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Regarding plans after one month of working at 10,000 yuan per day.
I feel like I'll probably be updating sporadically with two chapters a day from now on? After all, the author isn't feeling too well. Maintaining consistent updates is possible, but the author hasn't really had much rest lately.
I haven't played many new games, and I haven't accumulated many drafts. From now on, I'll probably focus on accumulating drafts and taking care of my health.
Chapter 95 The First Dead City Zombie Transformation
While breakfast was being prepared on one side, a completely different scene unfolded on the other.
The injured Sirius, with tears in her eyes, used the communication crystal to contact Lutafia.
Looking closely at her, her pale purple forked cat tail was covered in dust, and her two originally upright cat ears were drooping down.
"Waaaaah! Princess Lutafia!"
“That Zhong Liuxiu…and Princess Elulu, they easily repelled the zombies that Hoshina and I were leading! Even Hoshina was captured.”
Seeing her subordinate's life-or-death state, Lutafya said calmly:
"Yeah, I know~"
This only added to Silis's sense of grievance. The little cat demon, once a vampire, immediately looked at Lutafia with pitiful eyes, the meaning clear:
"Qin He and Zhong Liuxiu are too monstrous! We simply can't beat them."
……
“Sillis, you don’t need to worry. My original goal was not to take down Qin Xiahe and Zhong Liuxiu with just the two of you good-for-nothings.”
"Moreover, it seems that Qin He has found a way to purify zombies. It was my latest necromancy research... but Xing Nai was turned back into a human."
"Now that I've lost control over Hoshina, she's probably free, right?"
Lutafya deliberately told Celis that Qin He could turn zombies back into humans, intending to test this silly cat on him.
Upon hearing this news, Siris's cat ears stood up like antennas, but then suddenly drooped down.
"Your Highness Lutafya, we still don't know what Qin He's method for curing zombies is. If he has a way to cure all the zombies in the city, then..."
On the other side, Lutafya waved her hand and said:
"Alright, if he had that ability, why didn't he use it sooner? There must have been some limitations."
"As for not being able to defeat them... our current fighting strength is indeed insufficient, but you don't need to worry. Next, I'll let the zombies in the city fight each other."
"The victor will obtain the loser's core. If the zombie core is directly given to the zombie for refining, it will be a direct addition and subtraction with minimal loss. As a magical beast, the zombie will also completely lose its magic core and merge into the core."
In other words, when zombies in the city start plundering each other's cores, the most powerful zombies will emerge!
"What kind of zombies will emerge from this dead city? Ninth-tier, or even Saint-level?"
"As for those defeated and dead zombies, my spell will change—transforming them into 'decaying branches' rooted in the earth."
In this way, the corpses of monsters and their cores, these valuable materials, will all become breeding grounds for zombies.
"Once the 'Rotting Branches' take root in the earth, they will absorb demonic energy, acting as a mother to produce soulless zombies. The Rotting Branches will mimic the forms of the dead zombies, recreating the corresponding zombies."
In this way, as long as the decaying branch is not destroyed... it can continuously absorb demonic energy!
For example, if a red dragon zombie is defeated and turns into a decaying branch, it will absorb magical energy and give birth to a new red dragon zombie that is just as powerful!
Lutafya was quite aware that Qin He and his group had plundered a lot of treasures in the recent battles.
Although this was something Lutafya was happy to see—training Qin He and enriching his resources.
However, everything has its limits.
Especially the evil weapon Qin He obtained, the chain scythe called the Bloodthirsty Reaper... that thing has become a treasure that Qin He can accompany for a long time.
If Qin He were to become wealthy too quickly, the joy of nurturing his character would undoubtedly be lost.
She orchestrated this zombie game so that Qin He would have fun... but also face a near-death experience.
Furthermore, even if the zombie's body material cannot be obtained and utilized, it does not mean that the human zombie's weapons and supplies will also turn into decaying branches.
Qin He could still profit if he wanted to, as long as he didn't die at the hands of the evolved zombies.
Lutafya, also seated on the throne, swirled her wine glass, eagerly anticipating Qin He's next move.
Where Hillis couldn't see, she was already holding a collar, which was prepared for Qin He.
"Hehehe~ Qin He, the legendary successor of Nidhogg. Before you can awaken your powers, what exactly can you do?"
"Let's wait and see."
……
As Lutafya's magic changed, the zombies that had almost filled the entire city suddenly glared at each other with sharp red eyes, and then began to fight each other!
Zombies used to dig up each other's skulls and steal their cores, but this time, Lutafia summoned some beautiful zombies to the palace, saving them the possibility of being encountered and healed by Qin He.
Based on her guess, Qin He might only be able to treat the beautiful zombies. If only the relatively ugly ones remained in the city, perhaps Qin He's treatment methods wouldn't be effective.
After swallowing the core of the defeated zombie, those zombies immediately shone with a brilliant light!
Ignoring their opponents, the zombies, rapidly adapting to the surge in power within their bodies, immediately find their next adversary and begin fighting again.
After careful consideration, Lutafya took a sip of red wine. She then began to weave and rewrite the spell once more!
"Perhaps... we should increase the difficulty a bit more? After all, you already have the Cyber Doom Dragon. Hmm! Then let all the decaying branches gain mobility and converge in the center of the dead city to form a decaying divine tree~"
"Only when the Electronic End Dragon, having reached the pinnacle of Sainthood, is successfully awakened can the Rotten Divine Fruit growing on the Rotten Divine Tree be harvested."
"Otherwise, the entire city, whether it be buildings or other life... will be swallowed up."
Having calculated that Qin He wouldn't cower and try to save his own life, but would instead focus on finding the key, Lutafiya's current task was naturally to put even more pressure on him.
"Hmph~ Qin He, do you dare to go out and pick up something now? The weather has changed~ Be careful!"
Just as Lutafya was mischievously sketching out Qin He's upcoming adventures, a graceful figure wielding two sharp swords burst through the Valley of the Dead!
"Lucafia, I heard everything! You twisted the creatures in the dead city into zombies, and then you played with them and pieced them together into that... that rotten divine tree..."
The zombies and undead guards inside the Lutafia Palace have all been defeated! The newcomer is none other than Yuu, the chosen one of the goddess of civilization, Gaia Umino!
"Oh? What's wrong? They're just ants whose lives are easily controlled. If all else fails, I'll take your bet."
As she spoke, Lutafya suddenly had the death halo of a messenger from the underworld shining above her head!
A menacing black scythe, the Grim Reaper's weapon, gripped her hand, making her wine-red rose evening gown appear even more alluring...
"I'm betting on Qin He to win—he'll ride that powerful pseudo-dragon at the peak of the Saint realm and utterly shatter the decaying divine tree I planted—"
"And if he succeeds, I will petition His Highness Heraheim to resurrect all the lives I killed in this playful act!"
You Jiu was stunned for a moment, then she thought of the use of the decaying branch to absorb demonic energy—
"So that's how it is! You used the decaying branch to absorb demonic energy to accumulate a massive amount of power, just to use it to pay for the demonic core Qin He obtained and to reshape and revive the lives in the entire dead city..."
Although Youjiu had some understanding of the plan, her purpose in coming here was to fight Lutafia.
In fact, Hraheim only needed to wave his hand to restore the dead to life with divine power, given the situation within the dead city.
"Of course, I won't bring back the people Qin He killed."
After saying that, Lutafya wielded the huge Death Scythe and rushed towards Youjiu!
"—Enough with the nonsense, are we starting? Fine, let me teach you a lesson!"
The twin swords of gods and demons in their hands immediately met the attack, marking the first encounter between the two chosen ones.
Instantly, the sword light cleaved the sky and the death scythe swept across mountains and rivers. The stone pillars supporting the palace were blasted into collapse and shattered in the blink of an eye by the enormous energy that was released!
The entire palace in the Valley of the Dead was in imminent danger due to this extreme clash!
"Go outside to fight? I'm too lazy to dismantle your doghouse full of bones."
Looking at the undead creatures inside the hall, You Jiu naturally felt utter contempt.
"Oh? The dignified Chosen One, the Sword Warrior You Jiu, is actually afraid of not being able to afford to compensate me for a small palace?"
The scythe slashed again, tearing through space and drawing the two into a strange realm—
"Youjiu~ I don't mind defeating you before I subdue Qin He."
"Enough with the nonsense. Are you going to summon zombies to bite me next?"
Extra Chapter 1: The Soft Bath of Qin's Mother and Aunt Zhong
That year, Qin He was fourteen years old, and Zhong Liuxiu had just turned nine.
"Hiss, whoosh..."
As soon as he got home, Qin He followed his familiar routine of changing his shoes and taking off his clothes. Wiping away the sweat from his brow, he prepared to take a shower.
"Little He~ You went running again? Look how sweaty you are. Go change your clothes!"
The woman before him, smiling and urging Qin He to come inside, was Zhong Liuxiu's mother, Zhong Xiling, the woman he usually called Aunt Zhong.
Aside from her height, Chung Liu-hsiu inherited her excellent genes perfectly, and both mother and daughter are stunningly beautiful.
She had a full and shapely figure, with hips that were even wider than her shoulders. Yet her waist was as slender as the neck of a porcelain bottle, so delicate that it could be grasped in one hand.
Whenever her wasp waist and shapely hips are displayed together, one can see Zhong Xiling's enchanting and alluring gait as she sways her body.
Her breasts, full and firm, could only be described as overflowing. Besides their ample, almost overflowing cups, their shape was also exceptional.
Not to mention back then, even now at forty-three years old, Zhong Xiling's snow-white breasts are still perky and round.
She takes good care of herself, and she is also a perfect beauty.
When bent over, it resembles an inverted bell; when lying on its back, it unfolds, becoming as firm and upright as a soft, bouncy pudding. It only slightly expands outward in a soft arc.
Such a pair of soft, supple, and incredibly bouncy things were what Qin He repeatedly buried himself in as a child, enjoying great pleasure.
After all, how could the two mothers be willing to grow old alone? They never intended to be close to any other men, and Qin He was born that year.
In fact, the two beauties, Qin Xinru and Zhong Xiling, had long planned to give themselves to Qin He when he grew up.
If it were an ordinary child, they probably wouldn't even give it a second glance. But Qin He and Zhong Liuxiu were their own flesh and blood, and Qin He would be their future husband.
And there she was… her brightly colored bra, slightly damp with the scent of her sweat, peeked through the thin white men's shirt, revealing a patchwork of floral and flesh-colored hues.
What other men are in this house? What covers this alluring body is naturally just Qin He's shirt.
And this was something he had worn—
Both the top and bottom were a deep purple, alluring, especially the panties squeezed by her full thighs, which added to the mature woman's sensual charm.
The shorts were barely concealed by the hem of the shirt, and Qin He could even clearly see the little bow on them.
The neckline was almost completely unconcealed, perfectly highlighting the two large, plump breasts.
That deep, Mariana Trench-like crevice seemed to possess a strange, irresistible allure, as if it were about to suck Qin He in—
No, it wasn't some mysterious attraction. It was simply that Qin He was being pulled into Zhong Xiling's arms.
Although the weather was hot and humid, the smooth snow cushions seemed to be cool and refreshing due to the altitude.
The fragrant sweat drips down, forming a small, fragrant lake that ripples like pearls.
The rush of moisture gave Qin He a refreshingly smooth feeling.
"Ugh! Aunt Zhong, what are you doing? It's so hot, I'm dying of heat~ First... first let me go."
"What? You don't like Aunt Zhong's breasts being soft and uncomfortable? When you were little, you used to snuggle into my and your mother's arms all the time. What, you've grown up and forgotten where you were fed, raised, and nursed?"
As she spoke, Zhong Xiling even pulled a delicacy out of her bra, as if she wanted to feed him again.
Zhong Xiling and Qin Xinru were indeed babies conceived using advanced technology in a culture chamber, so there would be no breast milk produced.
When Zhong Liuxiu was little, she was very well-behaved. She would hold the bottle and drink by herself, and she never caused them any trouble.
But Qin He was an unexpected child prodigy. Even when he was still an infant, he had intelligence and could distinguish between real milk and a baby bottle.
Furthermore, if there is no breast milk for him to suckle, Qin He will cry loudly.
Even today, Qin He can still remember how he waved his little hands and patted his mother and Aunt Zhong's four big mountains when he was a baby.
The two mothers were in a dilemma. This little one wanted to drink the real milk without any medicine. Where could they conjure up milk from?
They had tried to find a wet nurse, but Qin He was very difficult. He wasn't like ordinary children who would accept anyone who fed them.
Apart from his two mothers, Qin He turned his head away from all the others and refused to drink.
Both mothers have exceptional figures, even among full-figured women of the same age.
The meaning is very clear: