Chapter 176: The World of Loreua
"The Loria Empire, huh..."
The name tasted different on her tongue than it did on Liliana’s.
Contrary to what many might assume about Amber because of her adventurous spirit, she had never roamed.
During her years as a disciple of the Academy of Veils, she had visited the Loria Kingdom more than once and had seen, with her own eyes, how closely she matched its people....
Down to the exact shade of brown hair and the same warm brown eyes.
Yet no matter how carefully she searched, even when she spent Divinity to dig deeper, she had never found a true connection to anyone there.
In the end, she had stopped minding.
Liliana had always been the one who mattered most, ever since the day the Red Lady found her and gave her a place that truly felt like home.
Now, as her thoughts began to drift, an intriguing thought crossed her mind.
"How did mother even find me in the first place?" she muttered under her breath.
Turning back to the status screen, she narrowed her eyes.
"Show me the cost to replay the day I was adopted."
[God-Ranked Information — 700,000 DP]
Seeing the price, Amber’s eyes went wide.
"Oh... Hell no." She let out a long sigh, the sound dripping with both irritation and reluctant resignation.
"Seriously, what could make that day so ridiculously expensive?"
In that moment, she didn’t even want to ask outright about the cost of discovering her connection to this place.
If her adoption had already been so steep in price, it was obvious that getting direct answers would cost even more.
Without a moment’s pause, she silently stepped off the mountain’s edge.
Then... a free-fall took her at once
The wind roared past her ears and tugged at her clothes, molding the fabric against the full curves of her breasts and the rounded shape of her ass as she plummeted through the open air.
Even while falling, she continued turning the new information over in her mind.
Contrary to what one might expect...
Given that four of the five worlds in the Orin Star System had long been under invasion and considering that Loreua served as the gathering place for all their leaders, it would seem logical to assume there would be four Leaders or Pantheons present here.
But that wasn’t the reality.
Instead, there were five—excluding the Loria Empire, the very faction hosting the entire meeting.
The presence of this unexpected figure lingered in her mind, as her feet struck the earth of an open field with controlled force, grass bending flat around the point of impact.
Amber straightened, her brown hair falling neatly around her shoulders, and gazed across the unfamiliar landscape with calm curiosity.
"Well," she said, a smile spreading across her face, "the best way to get intel... is to roll up your sleeves and find out for yourself."
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The world of Loreua was not divided into continents the way younger worlds were.
In the vast verse of Pantheos, age shaped the very landscape of worlds.
Loreua, now 300 Eras old, had long since passed the 200-Era mark, when worlds merged into one colossal supercontinent—so immense that even Cosmic Union cultivators would need millennia to journey from one end to the other.
The land of Loreua stretched on without end, where towering mountain ranges rolled into boundless plains, which in turn faded into ancient forests, and those gave way to cities older than the oldest surviving bloodlines.
Life here had never so much as hesitated at the arrival of foreign Pantheons.
The Loria Empire was no fragile realm; it stood with a strength that allowed it to meet those encroaching powers as equals, speaking its mind without ever lowering its voice.
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"Ahh~"
"Mmh~"
"Yes... that feels so good!"
Deep inside the heart of the Loria Empire, behind layers of stone and layered privacy formations, a wide chamber was filled with heat, perfume, and the low, continuous sounds of indulgence.
The air was thick and humid, carrying the mingled scents of sweat-slick skin, sweet wine, burning herb smoke, and the unmistakable musk of sex.
Soft lamplight painted everything in warm gold, glinting off bare shoulders, the curve of hips, and the wet sheen between parted thighs.
Dozens of women occupied the space in various... states of nakedness.
On a wide pile of cushions near the left wall, three of the women had tangled together in a slow, unhurried knot; the wet sounds of tongues and fingers were accompanied by soft, breathless laughter and the occasional sharp intake of breath.
One of them murmured, "Slower... right there," while another answered with a low, amused moan.
A few steps away, another pair of women shared a long-stemmed pipe, fragrant smoke spiraling upward as one remarked with a half-laugh.
"If the court saw us like this, they’d lose their minds."
The other smiled and replied, "Yeah, right... with Princess Milan being here, they should know what happens after dark."
Nearby, the soft chime of glass on glass came from a corner where several women lounged with wine, their talk meandering from idle court gossip to unabashed praise for a certain mouth that had left someone trembling before them.
At the center of all this, reclining on a wide chaise with a glass of deep red wine balanced loosely in one hand, sat the Ancestor who had once operated in the shadows of Kalpa.
The same woman who had orchestrated the long, quiet ploy surrounding the Blackwood Kingdom.
"Ahhh~"
Her attention remained fixed on her daughter... the former Queen of Loria, who lay spread open a short distance away while another woman worked between her thighs with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.
The Queen’s breath had grown short and uneven, hips beginning to lift in restless search of release, soft broken sounds slipping from her throat with every pass of the other woman’s mouth.
"I..I’m close!"
CREAKKKK!!!!!
However... before that climax could arrive, the heavy door at the far end of the chamber opened with a low, deliberate sound.
A man with the classic features of the Loria bloodline... the brown hair and brown eyes, stepped inside.
The ambient noise of the room dipped for a moment as several women glanced over, then resumed at a slightly lower volume.
His gaze swept the chamber once before settling on the Ancestor with clear disapproval.
"Tsk... Milan," he called, voice cutting cleanly through the softer sounds. "It is time you stopped celebrating such a minor victory. We need to begin infiltration into the world of Kalpa soon.
The Pantheons and the Emperor are nearing the end of their meeting."
Hearing his intrusion, Milan’s expression tightened with open frustration.
"Brother..." She muttered as she looked at him with mild disgust, the wine glass still balanced in her fingers, the scent of the room clinging to her bare skin.
"I don’t understand..." she said after a long pause.
She set the glass aside and stood up.
"Why do you think... you can order me around?"
Her body remained bare as she walked toward him; only when she reached his side did dark robes weave themselves around her figure in a smooth, practiced motion.
Without another word, the two of them left the chamber together.
The door closed behind them with a solid, final sound, and the layered noises of the women—soft laughter, wet kisses, the low murmur of resumed conversation—rose once more to fill the warm, heavy air.