Chapter 228: The Pipa Regrets Testing Him
The pipa spirit stared at Damian for a long moment before finally lifting one pale hand and lightly plucking a string.
TRIIING...
The sound spread through the darkness.
The [Forbidden Deep Tomb] disappeared from Damian’s eyes.
A second later, Damian found himself standing inside a luxurious palace.
Soft music echoed through the air, warm light filled the grand hall, and beautiful women surrounded him from every side.
Some poured wine into his glass, others danced gracefully, while a few leaned closer, smiling sweetly as they flirted with him.
Damian blinked. A moment later, his eyes slowly brightened, and for one brief second, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.
A woman in red robes walked closer and touched his arm. "Young Master Damian, why are you standing there?"
Another woman in blue smiled gently. "Come sit with us."
Damian looked around and smiled, directly joining the women. "Sure, sure. Let’s play around, shall we?"
The women laughed softly and crowded around him even more. One gently held his hand, while another leaned against his shoulder.
Practically every woman there looked at him as if he were the only man in the world... the only one who mattered.
Damian sat down on a golden chair, enjoying the scene with obvious satisfaction. After a few moments, however, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The women here were not only beautiful, but also gentle and obedient. Yet for some reason, his heart felt strangely empty.
Damian rubbed his chin. "Wait a minute..."
The woman in red blinked. "Young Master?"
Damian stared at her for a few breaths before his expression suddenly became serious. "You... don’t have a multiplier."
The woman froze, not understanding what Damian was talking about.
Damian, however, understood immediately. He quickly looked around at every woman there, and not a single one of them had a pipa.
At that moment, realization struck him.
He was basically inside a test created by the pipa spirit.
A moment later, Damian suddenly grinned. "I see... so this is the test she gave me, huh? Quite good."
The women around him leaned closer, their voices becoming softer and sweeter.
"Young Master Damian, why think so much?"
"Stay with us."
"We can give you everything."
Damian looked at them and grinned. "Heheh. Of course. Let’s play around, shall we?"
He leaned back lazily, his eyes full of shameless amusement. "After all, I already know this is just an illusion."
The women paused slightly.
Damian looked around once more. "From what I’ve seen in novels, the test should be whether I can break free, right?"
His smile became even more wicked. "If that’s the case, then before I break it... I might as well enjoy myself a little."
The woman in red leaned closer again.
Damian reached out and lightly lifted her chin, his tone playful and shameless. "Come on then. Let’s see how good this illusion really is."
The palace music became sweeter.
The women smiled again and surrounded him like a dream.
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Outside the illusion, the pipa spirit silently watched everything.
At first, her expression was calm, but a moment later, it turned cold. Then came confusion, before her face finally twisted with anger. "What the hell is wrong with this man?"
Inside the illusion, Damian had clearly realized it was fake.
Normally, a candidate should either break free, resist temptation, or collapse under desire.
Damian did none of those things.
This shameless bastard knew it was an illusion and still decided to enjoy it.
The pipa spirit watched as Damian shamelessly indulged himself with the illusory beauties, looking every bit like some degenerate young master who had finally found his heaven.
Her eye twitched.
A second later, she finally decided she had seen enough. "This is enough. I am not watching this anymore."
Inside the illusion, Damian was on the verge of climax, but at that very moment, the pipa spirit plucked a string.
TRIIING!
In an instant, the luxurious palace and the women shattered completely.
Damian’s eyes widened as the entire illusion broke apart around him.
A second later, he returned to the dark [Forbidden Deep Tomb], still heavily injured, still covered in blood, and still wearing a deeply dissatisfied expression. "Damn it!"
He looked at the pipa spirit with obvious resentment. "I was almost there! How can you cut the test at that exact moment? Isn’t that unfair?"
The pipa spirit’s face darkened from anger. "Unfair? You already knew it was an illusion, yet instead of breaking it, you used it for your own entertainment."
Damian coughed weakly. "That means my mind was stable."
The pipa spirit scoffed. "That means your shame is dead."
Damian sighed. "Many people say that."
The pipa spirit stared at him for several breaths, then coldly said, "You passed."
Damian blinked. "Oh?"
The pipa spirit’s voice became colder. "You saw through the illusion, remembered reality, and were not controlled by desire. Unfortunately, you were simply too shameless to leave it willingly. Still, you passed the test."
Damian nodded proudly. "So I passed with style."
The pipa spirit twitched. "You passed in the most disgusting way possible."
Damian grinned. "Still passed."
The pipa spirit did not want to argue anymore.
She simply plucked another string.
TRIIING...
A faint musical aura floated from her body and entered Damian’s chest.
His expression changed slightly.
The terrifying weapon pressure around him weakened, and his body finally became a little lighter.
The pipa spirit said, "I gave you some of my aura. It will let you walk better in this area."
Damian’s eyes brightened. "Oh? You’re actually nice."
She ignored him and said coldly, "Remember your promise. Gift me to that woman, or else..."
Before Damian could answer, the pipa turned into a stream of light and entered his storage ring.
Damian stared blankly.
A moment later, he shouted, "Hey, wait a minute! How can you ignore me and leave me hanging like that?"
The pipa spirit ignored him and slept inside the storage ring.
Damian clicked his tongue. "Damn pipa. No sense of responsibility."