Chapter 19: Time Skip {1} [Pleasuring Althea Every Night]

Chapter 19: Time Skip {1} [Pleasuring Althea Every Night] Meanwhile, Clara’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she stood before the blue-scaled sword. Its surface shimmered like the ocean under moonlight. The blade etched with intricate runes she didn’t recognize. She had only ever seen an S Ranked sword once. locked away in her father’s private collection, behind layers of enchantments and glass. And even then, it was the only one. But the sword before her wasn’t just S ranked. It was more powerful than anything she’d ever seen, more radiant than her father’s entire arsenal. Her father had only ever gifted her weapons within the C to A rank range, always emphasizing the dangers of giving her anything too strong. She was already considered the most spoiled girl in the city, and if anyone found out she had been granted an S Ranked weapon or accessory There would be Chaos. Not to mention, S ranked items were not just rare—they were priceless. A single S-ranked sword could be exchanged for two entire cities. And here it was, in front of her, unguarded and seemingly meant for her. She hesitated for only a moment before her fingers reached out and gripped the hilt. To her surprise, the sword instantly responded. Its aura, once overwhelming, dulled down and calibrated itself to her level—F Rank. Though its power had suppressed itself, it still retained its full potential, attuned now solely to her. A personalized Weapon that would grow with her. "interesting..." she whispered, almost reverently. Across from her, Althea examined the necklace on its pedestal. It was delicate yet regal, gleaming with a soft celestial glow. Even in her weakened state, it met her lofty standards. The aura it emitted wasn’t just beautiful—it was divine. With practiced grace, she fastened it around her neck. Usually it would take atleast 1 Week too just fully recovered but. A surge of warmth flooded her chest. Her healing, which had been painstakingly slow, suddenly accelerated. Her pale skin regained some of its glow, her body stabilizing as the pain subsided. "Fair enough for a goddess like me," she muttered, a faint smile curving her lips. Meanwhile... I stood before the third item—the eye. It was unsettling to look at, embedded with golden veins and a radiant iris that pulsated with light. But I knew what it was. One of the Angel body. an Eye of Salvation. I had only heard rumors about it in my past life. Said to once belong to an angel who had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The eye could see the future movement of the enemy and make the world slower by 50%. But to use it, I had to make a choice. I clenched my jaw, reached for a healing potion, and raised my trembling hand. This... would hurt. Without further hesitation, I gritted my teeth and gouged out my left eye. The searing pain was instant, making my vision blur. Blood poured down my cheek, my scream echoing within the collapsing temple. I popped the healing potion into my mouth, and slowly, the wound began to close. But before my natural eye could regenerate, I pressed the Eye into the empty socket. The pain intensified tenfold. I collapsed to my knees as the artifact began to integrate—nerve by nerve, vessel by vessel. It merged with me like it belonged there. Just then, the temple began to shake violently. Stones crumbled from the ceiling as cracks split the floor. Althea had already sensed the collapse and dashed outside. Clara, however, remained by my side. Her usual calm expression gave way to concern as she saw me on the ground, blood-soaked and trembling. She spotted the discarded eye nearby—my original one—and realized what I had done. She didn’t hesitate. With a determined expression, she grabbed me and helped lift me to my feet, throwing my arm over her shoulder. "You’re insane..." she muttered, half admiring, half scolding. "But also... impressive." Together, we stumbled out just as the temple caved in behind us. Althea stood a few meters away, arms crossed, her expression unreadable as the dust settled. I was still conscious, barely. My clothes were stained crimson—first from my torn arm, now from the eye transplant. My mind was foggy, but I could feel it—the power. The Eye of Salvation was syncing with me. And the world around me... looked different now. Much different First i tried too control it and but my left eye Still have yellow Pupil but it was now like a Normal eye. in my perspective i signed realizing i could only use this for atleast 5 Seconds I’m still too weak. Well there is one thing that should do as i looked at Althea. The first thing we did was make a Camp Clara already brought a tent in her storage Ring were the Sword she got also within it. We’re in a Secluded part so I’m sure there’s no more Monster Lingering. We had each of our Tent and Althea used The Last bit of her Power Too cleanse the three of us making Althea Amaze. She felt extremely clean The Three of us eats first but after Got back each of our Tent. But in need of Points. i didn’t sleep yet though it’s been really a Long time last Time i slept i couldn’t careless as i opened The Tent of Althea. She was mediating in a Lotus position as she noticed movements she looked at me opened the Tent. She is Suprised why would i come here late night but she realized he would really do something like this. Since Clara was just 1 Meter away.