Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents-Chapter 174 - 109: Late Night Duo Training (Part 2)
If I hadn’t burst onto the scene, she would have first established the White Wolf Empire, then subjugated the Sub-human Tribes in the forest from north to south, and finally subdued the Minotaur Kingdom, which was holding back the Gulad Empire’s invasion of the Northern Forest.
Afterward, her White Wolf Empire would have become the fourth major power, following the Gulad Empire in the north, the Kingdom of Ventecenia in the south, and the Eastern Dragon Realm.
The first stage of the Lord World, the "King’s War," would primarily be a contest between these four major factions, all vying for supremacy until the final Heaven’s Chosen Ruler, "The Chosen One," was crowned.
Of course, the kings of smaller factions weren’t without a chance.
It’s just that without the boon of overpowered Talents like "The Chosen One" and "Celestial Destiny Team," the difficulty of competing for the final crown was undoubtedly astronomical.
Their only real path to victory was to win the favor of a vast number of Lord Players, particularly the top-tier ones.
At this thought, Qin Feng couldn’t help but take a deep breath as that familiar sense of indecision reared its head again.
’This Book of Extraordinary Promotion I just got... should I give it to Fenrir, my potential future wife, or save it for Valkyrie, who can stack Bloodthirsty effects independently?’
In the end, reason won out over impulse.
Qin Feng decided to hold onto the Book of Extraordinary Promotion for now and give it to Valkyrie, his "Mount," after returning to the Lord’s Hall.
Fenrir possessed the "The Chosen One" Talent, so her growth rate was already absurdly fast. She could also achieve a Satori breakthrough more easily, crossing the great chasm between ordinary creatures and Extraordinary beings.
Under these circumstances, giving her the Book of Extraordinary Promotion—which was essentially a shortcut—seemed a bit wasteful.
Valkyrie, the Violent Bear Boss, on the other hand...
If she could use it to ascend into an Extraordinary Hero, Qin Feng could have her lead a team to grind mobs alone, without having to worry that her slow movement speed would land her in danger.
At that point, their overall efficiency at stacking Bloodthirsty Layers on each other would be greatly enhanced.
If all else failed, Qin Feng could always figure something out.
He could just get a few more activation keys for red-difficulty Lost Secret Realm gates and farm a Book of Extraordinary Promotion for Fenrir, Diablo, and his other heroes.
After all, it was a guaranteed drop, just like the "Furnace Processing Room Construction Plan."
There was no need to worry about a shortage.
As he mulled this over, Qin Feng and his party returned safely to camp. He ordered the Ratman Warriors and Tiger-man Warriors, who had not yet rested, to begin setting up new tents to accommodate the newly arrived Wolf Cavalry and Fenrir.
However, Fenrir clearly had no intention of doing things by the book.
She walked straight into Qin Feng’s personal tent. Her gaze flowed with a profound tenderness as she looked deeply at Qin Feng, who was just about to lie down and rest. Then, with decisive grace, she sat down on top of him.
A dark and windy night. A man and a woman, alone in a room. It was like dry tinder meeting a blazing fire; the very air seemed to crackle with scorching heat.
"What should I call you from now on?"
"Tingfeng?"
"Your Majesty?"
"King?"
"Lord?"
Qin Feng looked up at Fenrir, who was now perched above him, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice,
"Qin Feng."
"That’s my real name."
"I’ve never told it to anyone else in this world."
"You’re the first."
Fenrir slowly leaned down, her long, elegant fingers tracing a line across his chest. Her touch was cool, and her voice was as soft as a spring stream, creating gentle ripples.
"In that case."
"Then I shall call you Lord Tingfeng and Lord when we are in public."
"But in here, I will call you only Your Majesty, Qin Feng."
"How does that sound?"
She paused, her eyes growing hazy.
"And tonight..."
"Please grant me the true power that lies within you, so that I may grasp your future and help you become the one true King of this world..."
"Your Majesty, Qin Feng..."
「The next day.」
The two of them woke up early.
After a long, tireless night of getting acquainted, their relationship had clearly grown much closer.
Qin Feng was especially satisfied with the change in Fenrir’s personality.
He had originally thought that even after she confessed and bared her heart, the innate confidence and pride of the Wolf Race wouldn’t fade so easily. It was a pride that made it seem as if she could trample the entire world beneath her feet.
He never expected that Fenrir would become as docile and obedient as a little puppy. Even when Qin Feng instructed her to act with caution from now on, warning her never again to act so rashly without preparation or Reconnaissance as she had when attacking the Kobold army, she simply nodded repeatedly with a blissful expression.
"Mm-hmm."
"Okay."
"Lord Tingfeng, from now on, I’ll do whatever you tell me to do."
"I’ll listen to everything you say."
According to Diablo, Fenrir’s sudden personality shift was perfectly normal. It was an innate characteristic of the Wolf Race—if conquered by a mate of superior strength, they would display the utmost docility and submission, viewing their partner as their master.
It was just like in a primitive Wolf Pack, where the alpha holds absolute dominion over all members. Whether female, male, or pup, all wolves will actively uphold the alpha’s supreme status.
Fenrir had originally been that unique alpha.
That was why even though she had developed feelings for Qin Feng, she had always maintained a lofty, queen-like demeanor. She wanted him to be the one to bow his head in submission, to become a part of her White Wolf Empire, and then, step by step, become the cherished darling she held in the palm of her hand.
