Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era-Chapter 77: The nonchalant slave

*Era of Origins... Obsidian Palace of the Pride Clan...*

The sky of this era was a permanent battlefield where the laws of physics bent under the will of primordial powers.

The heavens belonged to the Phoenixes whose wingbeats immolated the clouds, while the earth trembled under the steps of the Titans, those colossi of flesh capable of reshaping mountains with a simple gesture.

At the top of this pyramid of violence reigned the Dragons, entities of pure power who considered any other form of life as an ephemeral entertainment.

Humans, lacking spiritual roots at this era or divine lineages, were nothing but insignificant vermin, miserable creatures dying by the thousands in the crossfire of this destructive war.

They survived in the interstices of the world, hiding in caves or forests praying to gods who did not listen to them.

At the heart of the Draconic Domain, in a palace sculpted directly, the Dragon Queen sat with absolute authority.

Long Huang was the very definition of sovereign terror. She was installed on a throne of black stone, her silhouette emitting a spiritual pressure so dense that the air itself seemed to liquefy around her.

Her long ebony hair fell in cascades over her shoulders, ending in tips of dark smoke that never dissipated.

She wore a black dress that highlighted her provocative curves and her opulent breasts, an outfit that contrasted with the murderous coldness of her gaze.

Her eyes were completely black, staring at the world with an intensity that seemed to consume the surrounding light. Ten black and curved horns pierced her hair, symbols of her pure dragon blood and her rank as sovereign.

A draconic general advanced into the hall. He bowed so low that his forehead almost touched the stone.

"Your Majesty... a tribe of hairless monkeys waits at the entrance of the sacred zone... They bring what they call a tribute to thank you for having spared their village last month..."

Long Huang did not move a muscle of her expressionless face. She vaguely remembered having flown over a forested area and having reduced to ashes an army of Titans that was trying to settle there. If the humans living there had survived, it was only by the fruit of a coincidence she did not give a fuck about.

"Spared ? What arrogance..." murmured Long Huang, her voice making the dantians of all the guards present in the hall vibrate.

"Their existence is an oversight on my part, nothing more... However, I am bored... Let these insects in... I want to see what misery can offer to my greatness."

The heavy obsidian doors pivoted, letting in a small group of humans. They were led by an old man with a gray beard, whose hands were trembling so violently that he almost dropped his staff.

Behind him, four warriors carried a palanquin. They were sweating with terror. With each step, they seemed on the verge of collapsing under the weight of Long Huang’s aura.

The tribe leader threw himself to the ground as soon as he crossed the center of the room.

"Great Sovereign of the Black Flames... Goddess of the Dark Sky..." stammered the old man, his voice broken by fright.

"We... we are nothing before your magnificence... Your pity saved our children and our elders during the great battle... We bring you the purest treasure of our people as a sign of eternal servitude..."

Long Huang tilted her head slightly, a carnivorous smile stretching her lips painted in black.

"The purest treasure of a race of shit ? I hope for you that it is not a simple shiny stone or a medicinal herb... If this tribute does not amuse me, your heads will serve as ornaments on my ramparts."

With a wave of her hand, she summoned a small column of black flames that danced on her palm. The heat was not physical but spiritual; the humans felt their own souls contract in pain. The old man signaled his bearers to advance.

"Here is... our tribute..."

The warriors placed the palanquin and parted the leather curtains. A young man emerged from the cabin.

He seemed to be about twenty years old.

He wore a simple white linen tunic. His most striking feature was his immaculate silver hair, the tips of which were ink black. His silver eyes were clear, deep, and of a terrifying lucidity. And he was especially extremely handsome...

Unlike all the other members of his tribe who were crawling in the dust, he remained standing, back straight, observing the Dragon Queen with insolence. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He had no cultivation base. His dantian was empty, his body contained no trace of Qi. For any member of the Origins races, he was nothing but a fragile mortal who could be crushed with a simple glance.

Yet, his calm was absolute. His heartbeat was slow and regular, defying all logic in the face of the crushing pressure that Long Huang exerted on the room.

Long Huang straightened up on her throne, her black eyes narrowing.

"A human male ? You offer me a breeder of your species as tribute ?" she asked with obvious contempt. "Do you think I lack servants to sweep my floors ?"

The old man raised his head, his eyes teary.

"He is different, Majesty... He is the wisest of our people, capable of reading the stars and understanding laws that we cannot even name... We offer him to you to be your toy, or your meal... but by pity, accept him in your magnanimity !"

Long Huang ignored the old man and stared at the slave. She suddenly increased her spiritual pressure, specifically targeting the young man.

The draconic guards on the sides had to tense their muscles to stay standing. The other humans fainted instantly, blood flowing from their ears.

The young man with silver hair did not flinch.

"It is a fascinating architectural structure..." he said in a soft and composed voice, completely ignoring the threat of death that weighed on him.

"The obsidian is used here not only for its solidity, but also as a passive conductor to stabilize the fluctuations of your demonic Qi... It is a clever strategy for a queen whose power sometimes seems... unstable."

A deathly silence fell over the hall. No living being had ever dared to speak of the instability of Long Huang’s power. The guards expected him to be reduced to ashes in a microsecond.

Long Huang remained silent, surprised by the audacity of what she considered an insect.

She slowly rose from her throne, her black dress sliding on the floor with a sinister rustle. She descended the steps, each step echoing in the stifling silence. She stopped right in front of him, towering over his height with all her stature as Origins sovereign.

"You just said that my power is unstable, little monkey ?"