Hyper-Dimensional Player

In a void space.

The shadow of the Dark Monarch-Glazest appeared, and the dark giant transformed from Duncan held this weak Demon Lord, with just a grasp, crushed its divine consciousness to pieces.

"Erase the divine will of the Dark Monarch-Glazest."

"Digesting the divinity of the Demon Lord."

Duncan was awakened by a sensation wrapped in gentle softness. When he opened his eyes, a faint golden light flashed in his pupils.

He looked down at the Mother of Great Bliss before him, and beside him were Selena-Shadowcharm and Alevia-Huanmeng, the elf twins still in a deep slumber. Covered with a thin silk blanket, they seemed to hear the Mother of Great Bliss’s murmur, and struggled to rise from their tender bodies.

"Take a good rest today."

Duncan gently stroked the silky hair of the Mother of Great Bliss, got up without any reluctance, and covered her with the velvet blanket.

Outside the door, a servant from the Church of Joy entered. Aelia-Laughing whispered, keeping her head down, ignoring the disarray of the bed, and helped Duncan dress. When the Mother of Great Bliss was around, she had no right to serve and could only wait in the outer room, as after all, the Mother of Great Bliss was still the Matriarch of the Church of Joy.

"My lord."

"Victor has sent the message you asked for," Aelia-Laughing said softly.

Hearing her words, Duncan’s spirit was instantly invigorated.

He immediately got ready, ignoring the half-demon human form in the projection, and hurried to the study outside the room.

The half-demon human form is doing quite well at present.

Glazest’s offspring are fighting fiercely, which conveniently allows this human form to muddle through. Moreover, it is also quite an important window period as Di Maoge Gen is busy plotting a terrible scheme, and the Undead Monarch has just played himself to death.

The Three Giants of the Abyss are all inactive, just at a period when the small fry of the Bottomless Abyss are active.

In the study.

As soon as Duncan entered, he saw Sharella-Tebron, smiling. Dressed in a luxurious pale gold robe, she looked at the kiss marks on Duncan’s neck, showing a hint of jealousy, and said with a slight mockery, "It seems you were quite busy last night."

Duncan didn’t even glance at her, directly picking up the secret technique files on top and started reading.

Della-Isgir, standing nearby, seemed calm, but her small nose twitched, as if she smelled a pervasive and licentious scent, making her cheeks slightly blush, for she had not yet experienced such madness.

They had stayed in the villa next door that night.

With the Wealth Church’s financial abilities, buying the house next to Duncan’s was a breeze, though they didn’t expect to hear cat calls all night, making it hard for the two of them to sleep.

"Why are you so interested in a Candlekeep mage’s adopted son?"

"Is there something special about him?"

Della-Isgir curiously observed Duncan before her. Since returning from rescuing the Goddess of Wealth, Duncan’s daily life was about training and exercising, showing indifference to the power of the two major churches and not interfering with their power struggles with the Mother of Great Bliss.

If there was anything, it would be his closeness to Lady Sestha White of the Church of Love and the giant dragon of the Forest of Commensurate.

Della-Isgir sometimes suspected if this man was attracted to those two dragons.

Given her understanding of Duncan and his formidable strength, it wasn’t impossible, as Lady Tailinya, the bronze dragon, and Lady Selinia, the silver dragon, both transformed into top-notch beauties.

This man hardly had any hobbies.

Sometimes it even made people think his life consisted only of slaughter, combat, and training. If the Mother of Great Bliss couldn’t bring him more new pleasures, then these two female dragons could indeed do so. Besides, from Lady Tailinya and Lady Selinia’s attitudes, they seemed quite interested in this man too.

Dragons also like strong beings, and dragons have different ideas compared to humans.

Della-Isgir had her own information channels and knew that the two beautiful half-elf maidens beside the Mother of Great Bliss had recently been spending time with her frequently.

Was it to try something other than humans?

Della-Isgir had no doubt that with Duncan’s current power and status, if he beckoned, numerous Joyful Priests within the Church of Joy would throw themselves at him voluntarily.

"He’s quite special."

Duncan unfolded the secret message in his hand, which had a magically drawn face of a young man, slightly green and reckless, a human warrior, along with detailed information about him, including his adoptive father-Gorion, and his sister Imoen.

Imoen recently arrived at Candlekeep, just thirteen years old, a talented thief.

Gorion was a scholar at Candlekeep, rather prestigious, and could communicate with Candlekeep’s administrators. As long as he didn’t cause trouble or leave Candlekeep, they should be safe from harm.

Candlekeep’s administrators are also quite formidable.

"Chaneem!"

"Abode Har-Adain!"

"The foremost Slaughter Divine Son."

"The last to ascend Baal’s throne, but gave up to become the Slaughter God, Chaneem."

"Finally coming?"

"An era where legends are as common as dogs, and witch demons roam everywhere."

Demigod Witch Demons, ancient giant dragons, elemental monarchs, etc., all appear insignificant under the lively aura of the many Slaughter Divine Sons.