Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 377 - 11: Holy Relic, Magic Refueling, Tithing (2)
"It’s a great, great distance from here."
In the world of the third human form, probably only Tassia could provide him a tiny bit of spice, but just a tiny bit. That oil girl’s teasing was ambiguous, unable to stir much emotion.
She had no idea what kind of decadence a true human emperor had witnessed.
Anya fell into deep contemplation, her delicate figure rising and falling.
She knew that some things Duncan would tell her, and if he didn’t take the initiative, most likely it was related to the Divine Spirit. Duncan’s pact with the Norse gods spanned nearly a millennium, details only Crow Queen Triss was privy to. Anya understood restraint; her eventual ascension to empress involved many such factors.
As for now.
Anya only wanted to satisfy her hunger first, because later Crow Queen Triss would surely monopolize his favor.
From the side of the Holy Hot Spring Pool came the light sound of footsteps.
Guardian Fairy Tethys appeared in a long white Greek dress, her alluring figure shimmering in the mist. Her face was that of a stately and beautiful matron. She stepped into the spring, the water soon soaking her gown, revealing tantalizing curves beneath.
At this moment, Anya’s expression showed slight displeasure — couldn’t they at least wait until she had eaten her fill?
She had long known these guardian fairies were seductresses.
Duncan’s deep ties to the belief in Avalon, the Guardian Fairies could be generously called transformed Celtic deities, or less flatteringly, fallen Greek mythological Lake Nymphs. If not for Duncan single-handedly supporting their faith, they would have long been reduced to the level of Mountain Spirits and Wild Monsters.
When Duncan first retired, he stayed often in the Lake Fairy’s Holy Temple, irritating Anya so much she secretly reported to the Crow Queen.
As the Guardian Fairy waded through the spring, she leaned lightly against Duncan’s side, without a hint of competition, even supporting Anya’s roundness with her hand, offering a slight lift, softly saying, "What did Your Majesty encounter in the Otherworld?"
"Why do you seem worried?"
Other Guardian Fairies were still asleep, and Tethys naturally had to seize the opportunity, else Duncan might sleep for another few decades or even a century.
These Divine Spirits were actually trapped in the Otherworld, while mortals comparatively enjoyed more freedom.
Divine Spirits required an immensely powerful presence to assume a form in the human realm, and they had to be at least of Odin’s caliber, and even then, the duration wasn’t long. It was a world’s constraint: the higher the limit of power in a world, the easier it was for Divine Spirits to walk it incarnate.
Rippled waves echoed.
Anya quickened her pace, for she knew she soon wouldn’t eat alone.
She was not alone in her hunger in the Otherworld.
Others yearned for Magic Refueling as well.
Indeed.
Not long after, through the rising mist, the luxuriously dressed, regal and beautiful Empress Lysiniya appeared. She too had reverted to her youthful twenties, followed by Princess Eudoxia and Princess Praxidica. The three bore striking resemblances, all restored to their prime youthful forms.
Yet they were incapable of advancing to Heroic Spirits; instead, they were ’Subordinate Heroic Spirits’ marked by Duncan, only awakening when Duncan did, otherwise existing attached to the Heroic Spirit Throne.
Beside them, in a long, elegant black dress like a blooming rose was Igraine, her eyes fixated on Duncan, completely ignoring Anya who hurried past. Behind them were seven or eight stunning maidens, some Barbarian noblewomen, some princesses from smaller nations, all concubines who had once shared his bed, now transformed into Nymph Fairies.
Many among them were Anya’s personal attendants, handpicked by her.
Duncan valued consistency; after ascending as emperor, he had no more than twelve or thirteen bed companions, rarely taking on new concubines afterward, spending a part of his Legendary Level on them. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Seeing these vibrant figures emerge, Anya grew anxious, angrily biting Duncan’s shoulder, murmuring, "You must let me serve you tonight."
Her appetite was always insatiable.
Duncan chuckled at her words, assuring her not to worry; everyone would get their share, as the Immortal Heroic Spirit’s Magic Power was abundant.
Such expenditure was negligible.
Duncan had indeed been quite moderate; after the Yellow Emperor ascended to heaven, the Nine Netherworld Lady directly became a deity, serving as the Yellow Emperor’s minister and sexual educator. Duncan, after all, did not thrive in the Mythical Era, and elevating Crow Queen Triss to divinity had already exhausted his efforts, leaving little room for others, who could only exist as Subordinate Heroic Spirits, akin to Divine Attendants.
Only Anya, by virtue of her status as empress, had managed to gather a sliver of Divine Power, the rest were ordinary lower-ranked Heroic Spirits. Igraine was somewhat special with additional legendary narratives, nearing the upper cap of lower-ranked Heroic Spirits; her daughters too possessed extra legendary tales.
The rise of one man brought ascent to his entire household.
Duncan had risen too late, and even with Crow Queen Triss’s promotion to Divine Spirit, it was no match for the Yellow Emperor’s main wife Leizu; most of the women associated with the Yellow Emperor were deified in later generations. Strictly speaking, Duncan only carried Anya to deification, whereas other women lacked the required legendary narratives, likely due to their own lack of ambition. Had they invented something noteworthy, perhaps they too would have legendary narratives.
