While Lylia was still dazed, Noan had already sealed her lips with his own.
Lylia didn't resist; instead, she responded to him, sinking into the kiss's sweetness.
After a while, they pulled apart.
Lylia's face was flushed red, her eyes slightly misty.
"You're so bad. Is bullying all you know how to do?" Lylia pouted.
"I don't just bully you. I can also 'teach' you a few things in bed," Noan said with a mischievous grin.
Hearing those words, Lylia's face turned even redder.
She gave him a light smack on the chest, then quickly ran toward the teleportation gate.
Noan watched her retreating figure slowly disappear into the crowd, then turned toward the teleportation gate designated for him.
After waiting in line for quite a while, it was finally his turn.
Noan stepped into the familiar teleportation gate, where the four surrounding pillars began to radiate a blinding light.
Imdiately after, a notification panel appeared before him.
[Ding! Would you like to teleport to the 'Singularity Point' or the 'Chaotic World'?]
Seeing this ssage, Noan wasn't particularly surprised.
"If I choose the 'Singularity Point,' what happens?"
[Ding! You will have 10 days in the 'Singularity Point,' after which you will be forcibly transferred to the 'Chaotic World.']
"Good! Then I'll choose the 'Singularity Point.'"
[Ding! Beginning teleportation to the 'Singularity Point.' Please prepare yourself.]
Right after that, darkness enveloped Noan's vision.
…
[Ding! Welco back to the 'Singularity Point.']
The chanical voice snapped Noan into greater alertness.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the sight before him was one he had almost forgotten—
His bedroom is at the base of the 'Singularity Point.'
He stood up and softly called out, "Malrik?!"
There was no response.
He tried again, "Malrik?"
Still no response.
'Could he have been sent straight to the Chaotic Zone?' Noan wondered.
Frowning, he decided to call soone else: "Vylyss?"
"I'm here, Master. Hehehe…"
Vylyss's mischievous voice rang out, bringing a smile to Noan's face.
"Looks like the teleportation gate for Heroes can now only transfer directly to the 'Chaotic World',"
Noan sighed, hoping that in the future, the 'Summoning Space' would expand to accommodate more heroes.
Suddenly, he frowned as he caught a familiar scent lingering on the bed, though he couldn't identify where it ca from or who it belonged to.
He shook his head, feeling like he was overthinking things.
Noan didn't rush to check the 'Storage Space'; instead, he decided to head outside and inspect the surroundings of his territory.
He stepped into the elevator and noticed that everything was functioning normally.
The elevator ascended to the surface — the ground floor.
As the doors slid open, Noan frowned upon seeing that the observation and defence area had been transford into a tea room.
Around him were nurous furnishings: glass cabinets, wooden shelves, and bookcases. There were even a few books resting on the shelves.
A small tea table with a half-finished cup of tea and a neatly placed book stood by the window.
Noan frowned deeper, mumbling, "Could it be... soone ca here and stayed?"
Becoming more alert, he imdiately summoned Vylyss.
She appeared at his side, her expression tense and vigilant.
"Vylyss, you—"
Before Noan could finish his sentence, another voice cut him off.
"So you've finally arrived?"
The familiar voice had barely echoed when Vylyss imdiately raised her hand.
Countless chains tore through the air, lunging toward the source of the sound.
"Ah! No need to be so hostile..."
That seductive voice rang out again.
Clang! Clang!
But the chains struck nothing but empty air.
Realising she had been tricked, Vylyss swiftly turned her head —
Yet before she could react, a strange sensation flooded her entire body.
A numbness and discomfort paralysed her, forcing her to her knees, clutching her neck as if she were struggling to breathe.
Noan frowned, his gaze shifting toward the tea table.
Earlier, there had been no one there — but now, a woman clad in a black robe sat calmly at the table.
Her nails and lips were painted an eerie shade of violet.
Only the lower half of her face was visible, but it was enough for Noan to realise she was stunningly beautiful.
She sat elegantly, sipping tea with the refined grace of a noble.
"Please, have a seat."
Yes — it was Isabell.
Noan glanced at Vylyss, frowning as he said, "Let her go first."
Isabell smiled faintly and gently waved her hand, releasing a swirl of purplish blood mist that enveloped Vylyss's entire body.
Soon after, the deathly pallor on Vylyss's face gradually gave way to a healthier flush.
Still kneeling on the ground, Vylyss clenched her teeth, her eyes burning with fury as she glared at Isabell.
"You'd better keep that lustful dog of yours under control," Isabell said, her voice cold as an iceberg adrift in the ocean. "Otherwise, I'll make sure she dies in excruciating pain."
"You—"
"Enough," Noan barked, cutting off Vylyss.
He waved his hand and said, "Go back to the bedroom first."
"But… Master…" Vylyss protested reluctantly, not wanting to leave Noan alone with Isabell.
Noan understood Vylyss's concern — but what choice did he have?
The opponent was too strong.
Even though Vylyss was already rank B, level 5, she couldn't resist Isabell.
Not to ntion Vylyss — even Aldric, a Fate Holder, wouldn't stand a chance against her.
This clearly showed that Isabell's power far surpassed both Aldric and Vylyss.
Noan wasn't foolish; if Isabell hadn't killed him yet, she needed sothing from him.
And that ant negotiation was possible.
Vylyss bit her lip tightly, then slowly turned and left.
"Wait! The old bedroom is now mine," Isabell suddenly said. "You'll need to find another room."
Noan instantly recalled the strange yet alluring scent in his bedroom.
He frowned and said, "That's supposed to be my room."
"Ah! But now, it's 'our' room," Isabell replied.
Hearing her words, Noan felt puzzled.
Nonetheless, he did his best to reassure Vylyss before having her move to a bedroom on a lower floor.
Once Vylyss had left, only Noan and Isabell remained in the room.
He walked over to the chair opposite Isabell and sat down.
Although his face showed little emotion, his mind remained extrely alert.
Even though he was no match for Isabell, he still had teleportation magic — he could escape at any ti if necessary.
However, thinking about how Isabell had appeared here and in the city, it suggested she possessed so ability similar to his own "Space" talent.
Seeing the look on Noan's face, Isabell chuckled seductively,
"Hahaha... don't worry, I won't harm you. Besides… your scent isn't bad. I like it very much."
She rested her elbows on the table, intertwining her fingers under her chin as she gazed at him with her stunning face.
"You slept in my room?" Noan asked.
"That's right. Your scent was so wonderful that I chose that room to sleep in," Isabell replied with a smile. "This place isn't bad either. I've decided to make it my temporary shelter."
"Look around — do you like how I redecorated it?"
Noan glanced around. Indeed, besides the furniture, there were many flower pots scattered throughout.
Though their appearance was a bit strange, most were in shades of purple.
"Seems like you really love the colour purple," Noan remarked as he poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.
He wasn't afraid of being poisoned — after all, Isabell was so powerful that if she genuinely wanted him dead, he would have died long ago.
Yes, back in the day when Isabell had commanded a swarm of Lickers to attack this place.
As the tea entered his mouth, Noan imdiately tasted a slight bitterness, a lingering sweetness at the throat, and finally, an enchanting aroma filling his nose.
One cup of tea had managed to stir so many sensations within him — clearly, Isabell had a natural gift for brewing tea.
"Does it taste good?" Isabell asked, laughing softly.
Noan nodded honestly, "It's very good. A slight bitterness, a hint of sweetness, and an incredibly fragrant aroma that isn't overpowering."
"Hahahaha..." Suddenly, Isabell burst out laughing.
"Do you know what kind of tea that is?"
Hearing that, Noan stiffened, a suspicion flashing through his mind — 'Could there really be poison in it?'
"Hahahaha… hahaha… You fool..."
Isabell extended a slender finger and tapped lightly on the tip of Noan's nose, saying with a mischievous grin,
"The tea… has my sweat in it."
Noan: "..."
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