Landlord World - Start with SSS talent-Chapter 108: It… was healing.

Time passed, from night to morning.

It wasn’t until the morning that the battle between him and Vylyss finally ended.

At this moment, Noan looked at Vylyss with disbelief, then at that thing of his.

Could he still continue fighting? Meanwhile, Vylyss had completely lost the battle earlier, lying exhausted on his lap, her face filled with satisfaction.

What the hell was happening?

Had he truly become strong enough to defeat Vylyss? Though he still had the desire to keep going, luckily, his urges were no longer as intense as when they had first begun.

Noan took a deep breath and gazed at Vylyss with admiration, satisfaction, and enchantment.

She rubbed her face against his thigh, happily saying, "Master, you’re so powerful. Since when have you become this strong?"

"I even feel so full that I can’t take in anymore."

Vylyss spoke while looking at that thing, still brimming with energy, showing no signs of exhaustion, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit reluctant.

Even as a Succubus, she had never heard of any human being able to endure an entire night with a Succubus, let alone manage to ’defeat’ one.

But now, things were different. After evolving into a Fallen Believer, she understood just how terrifyingly strong she had become.

And yet, she had been defeated by her Master. It puzzled her.

In fact, after the first time, she had completely let go, indulging herself without restraint, but in the end, she still lost.

She wasn’t upset. On the contrary, she felt happy.

Vylyss had evolved into a Fallen Believer, but her essence was still that of a Succubus.

Although she no longer needed to absorb her Master’s ’milk’ as her main source of energy, she still liked it. She still enjoyed ’having fun’ with her Master.

Of course, she also deeply savored the process of ’having fun’ with him.

That was why the stronger her Master became, the happier she felt. Not only did he provide her with more ’milk,’ but he also satisfied her more.

Most importantly, his ’milk’ contained a special energy that made Vylyss addicted, craving more.

However, she already felt so full that she couldn’t take in anymore.

Noan also found it strange. Even after fighting all night, from sunset to sunrise, he still didn’t feel tired.

What was even more special was that he had only lost a small amount of energy, and naturally, he could sense that his energy would recover within a day.

Noan gently slapped Vylyss’s butt, causing her to let out seductive moans.

"Do you really know what’s inside that tomb?" Noan suddenly asked seriously, startling Vylyss.

She bit her lip, lightly shook her head, and said, "Master, do you believe in fate?"

Hearing this, Noan’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

He had to admit, the phrase ’Fate’ had become a sensitive topic that could easily shake him.

But… why did Vylyss bring it up now?

"Master, you’ve started being overly cautious after all that has happened recently." Vylyss explained, "That tomb is indeed an opportunity meant for you, but I don’t understand why you kept rejecting it and refusing to go inside, so I had to trick you."

After saying that, her face showed a hint of shame and guilt as she looked at Noan.

Noan frowned. "How do you know that tomb is an opportunity meant for me?"

"Master, it’s my intuition. That’s why I asked if you believe in Fate." Vylyss said, "Ever since I reached rank B, I’ve been able to sense many things, especially fate. That’s why when I saw the tomb, I immediately felt a deep connection between it and you." Stay tuned for updates on novelbuddy

Vylyss had prepared an explanation in advance for Noan.

She and Malrik had already discussed that they wouldn’t reveal the fact that Malrik could perceive the direction of fate.

If their Master knew, his fate would definitely change, and at that point, even greater, more unpredictable dangers would descend upon him.

Therefore, Vylyss had no choice but to lie to Noan. However, it was a harmless lie. In fact, it was beneficial for him.

Previously, Vylyss had lacked sufficient strength, forcing Noan to be as cautious as he was now, which made her feel incredibly guilty.

Even though she knew Noan had the potential to evolve into both a hero and a monster, the requirements for evolution were extremely strict.

As a result, Vylyss understood that she would remain stuck at rank B for a long time.

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But Noan was different. Fate would guide him and make him stronger. Her mission was to help him seize those opportunities.

Hearing this, the unease in Noan’s heart dissipated.

In truth, he had already sensed that the tomb contained a great opportunity, but he feared the trouble and the dangers, which made him hesitate to reach out for it.

Even though that opportunity would bring him complications, perhaps Vylyss was right.

The wheels of fate had already begun turning, and he had no choice but to be drawn into its cycle.

What he could do now was strive to grow stronger, while making every step he took with extreme caution.

Fate Holders—surely they weren’t ordinary people.

Even if he possessed an SSS-rank talent, he still had to be on guard.

Noan sighed, tapped the tip of Vylyss’s nose, and chuckled. "You tricked me like that, and an apology alone won’t be enough."

"Heh?!" Vylyss suddenly realized what Noan meant and smiled seductively. "Master, you’re right. Let me show you just how sincerely I can ’apologize’."

And so, next, she truly used her mouth to ’apologize’ to Noan.

She ’apologized’ twice a row, consuming so much that her belly felt full before finally stopping.

By noon, after resting, Vylyss helped Noan get dressed like a gentle, loving wife, her face radiating happiness.

Noan summoned the soldiers for the day and then entered the ’Combat Simulation Room,’ choosing to face a Zombie Licker first.

When the Licker appeared, he had no intention of using Abyss Cube but instead wanted to rely on his speed and physical strength to confront it.

Of course, since this was the ’Combat Simulation Room,’ it wouldn’t matter if he got hit or even killed—he would simply revive.

The battle began.

The Licker lunged at Noan at its fastest speed. However, Noan found something strange.

He wasn’t afraid of the Licker.

What was odd was that… the Licker’s speed seemed incredibly slow to his eyes.

That’s right—extremely slow, like a video played at 0.25x speed.

Noan watched as the Licker’s tongue shot toward his head in slow motion.

He tilted his head, effortlessly dodging the drill-like tongue, then swung his fist, punching the creature’s head.

BAM!

A loud explosion echoed as the Licker’s head instantly shattered, leaving Noan stunned.

"What the hell?!" Noan couldn’t help but curse.

He felt his fist had merely struck a cushion, yet the Licker’s head exploded into countless fragments.

Looking at the lifeless Licker on the ground, its skull blown apart by his punch, Noan felt confused.

’Who am I? Where is this place?’

Noan knew his physical strength had increased significantly, but compared to heroes or monsters, he should still be lacking.

Yet using just his fist to shatter a Licker’s head was something that shouldn’t have been possible.

Clenching his fists, still doubtful, he decided to test himself again.

This time, Noan summoned two Lickers, but the result was the same.

He effortlessly smashed their heads.

’Then let’s increase the number a bit.’ Noan frowned, deep in thought.

He wanted to determine his limits, so he summoned ten Lickers.

Still, he won easily without getting hurt, and he hadn’t even used Abyss Cube.

Twenty Lickers.

This time, it was a little tougher, but he still won. It only took slightly longer.

Noan frowned and decided to summon a rank D Zombie Tanker.

BAM!

Noan punched the Zombie Tanker and felt a sharp pain in his fist, bringing tears to his eyes.

However, the Zombie Tanker wasn’t in much better shape. Its face caved in from Noan’s punch, and it collapsed to the ground.

Although it wasn’t dead, this alone was enough to prove just how terrifying Noan’s current strength was.

A Zombie Tanker’s greatest asset was its defense, yet Noan could seriously injure it with his fists.

Not just his physical strength, but his endurance and magical power had also improved significantly.

Noan fought the Zombie Tanker, taking over fifteen minutes to defeat it.

Of course, unlike before, this time, he was wounded by the Zombie Tanker’s claws.

Noan planned to end himself so he could continue battling—after all, in this space, even if he died, he would instantly revive in peak condition.

But just as he thought about suicide, something strange happened to his wound.

It… was healing.