Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 313 - 49: She Wants to Beat Me to My Knees and Do Star Fury Power

Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 313 - 49: She Wants to Beat Me to My Knees and Do Star Fury Power

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Chapter 313: Chapter 49: She Wants to Beat Me to My Knees and Do Star Fury Power

"I believe I’ve already said it. In exchange for leading you on a great expedition, you will gain everything a Yonglan Knight could ever dream of."

Westheid answered nonchalantly, parrying Mephit’s onslaught.

"Glory, victory, battle, breakthroughs... You name it, you’ll have it. What era do you think this is? Who still bothers with a ’traditional’ expedition?"

"That does sound tempting. However, the Country of Yonglan already planned to do something similar. A simple promise is hardly a surprise."

Mephit understood Westheid’s meaning. His goal in conquering the Country of Yonglan was to lead the Knight Army on a campaign—perhaps to fend off Chaos, perhaps to expand their territory. This was completely different from her sister’s compassionate motivations.

’That’s good, but not good enough.’ The blue-haired Knightess continued,

"Of course, we are willing to fight for a king. For the Yonglan People, endless war is a reward... But that’s not what I’m asking. I’m curious about the primary force that drives you. Why must you possess power and authority?"

"Do you even need to ask? It’s so I can do whatever the fuck I want!"

Westheid roared with unbridled laughter. Shadow-Born’s edge blazed as if on fire, its crimson light flaring with razor-sharp intensity. In the next instant, he unleashed hundreds of slashes, a storm of afterimages that overwhelmed Mephit.

The Cursed Source Blood, working at peak efficiency, had already incinerated all of Westheid’s reason. All that remained was his purest, most fundamental self.

Duke Qinghui’s impossibly handsome face drew close to Mephit’s. Amidst the Blade Light and Sword Shadow, his words cut deeper than any strike:

"I want the whole world to love me! Respect me! Worship me! I want them to be haunted by dreams of me! To swear fealty unto death! To live for me! And to die for me!"

"I’ll kill who I want, and I’ll fuck who I want! No one can defy me! No one *will* defy me! And to ensure I can *always* do whatever I want, I must possess invincible power!"

"Perhaps some people won’t accept me, but when the vast majority of the world trusts me, believes I am the noblest Hero and the greatest of kings, how can I possibly be wrong?!"

"I won’t be! As long as the foolish are ignorant, and the rest are too afraid to rebel, what wrongs could I possibly commit?!"

"And even if I am wrong, it will ultimately be the world’s fault! The fools’ fault! The weak’s fault!"

"This is my path. My... Dao!"

As Mephit listened to Westheid’s declaration, she parried his onslaught with ease.

She could feel his breath on her face. A deep, indelible blush colored her exquisite features. Her cherry-red lips parted slightly as she spoke, her voice trembling.

"Ahhh... Such tyrannical and arrogant ambition... Such a self-centered and insane conviction... Duke Qinghui... I can feel your resolve. I can feel your lust for domination. It’s making me... I can’t control myself."

Westheid noticed the change in Mephit. He could sense it even amidst their high-speed battle. He froze for a second, then said with amusement:

"So *this* is what you meant by being ’ravaged’? You’re quite the opportunist."

Mephit licked the corner of her mouth, seized an opening, and plunged her Great Sword into his side. The sharp Silver Sword ripped through his muscle before lodging itself against bone as hard as steel.

Westheid simply traded wound for wound, swinging Shadow-Born to strike the blue-haired Knightess’s shoulder.

SQUELCH—

Under the protection of Steel Will, Westheid’s attack—one capable of cleaving a Riding God Giant Statue in two—could not destroy a human body. It only managed to inflict a limited wound.

Mephit’s scapula was nearly split open, yet her expression was unconcerned. She tilted her head, a sweet, lovesick smile gracing her lips.

"What can I do? It’s not just me. Any knightess in all of Yonglan would be helpless after hearing words like yours. Honestly... I want to rape you. This desire is growing stronger and stronger. I can’t hold it back... Ravish!"

’The audacity of this bitch!’

To this day, Westheid had only ever been on the receiving end with Mivana. That in itself wasn’t the most dignified affair, but what happened with the Wolf-eared Maiden could at least be written off as a kinky game between lovers.

But Mephit’s intentions were crystal clear. She wanted to beat him to his knees and subject him to Star Fury Power!

This couldn’t be explained away by any excuse. It was, quite simply, the victor’s spoils, the ultimate humiliation to be inflicted upon the vanquished—and it was absolutely intolerable!

Westheid was so furious he almost laughed, his expression twisting in a grimace.

"Hah... You bastard. Do you plan to take me as a trophy? You animal! How dare you? *How could you dare?!*"

Mephit and Westheid wrenched their embedded blades free at almost the same instant. As blood sprayed from their wounds, it spattered across the blue-haired Knightess’s exquisite face. Her smile and tone grew even more frenzied.

"Hahahaha! Are you angry? But this pilgrimage is a trial where the winner is crowned king and the loser is condemned. If a King Claimant cannot overcome the likes of me, then it is only right they be punished, no? Of course, if you defeat me, then *I* can be your ’animal,’ your loyal dog, wagging its tail and begging for your favor!"

"Come! Tame me! Or I shall tame you! Either outcome is so thrilling I could die! Ahhh... Praise the Divine Ancestor! Praise Yonglan! ’May the dagger’s brand upon my flesh make me tremble without words! May such pain be my constant companion, that my battle-fury never ceases!’"

’She’s insane!’

’I have to put everything I have on the line to defend my dignity!’

As her words scattered on the wind, Mephit’s assault grew even more vicious and frenzied. The epicenter of their duel finally began to move, kicking up a storm as they fought at speeds the naked eye could not follow. Every unblocked strike manifested on the plains as a hundred-meter-tall blade of pure pressure. Any unlucky soul who failed to dodge in time would be instantly maimed.

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