and unwillingness.
"What way is that to talk? I told you to play Tingyun, can't you change your tone?"
Daziel frowned slightly, glaring at her with mild displeasure. "Weren't you enjoying the act when you first appeared? Continue now.
When you show your original form, you can be Phantylia, but when you become Tingyun, you better maintain the character properly, understand?"
"Un... Understood, Benefactor."
That "Benefactor," uttered with a slightly trembling end syllable, carried an indescribably complex meaning—partly the helplessness of forced submission, yet seemingly hiding a bottomless hatred.
A playful smile lingered on Daziel's lips as he watched Phantylia, currently incarnated as Tingyun.
"Obedience is good. I always like obedient toys."
His fingertips flippantly brushed the hair at Phantylia's temple, feeling the strange softness, an inscrutable light flickering in his eyes.
"Since you've shown submission, some things naturally need to be put on the agenda."
His tone shifted, carrying an unquestionable weight, as if the words to follow were already established facts, beyond dispute.
The system mission's Corruption Value still needed to be grinded.
It was merely fifty points. For Daziel now, grinding it was arguably quite simple.
Although the Aether Coin's restraint existed, having an additional layer of contractual limitation was excellent.
After all, his opponent was an Emanator of Destruction. Who knew if the Aether Coin could be relied upon indefinitely...
Besides, it was a free reward from the system. Facing an Emanator of Destruction without needing to worry about violating his principles—why not take it?
"Presumably, you won't have any resistance to what I'm about to do, right?"
Daziel spoke slowly and deliberately, as if discussing a trivial matter, yet it made Phantylia's heart tighten abruptly. A chill instantly shot from the soles of her feet up her spine.
She looked up warily, her eyes now filled with confusion and unease.
"Bene... factor... what do you mean by that? What else do you intend... to do?"
Her voice remained soft and melodious like Tingyun's, but compared to before, it held a subtle tremor and stiffness, appearing pitiful.
She truly couldn't fathom the thoughts of the man before her. He spoke of subjugation, yet his actions were consistently baffling, making it difficult to see through his true intentions.
Daziel chuckled lightly, his eyes playful, as if he had anticipated Phantylia's reaction.
"What if I said my purpose is to help you find a body truly suitable for you?"
He uttered the sentence slowly, his tone calm and detached.
Hearing this, Phantylia's previously tense body trembled slightly. Shock and suspicion flashed across her eyes.
"Bene... factor... You truly are... my good Benefactor."
Her tone was slightly hesitant, laced with probing and uncertainty.
A complex, intriguing expression surfaced on her exquisite face, making it hard to tell if it was pleasant surprise, suspicion, or self-mockery.
"This little lady truly doesn't know Benefactor's intention in acting this way?"
Phantylia had wanted to blurt out the question: You Express brat, you'd actually be so kind?
But the words died on her lips, swallowed back down.
In her current weakened position, she had to be cautious, tread carefully as if on thin ice.
Daziel watched the ever-changing expressions on Phantylia's face with interest. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, his smile deepening.
"My intention? You'll find out eventually."
His tone was meaningful, carrying an air of mystery, as if everything was under his control.
"But before that..."
Daziel's gaze once again roamed shamelessly over Phantylia's Tingyun form, scrutinizing and playful.
Alarms blared in Phantylia's mind. She subconsciously clutched her chest tightly with both hands, her small body shrinking back slightly, her eyes filled with wariness and unease.
"Benefactor... you don't intend to..."
As a former high and mighty Emanator of Destruction, Phantylia had never experienced such circumstances. She was filled with unknown fear about what might happen next.
Daziel raised an eyebrow, looking playfully at Phantylia's slightly panicked state, his tone carrying a teasing counter-question.
"Hm? What, perhaps you intend to resist?"
He deliberately emphasized his tone, carrying a subtle pressure, as if testing Phantylia's limits.
Phantylia's body stiffened. Sensing the implied danger in Daziel's tone, even if she felt immense unwillingness, she could only forcefully suppress it.
"Answering Benefactor's question... this little lady... wouldn't dare."
She answered with lowered eyes, her tone submissive, her posture lowered, doing her best to play the role of an obedient "Tingyun," trying hard to appear gentle, harmless, and non-threatening.
Hearing this, Daziel raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, his smile widening further, yet a cold mockery flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Then that settles it. Hurry up and put your hands down. What are you covering?!"
His tone suddenly turned cold, laced with impatience and command, as if greatly displeased by Phantylia's action, having lost all patience.
Phantylia's body trembled again. Feeling the chill in Daziel's tone, despite the overwhelming humiliation and bone-deep hatred in her heart, she could only endure silently, forcing herself to submit to his will.
She slowly lowered the hands covering her chest, her movements stiff and sluggish.
Her fingertips curled slightly, tightly gripping the thin fabric of her clothes, desperately trying to conceal her inner humiliation and resentment.
Daziel watched Phantylia's obedient appearance with satisfaction, the playfulness in his eyes intensifying.
He slowly paced forward, looking down at Phantylia from above as if admiring an exquisite plaything, his tone flippant and casual.
"That's more like it. Good children should be obedient."
His fingertip rose again, this time pointing towards Phantylia's delicate face, carrying a heart-palpitating aura.
"Next, let me have a good look at how much this 'Tingyun' body of yours actually resembles her."
Daziel's voice was low and magnetic, carrying an unfathomable meaning that echoed slowly in the silent room.
"Mm..."
Phantylia nodded lightly, humbly submitting to Daziel's subsequent actions.
...
"Ah!"
[Target Phantylia Corruption Value increased by 10%]
[Current Corruption Value: 50%]
[Mission Complete, 'Contract: Phantylia' reward delivered. Please check.]
[Contract: Phantylia: Allows summoning Phantylia from the Aether Coin to possess a prepared body. Simultaneously, Phantylia, wherever she is, whatever state she's in, will completely submit to you, unable to resist your will ever again.]
[Please continue your efforts, Host. You've struck gold, easily handling an Emanator-level woman without needing to defer to her like Herta!]
Watching Phantylia's corruption value steadily increase, reaching 50%, and seeing the system notification pop up, Daziel finally let out a long sigh of relief.
It was finally over.
Confirming that Phantylia was now like a trapped beast, with no possibility of resistance left, the hidden worry in his heart dissipated.
Daziel turned around leisurely, looking at the panting Foxian woman beside him.
At this moment, Phantylia's breathing was still somewhat rapid, her chest rising and falling slightly, making her appear even more delicate and alluring.
He tapped his chin lightly with his fingertips, a playful smile spreading across his lips.
"You really do resemble Tingyun quite a bit. It truly pleases me, Phantylia."
Hearing this, Phantylia lowered her head slightly, her eyelids downcast, concealing the complex emotions in her eyes. However, she forced her lips into a submissive smile. The smile was slightly stiff, yet she tried her utmost to appear gentle and charming.
"As long as... Benefactor likes it."
Daziel nodded, retracting the slightly flippant smile from his face. His tone turned low, carrying an unquestionable weight.
"Alright, what I'm about to say next is crucial. Listen very carefully."
Phantylia's expression sharpened, her previously lowered head lifting slightly. "Please instruct me, Benefactor. This little lady will listen attentively and dare not slack off in the slightest."
Following this, Daziel slowly began to explain his abilities, as well as Phantylia's current predicament, recounting everything in meticulous detail.
Phantylia listened quietly to Daziel's explanation, her expressions changing constantly like images on a revolving lantern.
Initially, it was incredulous shock, as if hearing some fantastic tale. Then, shock washed over her heart like a tide, making her delicate body tremble slightly.
Finally, a trace of undisguised disappointment quietly spread across the depths of her eyes.
It was hard to imagine that such complex and somewhat fragile expressions would appear on the face of the once proud, arrogant, and peerless Emanator of Destruction, all witnessed by Daziel.
"What, you believed my words so quickly? No doubts at all?"
Daziel watched the ever-changing expressions on Phantylia's face with great interest, a playful curve returning to his lips.
Hearing this, Phantylia gave a bitter smile, her tone laced with helplessness and self-mockery. "Believing or not, what difference does it make? Even without that contract you mentioned, I can't leave this Aether Coin."
She paused, then continued dejectedly, "It's just a pity for Lord Nanook. In the future... I'm afraid I can no longer serve Him."
The Emanator of Destruction's current dejection and regret were palpable.
Hearing this, Daziel couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This situation is just so satisfying, no matter how you think about it!
Poaching an Emanator-level figure from under Nanook's command, pulling her away from the Path of Destruction... if word of this got out, countless jaws would drop.
In a sense, this was also a form of NTR! And a level higher than the vulgar kind.
Daziel mused inwardly, laughing even louder. His gaze burned intensely as he looked at Phantylia, speaking to her with a slightly commanding tone:
"So, if you don't want to spend your entire life as a piece of Aether coding data, then honestly help me think if there are any other suitable bodies out there for you."
He paused slightly, as if remembering something, then added, "As for the Ambrosial Arbor, don't even think about it. That thing has been resealed by the Vidyadhara. I can't get it for you."
Hearing this, Phantylia fell into contemplation, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, her face showing earnest thought. After a moment, she parted her lips with some difficulty:
"Reporting to Benefactor, I'm afraid there aren't many bodies that you could easily find which would also be suitable for this little lady."
Her tone was low, carrying a hint of apology and helplessness. "Even if such bodies truly exist, given the current weakened state of my soul, I likely wouldn't be able to successfully possess those that are overly powerful..."
Hearing this, Daziel's expression immediately darkened slightly.
"Then what use are you? Was my hard work these past few hours completely wasted?"
He retorted with a hint of complaint, his tone dissatisfied. "Am I supposed to use you for Aetherium Wars for a lifetime?"
"Huh? A life...?"
Phantylia seemed not to understand the slightly odd phrase 'a lifetime', her eyes blinking with confusion.
"'Ichiyuni' means 'a lifetime'!"
Daziel explained impatiently, continuing, "I am already the Grand Champion; I've completed this game. Your Aether Spirit stats, no matter how amazing, are useless now."
Hearing this, Phantylia was instantly speechless. Embarrassment and awkwardness flushed her exquisite face. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond, able only to silently endure Daziel's sharp words.
"Apologize, you useless thing."
Daziel's tone was harsh, carrying an unquestionable command.
Phantylia bit her red lip lightly, her delicate body trembling slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she finally clenched her teeth and said softly, "S... sorry, Benefactor. This little lady is useless."
As the once high and mighty Emanator of Destruction who shook the cosmos, Phantylia never dreamed she would see the day she was so disdained, berated as "useless," and worse, unable to refute it.
Because... the person saying it was now her master.
Seeing Phantylia's lowered posture, Daziel's tone softened slightly as he continued to press, "So, is there any way to replenish your current soul state?"
He didn't want to keep a useless decoration.
Hearing this, Phantylia thought for a moment, then replied, "Answering Benefactor, my true form is Heliobus. Heliobus are originally collective aggregates of spirits. Only a very few Heliobus erase their internal differences and evolve into independent individuals. This little lady happens to be one of them."
She paused, seeming to carefully consider her next words, then continued, "If Benefactor can assist me in devouring all the scattered Heliobus spirits across the Xianzhou, then my soul power can rapidly recover to its peak state. It's just..."
"Just what? Spit it out, don't hesitate!"
Daziel frowned slightly, his tone urging her on.
"It's just that those Heliobus spirits scattered throughout the Xianzhou are now sealed within the important grounds of the Forging Division, inside the Creation Furnace."
"Although Benefactor has close ties with the Xianzhou, even being treated as an honored guest by General Jing Yuan, wanting to easily open the heavily guarded Creation Furnace... the Ten-Lords Commission would never readily permit it."
Hearing this, Daziel nodded thoughtfully. He quickly ran through the progress of the current world timeline in his mind and had already formulated a plan.
"Perhaps things aren't as bad as you imagine. There might not be absolutely no chance for you to devour the Heliobus spirits on the Xianzhou."
A meaningful smile touched the corners of his lips, his tone carrying a sense of certainty and confidence.
Hearing this, a flicker of doubt crossed Phantylia's eyes. She asked puzzledly, "Why is Benefactor... so certain? The Creation Furnace hasn't been opened for over a thousand years."
"It won't be long."
Daziel gave a mysterious smile, not elaborating further, simply saying, "Some things will happen soon. Opportunities will naturally arise then. Let's leave this matter here for now. Return to the Aether Coin and await orders."
Phantylia obediently replied, "Yes, everything is as Benefactor commands. If you require this little lady's service for anything, Benefactor need only ask..."
"If it's that kind of thing, don't worry, it won't be your turn."
Daziel's tone was flippant, carrying a hint of jest.
Hearing this, Phantylia's cheeks flushed slightly. She quickly waved her hands, explaining shyly, "No, Benefactor, I didn't mean..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Daziel had already, with a thought, recalled her into the Aether Coin, leaving only a faint blue light slowly dissipating in the air.
With that matter concluded, Daziel stretched, loosening his slightly stiff body. He left the quiet Scalegorge Waterscape, heading back in a cheerful mood.
Over the next few days, Daziel returned to the Express, continuing his relaxed and comfortable life with March 7th, Herta, Sparkle, Jingliu, and the others.
As for Phantylia, she was treated as if banished to the cold palace, shelved away together with Cocolia's Aether Spirit, never released from the Aether Coin again.
Until one day, Daziel had just gotten up from Jingliu when he heard the crisp notification sound of a text message on his phone.
He picked up his phone, unlocked the screen, and was met with a string of messages from Guinaifen.
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Daziel browsed Guinaifen's messages with interest, his gaze sweeping over the sensational headlines. A meaningful smile slowly formed on his lips.
"Opportunity, hasn't it just delivered itself to my doorstep?"
He murmured softly, his eyes shining with a glint of excitement and anticipation.
Daziel's fingers tapped lightly on the phone screen as he replied—
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After sending the message, Daziel locked his phone, put on his clothes, and prepared to head out.
Jingliu was still wearing her mask at this time, though not the muzzle.
Her cool voice sounded, asking Daziel, "Going out again?"
Daziel's hand, just about to push the door, paused slightly. He turned around and replied casually, "Yeah, need to go to the Xianzhou. Some trivial matters related to Heliobus need handling..."
"Things that won't stir up trouble? Need my help?"
Jingliu's tone remained cool, but it held an underlying, subtle concern.
Hearing this, a helpless smile touched Daziel's lips. He explained, "Forget it. You're still a major criminal on the Xianzhou. If you show up, it'll probably cause unnecessary trouble. I can handle this myself."
Jingliu fell silent. The room was quiet for a moment.
After a pause, she spoke again...
This time, her tone was less cold, carrying more gentleness.
"Go then. Be careful on your way."
Those few simple words exploded like thunder in Daziel's mind.
He looked up sharply, staring at Jingliu with some disbelief, as if suspecting he had misheard.
This was the first time Jingliu had actively shown concern for him.
Ripples spread across the lake of Daziel's heart, and a warm current surged through him.
"Don't worry, I will."
His tone was firm, carrying an unconcealed excitement.
After saying this, he gave Jingliu another deep look before turning and striding out of the room.
The door closed, and the room returned to silence, leaving only Jingliu alone, quietly confined in the corner of the containment room.
Her eyes were covered by a black blindfold, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps... anticipating something.
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