Grand Dad Is The Pervert God-Chapter 180: "Secrets, Scars, and the Serpent’s Truth"

"Entering the dungeon?"

Violet had a bad feeling about this.

She stared at Eros... that feeling only got worse.

Eros sat comfortably within the large, dimly lit tent, the flickering glow of soul-lamps dancing on the thick walls of enchanted fabric.

Before him, seated awkwardly across the low ceremonial table, were Violet and Alexis—two women of nobility, draped now not in their pride, but uncertainty and wariness.

By each of Eros’ sides were his two masked women—Amanda and Ngozi. Their bodies pressed close against him in a way that made Violet’s eyes twitch involuntarily.

Amanda, with her warm brown skin and slitted amber eyes—easily seen through her mask, gently stroked Eros’ arm with languid fingers, trailing faint circular patterns. Ngozi mirrored the act on the other side, resting her cheek briefly on his shoulder every now and then.

The two of them looked like priestesses worshiping an unspoken god.

Their masks concealed their expressions, but their posture made everything clear—they were intimate with him in ways Violet couldn’t quite wrap her head around. Or rather, she did not want to think of it. Her innocent–virgin mind could not take it.

Eros, Amanda, and Ngozi remained masked, and yet, the tension in the room made their identities feel more exposed than ever.

Violet couldn’t take her eyes off Amanda. Something about her struck a chord. Her movements, her aura—she was from the Snake Forest Tribes. That much was unmistakable. But which tribe? That, Violet couldn’t yet discern.

She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

She’d heard whispers recently— about a mysterious figure rising among the snake clans. Some even claimed that this presence had caused significant trouble for Baron Bolos, the ruler of that region. The most disturbing report of all? That the snake tribes... had begun taking human form.

Of course, she had thought that news beneath her station at the time. But with the things that had happened so far.

Her mind whirled. She clenched her fists under the table. I’ve been slacking, she thought. I’ll update myself—thoroughly.

But even beyond the mysteries surrounding Amanda, Violet couldn’t help but replay the humiliating events from earlier. She, Violet Saul of the Fanged Earth Tiger Family, had been stripped—figuratively and literally—of her pride.

And the Eros and his women had banged heavily in her tent— And now her best friend, Alexis, was in the company of the same man who had humiliated her.

Still... she couldn’t hate him.

Not entirely.

Eros had kept his word. He had restored Alexis’ life and made no indecent move on her, even while she lay unconscious and vulnerable. And then there was still that technique—dual cultivation used not just for pleasure or gain, but healing? That was unheard of. Unthinkable. And yet... real.

She turned slightly and saw Alexis seated beside her, flushed red in the face. Her embarrassment was palpable—she couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze, and her hands were folded tightly in her lap.

Eros suddenly cleared his throat, drawing attention.

"I’ve managed to repair the damage done to her soul," he began in his usual casual tone. "However, it won’t be enough."

Alexis looked up, startled. Violet leaned forward.

"Why not?" Alexis asked, voice cautious.

"Because what happened to you," Eros said, "was not a cultivation accident."

Both Alexis and Violet froze.

"What?" Alexis blinked. "That’s impossible. The royal physicians examined me. Even my grandfather, a Grand Duke, confirmed it."

Eros gave a small smile behind his mask. "Of course they did. Whoever planted it was a master. If I were anyone else, I would have missed it too."

He leaned forward. "You were poisoned, Alexis." Eros called her by her first name, like they had already entered such basis. Then again, he had seen her birthday suit. This much was nothing.

Violet’s mouth parted slightly in disbelief, and Alexis recoiled.

"That’s... a lie."

"No," Eros said. "It’s a truth no one saw. The poison used was a special kind—a refined aphrodisiac meant not for women, but for men."

He lifted one finger. "When refined into an incense, and released into the air, it can subtly infect the soul meridians of a woman during cultivation. It makes micro-lesions—small rifts—along the channels where soul energy flows."

He leaned back, crossing one leg over the other.

"These lesions are too minor to detect... until a breakthrough. When the soul energy surges violently, those tears expand. The result? A soul leak. What people call a ’cultivation accident.’ But in your case... it was planned."

Alexis turned to Violet, pain in her eyes. "So... someone poisoned me? But who would do that?"

Violet’s jaw clenched. "I don’t know... but I’ll find them."

But Eros raised a hand. "There’s more."

He glanced at Amanda and Ngozi, who exchanged looks of intrigue.

"I don’t blame them," he said calmly. "To sabotage someone with a Yin Light Cultivation Body, this is the fastest, most efficient method."

That revelation made the tent fall into stunned silence.

Alexis’ breath caught.

Even Eros’ two women turned sharply to look at her.

Ngozi spoke up, her voice thoughtful. "I’ve heard of such bodies among the pirates. Rare... incredibly rare. In the peak days of the old Golden empire, there were said to be only five."

Eros turned to Alexis again.

"What you carry," he said softly, "is a blessing and a curse. The Yin Light Body—especially a high-grade one—amplifies soul absorption, cultivational breakthroughs, and... dual cultivation benefits."

Alexis’ lips trembled.

He could see through her. See what even the royal healers had missed. There was no doubt in her mind anymore—he had spoken nothing but truth.

She whispered, "Then... can I be healed?"

"I’ve patched your soul for now," Eros said. "But the micro-tears in your meridians are too many. I can’t seal them all...not now at least. It would take time. And honestly, the best method would be to cultivate with you."

Alexis face flushed red. No way would she allow that. She still had her dignity as a noble. Also Eros was a nameless brute.

Eros slowly pulled out the glowing orb—the dungeon map.

"The fastest method since I doubt you want me... the only true method... is the Yellow Anchor Stone. Otherwise known as the Golden Anchor stone of Healing."

The orb floated mid-air, glowing softly, casting ripples of light over the tent’s interior.

And the room fell into heavy silence once again.

"Violet... you have the means to pass the royal guards at the entrance. And i have the map. Frankly speaking, the battle prowess my party can provide is more than enough. After all, you did want strong people. So what do you say... I help you and you help me? And maybe Alexis gets to become my woman too..." Eros had a huge smile on his face.

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