"Since when?" Noan was only slightly surprised, but quickly regained his composure.
Violette tilted her head and smiled, "If you make me happy for a bit, I'll tell you."
Noan snorted with laughter, "Pfff! Hahahaha… You're really funny, Violette. Even in this situation, you still want to do that?"
"Of course!" Violette pouted, "Because you opened the door to a new world for me, so you have to take responsibility. Besides, doing that with you makes me feel more excited, and my power increases significantly, too."
"Oh? You realized that?" Noan sounded a bit intrigued.
"Did you forget what talent I possess?" Violette smiled, "Luckily, thanks to you, I've been able to endure until now. Otherwise, I would have frozen to death in this place already."
"Alright, let's get started then..."
"No!" Noan laughed and shook his head.
"Hm?! Why not?" Violette pouted, clearly displeased.
"Because you're too dirty."
Hearing that, Violette looked down and realized her body really was dirty.
If it were before, she would have been extremely clean, bathing regularly, plus using magic to clean herself—her body would not have even a speck of dust.
But now, after being locked up here for days, her energy had almost run out just from trying to keep her body warm.
"Tsk!" Violette clicked her tongue, "So can you get me out of here?"
"Hmm..." Noan pretended to think, stroking his chin for a while.
"Oy! Are you really going to leave me here?" Violette sounded a little worried.
"No, I'm just thinking of how you can make the most of your usefulness," Noan smiled.
"Huh! I'm too weak now, aside from my healing abilities, I'm not much use." Violette said with discomfort, "If I were stronger, that bitch Maisy would surely have to kneel at my feet."
"Oh? You really mean that?"
"Of course." Violette replied confidently, "That damn woman is only sitting in the Captain's seat because she has a C+ rank Hero. If I had a similar hero, she would just be a whore."
"Noan, if you help me, I'll bring her to your bed and make her serve you like a real whore."
As Violette spoke, her smile was filled with a viciousness that resembled a demon from hell, completely opposite to her usual innocent and gentle appearance.
Noan smiled, "Good! Then… do you want to make a bet with me?"
"A bet?" Violette frowned.
"That's right," Noan replied. "I'll save you, but I need you to follow Zeka."
"Zeka? Why would I follow him? Now that he's become a Dark God, following him is basically accepting death, isn't it?" Violette asked in confusion.
Noan shook his head and replied, "No, he really likes you. He definitely won't harm you."
"I need you to follow him, to control him. If you can do that, I'll give you power, strength, and even… beauty."
As Noan spoke, he reached out and gently stroked Violette's dirty face.
Upon hearing this, her eyes lit up.
She didn't doubt Noan's words at all. The truth had already proven that this man was strange, terrifying, and extremely powerful.
Because of that, Violette believed Noan could do exactly what he just promised.
"If you fail…" Suddenly, Noan's voice turned cold and was filled with killing intent: "I'll throw you to Maisy and let her do whatever she wants with you."
Violette burst into laughter at those words. "Hahahaha… hahahaha… How funny! Hahahaha… I accept this wager. Noan, if I succeed, not only do I want what you just said, I also want to stay by your side, forever."
"Hm?!" Noan chuckled, "Of course, if you succeed, you'll have that chance."
With that, he stood up, grasped Violette's hand, and then teleported them both away from that place.
A moment later, the door to the room opened, and a young man entered. "Violette, it's time… Huh?! She… where did she go?"
"Ah! Escaped, huh?" Maisy was sitting on a wooden chair, her expression lazy but her gaze was full of murderous intent as she looked at the young man.
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Yet she had suddenly disappeared, which confused him greatly.
"Captain, I swear… I don't know anything," he bowed his head, trembling. "I really did lock her in that small house and barricaded it carefully with wooden planks."
"I… I don't understand how she disappeared. There wasn't a single footprint or trace left on the snow, as if… she had completely vanished."
Maisy frowned at his words, and her gaze made the young man tremble even more.
"How long have you been following me?"
"Captain, I've been following you since we first arrived in this world," he replied quickly. "I swear… I'm only loyal to you. I would never—"
"Huh?!" The young man's eyes widened in shock as he looked at Maisy. Then, his eyes rolled back, his mind plunging into darkness.
Behind him, an enormous butterfly had appeared at some point, unnoticed by him.
It had a sharp proboscis that pierced through the young man's skull, then sucked out whatever was inside his head.
A moment later, the butterfly withdrew its proboscis and spun a silk web around the young man, then used its sharp legs to carry him, slowly making its way toward a secret room deep within Maisy's territory.
Maisy walked ahead, smiling as she said, "Don't rush, I promise there will be plenty more food reserves for your offspring."
The wooden door creaked open. Inside, the room was damp and dark, but with a bit of light spilling in, the scene within was clear enough.
It was a bizarre sight—countless large silk cocoons piled up throughout the room.
The butterfly dragged the young man it had just killed inside, spun more silk around him, turning him into another cocoon just like the others in the room.
Maisy stood in the doorway, arms folded across her chest, her expression one of deep satisfaction.
"Ah! Perhaps this still isn't enough, right?"
A strange noise came from the butterfly's mouth. Maisy nodded lightly, "You're right, it's still not enough."
"Well then… more. As soon as those eggs hatch, I won't need this trash anymore. Hahahaha…"
The snowstorm wasn't especially severe, but for those who lacked resources, it was truly a disaster.
No one knew how much time had passed before the storm finally subsided. A vine reached out from beneath the thick snow.
A loud explosion rang out as a sphere made of countless tangled vines slowly rose up from beneath the snow.
However, those vines were now very weak, showing signs of withering.
The sphere of vines slowly broke apart, revealing a young man inside.
That's right, it was Zeka.
Zeka frowned, slowly stood up, and looked around. His wounds had recovered significantly thanks to the "permanent buffs" he now possessed.
"Hahaha… Lucky for me I have those buffs, otherwise I'd have frozen to death by now," Zeka said arrogantly.
However, when he looked down at his two severed arms, his anger only deepened.
"Damn it! Maisy…" Zeka gritted his teeth. "Just wait. Once I get stronger, I will kill you and turn you into my plaything."
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Fortunately, his injuries had healed. Although he no longer had his arms, in exchange, he could control the vines.
He raised his arms, and in that instant, several vines sprouted from the stumps of both arms.
Yet he felt no pain. On the contrary, he could control these vines with his mind, just as if they were his own hands.
In fact, these vines were even more convenient than real hands.
"Tsk!" Zeka clicked his tongue. "Convenient as they may be, hands are still better. This is just disgusting."
"All right, I'll find a way to create proper hands again soon."
Suddenly, something struck him and he jolted. "This isn't good! Elara is still waiting for me. Damn it! I still haven't found any food."
Zeka felt a little guilty. He'd told her he was just going to look for food and would be back soon.
But now, he'd been gone for more than half a day. Worse yet, he hadn't brought anything back with him, which would surely make Elara unhappy.
"No, I need to find some food. She needs to eat to survive; she can't drink blood like I do," Zeka muttered.
He frowned, glancing into the distance, and spotted a few territories. A greedy smile crept onto his face.
"I've found some food."