Slowly stretching his thick wrist, popping the joints with a sharp crack, he simply looked toward the nearby grand window, the moonlight casting long, imposing shadows over his scarred, muscular physique. He lazily walked over and sat down heavily on a plush, highly expensive leather sofa. He let out a long, highly satisfied gasp as he completely relaxed himself, entirely pulling his mind away from the overwhelming, sticky scent of those highly demanding won.
The silence of the hallway was absolute, a perfect, calming contrast to the wet, sloppy sounds of relentless pounding that had filled his ears for hours.
Suddenly, with a sharp, digital chi that only he could hear, a glowing blue window violently popped up directly in his line of sight. He squinted slightly, reading the floating text perfectly enclosed in a neat, glowing square bracket.
[ Healing Blessing - Triple S Rank - Derived from the target: Seleyena ]
Seeing the highly anticipated notification, a dark, incredibly satisfied smile slowly spread across Cruxius’s face. He let out a low, amused chuckle.
"Heh... it seems that she is actually quite good at her work," he murmured to himself, his voice echoing softly in the empty hallway.
He ant that quite literally. The sheer, overwhelming success of this acquisition was entirely due to Dorothy’s impeccable handling of the situation. Seleyena had rapidly been becoming a terrifying, highly unstable yandere, completely obsessed with him to a dangerous, violent degree, actively showing the distinct, terrifying traits of an obsessive woman who would gladly destroy the world just to keep him.
Anticipating the absolute disaster that a fully realized yandere of her power level could cause, he had strategically sent her away, pairing her directly with Dorothy. It was a masterstroke of manipulation, overall completely calming her down, tempering her raging, obsessive love into sothing entirely devoted, stable, and highly beneficial to his own goals.
Seeing the notification now, he completely understood exactly how Seleyena’s incredible ability was seamlessly given to him. Since her terrifying, yandere love had finally completely stabilized under Dorothy’s careful watch, the system had rewarded him imnsely. He had already successfully seen the distinct notifications for ’Dinsional Morph’ and ’Kyno Control’, and now, the ultimate prize—the ’Healing Blessing’.
Curious to test the sheer potency of this newly acquired, Triple S Rank ability, he slowly looked downwards towards his own exhausted, completely drained cock.
His large, calloused hand lazily moved over his heavy, bruised groin. As his fingers made contact with his skin, he ntally activated the newly acquired skill.
Instantly, a brilliant, highly concentrated burst of warm, erald green light violently poured out from his palm, entirely enveloping his entire lower half.
The effect was absolutely instantaneous and entirely terrifying. His massive, heavy cock, which had just been completely emptied of endless loads of seed, instantly erected itself with a violent, bone-snapping speed. It shot straight up, completely rigid, exactly as if he had not just entirely emptied his balls re monts ago.
It felt exactly like his heavy, aching balls were instantly becoming incredibly heavier, completely refilling with thick, highly potent seed in a matter of re seconds. His thick cock beca deeply flushed, pulsing with an angry, terrifying heat as the erald light washed over the battered flesh.
All of the distinct, painful little teeth marks that the incredibly feisty Evangeline had previously left angrily imprinted on his shaft began completely vanishing, lting away into perfectly smooth, unblemished skin. His monstrous weapon beca completely as new as before, completely restored to its peak, terrifying condition.
The sudden, violent erection tightened impossibly hard, causing thick, pulsing, dark green vines to beco distinctly visible, wrapping around the massive girth of his cock, a clear, terrifying physical manifestation of the Triple S Rank Healing Blessing actively surging through his veins.
Looking down at the terrifying, pulsing, vine-wrapped monster standing at full, absolute attention between his muscular thighs, Cruxius simply smirked, a dark, highly arrogant sound escaping his lips.
"That works," he stated simply, imnsely pleased with the absolute, reality-breaking power now entirely at his disposal.
Before he could even begin to contemplate returning to the bedroom to utterly destroy the two won with his newly restored, highly volatile weapon, a sudden, highly important thought completely shifted his focus.
He quickly looked towards the nearby glass coffee table, his crimson eyes instantly locking onto the sleek, black television remote. Since his perfectly enhanced mory suddenly recalled that today was a very particular, highly anticipated date in the tiline, he knew exactly what was about to happen.
He reached out, his thick fingers smoothly clicking on the remote. The massive, flat-screen television mounted on the far wall instantly flared to life, casting a bright, highly sterile light across his naked, perfectly healed, muscular body.
He imdiately flipped to the global supernatural news network, his eyes narrowing as he saw the breaking news banner flashing violently across the bottom of the screen. The highly secretive Zone B had finally, officially activated their absolute intrusion policies.
Naturally, the massive, global supervision organizations were moving much, much faster than anyone had initially anticipated. But to a reincarnated anomaly like Cruxius, this entirely accelerated tiline was entirely, completely expected.
He watched the shaky, highly chaotic helicopter footage playing on the screen, his dark, terrifying aura completely filling the silent hallway as the cara suddenly zood in on a solitary, incredibly imposing figure standing amidst absolute, total destruction.
Seeing the distinctly familiar, highly arrogant posture of the man on the screen, Cruxius leaned forward, his massive, vine-wrapped cock still throbbing heavily against his stomach as a truly evil, highly predatory grin completely overtook his face.
"Here you are..." Cruxius whispered, his voice dripping with pure, unadulterated malice and overwhelming anticipation. "...Sword God."
Cruxius remained sprawled on the plush leather sofa, his massive, naked fra glistening under the sterile glow of the television. The newly healed cock between his powerful thighs stood like a living weapon—thick, vein-ridged, and wrapped in pulsing dark-green vines from the Triple S Healing Blessing. It throbbed heavily against his abs, still slick from Lira’s throat and Ytrisia’s ruined pussy, the head flushed an angry purple and leaking a single, lazy bead of fresh precum.
On the massive screen, the global supernatural news feed zood in on absolute chaos. Amid the smoking craters and shattered skyscrapers of the intrusion zone, the Sword God stood motionless. His legendary blade—long, silver-edged, and humming with divine killing intent—was held loosely in one hand, the tip resting against the broken concrete as if the weapon itself weighed nothing. He ignored the frantic helicopter spotlight sweeping over him, ignored the shouting reporters below, ignored the entire world screaming his na. Instead, he reached into his coat, pulled out a sleek black phone, and answered it with the sa bored indifference he gave to the apocalypse around him.
Cruxius’s crimson eyes narrowed with dark delight. A low, predatory chuckle rolled from his chest.
He grabbed his own phone from the glass coffee table, thick fingers moving with lazy confidence. The call connected on the first ring.
"Hey, Darithi," he said, voice low and rough, still laced with the afterglow of endless fucking. "Find out about the whereabouts of an Indian who went on a trip to Japan currently, nad Priyanka."
A short pause on the other end. Then the voice ca back, sharp with surprise.
"Wait, young master, isn’t that na—?"
Cruxius simply smiled, slow and wicked. His free hand slid down the hard ridges of his abs, fingers wrapping around the thick, vine-wrapped base of his cock. He stroked it once—slow, deliberate, squeezing the heavy shaft from root to tip. A low, satisfied breath escaped him as he tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling, the glowing vines pulsing brighter under his grip.
"Yeah," he murmured, voice dripping with filthy anticipation. "She’s the 37-years old ex-wife of Sword God."
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