Rewarding Return And Integration Of New Faces
In the endless pool, layer, and ocean of snow. Early in the morning where the rays of the sun were already making the few ordinary animals with a lot of furs feel some extra warmth at last.
... trckrr...
Surrounded by a whole lot of students, Ciemnosc's commanding vehicle was slowly and effortlessly driving in the snow. The small trails made from the student's footsteps on the snot in front and around the commanding vehicle were becoming as wide as the latter as soon as its wheels went past where those footprints were left. The heat from the motor itself also made some of the snow melt, especially because it wasn't speeding into the distance but moving at an ordinary walking speed, which also represented the at ease sensation from the returning students so close to the base already.
Outside the commanding vehicle, the students were not only walking leisurely and feeling all too well, they even yawned and talked among each other with ease, even closing their eyes for a bit in rest and from how nice it felt to walk around within the snow and like this.
“... I wonder how it was before we arrived. Did villagers suffer this much in the past? It’s so much snow that I can even feel cold and slightly pained by it, too.” One student thought, swinging his new short halberd around that the Chief in Command distributed to them all.
“They would live short, for hundreds of thousands of years it’s been like that. They don’t even get to go past 50 years for most of them. It has been their way of life, those villages don’t last more than a few thousand years at best, and there are too few cities, for every single one of the towns that try to become one is overrun by the stampedes of Creatures.” Another student replied, his voice stoic and a bit deep and dull.
“Oh.” The first student responded, simply grabbing some of the snow with his hands and keeping quiet. It was in another part of the marching students where another conversation was being had, 2 students walking close together and speaking to each other as the first student said. “And to think the Chief would give them a way to cultivate, not telling their families that they could join the academy, just helping them.”
“It’s probably in one of the notebooks that he gave them all, it is also not a secret to know very well how to breakthrough up to the Spirit Gathering realm, so it’s nothing. They also have practically no cultivation resources, so unless they join the academy. And with this cold, they are helpless. Though they also learned to make large bonfires during these snowy times, I guess.” The other student commented, talking while looking down.
And yet, there was another different conversation going on somewhere else; well, everywhere in fact. But they were all silently spoken and barely disturbed even by the wind in front of those chatty students and even leading students.
“Hahaha, until how later will those ‘major’ organizations receive any news of their little invasion being already taken off of our shoulders?” A slightly laughing student asked a leading student, even patting the leading student’s left arm.
“Mmm, let me see… 3 days from now should be the time when they receive the info, at worst.” The leading student said after furrowing his eyebrows and thinking; hard. Afterwards, he added with an expectant but also wary tone, “We have to see their reaction a week after those 3 days. We may have to improvise and set up defenses like crazy in case they attack right away. If not, then the Chief said we will have to start cutting down trees with axes, he said.”
“Like mortals? Really?” The student asked, already frowning and with a clearly displeased tone. He really seemed not content to hear those words in the slightest. The leading student made the student pipe down with just a glare, though, and things were left there.
… But, inside the commanding vehicle, Ciemnosc was seated cross-legged in the middle of the little booth for the engineers that were of course not there anymore and he could just temporarily use that little spacious room to cultivate while the 2 beauties were at the driver and co-driver’s seat, or should have been.
“Mmmnfh.” - “Mnaah~...” Instead, the pair of beauties were each on Ciemnosc’s thighs as he was sitting, their heads and orange and blonde hair close to his member of destruction, for he was of course, barer than bare, and his everything could be smelled. And for a person of his age, oh boy, it was quite manly, to say the least, but also attractive for these pair of fine young women who could not help but rest not only on their Genius Ciemnosc’s lap but also close to his charming member of destruction.
As they moaned in comfort slightly, fully clothed except for the lacking top and brassier of their uniform, which was no longer the same as before and was instead now a kind of armored kind that Ciemnosc just began creating for at least his teammates; for now. Ciemnosc then opened his eyes and exhaled slightly, his entire body flashing with ‘black blood’ within, under his skin, and only for just a few seconds.
‘7th stage… I’ll just start eating once again in my bedroom… After Leen spends enough time with me.’ Ciemnosc thought, looking down at the beautiful sides and tops of the orange haired and blonde heads of the beauties, so close to meeting his meat and yet so innocently looking, despite their noses sometimes drawing too unnecessarily close to where his crotch is…
For the past few days, the mere act of fighting those Conflagrate realm cultivators, acting elders and clergy elders of the 4 major organizations, which were not only the most powerful ones around a mine and that were in charge of the entire surroundings, counting the villages and the one or pair of towns around as well. Ciemnosc was able to extremely solidify his foundation of the 6th stage by the end of the month.
And now that he was finally coming back to the basement, rushing for the next few days nonstop and taking another 10 days to arrive back. Without needing to stop, nor to battle and secure the surroundings of each mine, and even being able to just bluntly return in a straight line, that was how they didn’t take even half a month to return to the base.
And now, just yesterday, taking a rest after 5 days of endlessly rushing back, they were already in front of their base and about an hour or so away from it with the pace they were going. There were people forming outside the base’s perimeter, and many could see Ciemnosc’s teammates, Gallah and Leen, already waiting outside for them as they moved slowly.
They didn’t look impatient, and the marching students were also not hurried nor anxious. Keeping at the pace they were going, the marching students watched as those in the base came out and formed an ever so, and first ever, glorious welcoming back for them.
“Wake up.” Ciemnosc said, his body no longer shining ‘black blood’ and it returning to read all the same, as before and as every time he breaks through a stage - though he didn’t know if he would feel as much pain as before when breaking through the Conflagrate realm in the future; it was well known that doing so was already so painful it could kill cultivators from the pain itself.
Now that Ciemnosc was also suffering his own torment when breaking through things he had never heard of before, he was in all reason to be worried about his poor little body that did nothing wrong.
“MMnfuah, waah~... mna mna mpah…” Missa sat up, kinda, with her back still bent and twisted while her right shoulder was fully against Ciemnosc’s left shoulder. But she was capable of stretching her arms upwards, forming a ‘V’ above her head and giving Ciemnosc the sweet image and scent of her delicate armpit, which he tilted his head quite a lot to the sides while she yawned and stretched.
When Missa opened her eyes, her face was right in front of Ciemnosc’s left side of his handsome face. She dazed around while her pupils dilated so badly that Ciemnosc almost had the impulse to wake her up by insertion. But he just smooched her nose’s bridge soundlessly, letting her feel fresh right there and wake up to grant him back her large, beautiful smile.
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“Mfwoooo~~!!” On the other hand, Fatima was much more ‘audible’, pressing her head against Ciemnosc entirely while the whole thing with Missa was played out. Her yawning was like a wolfie’s, and her stretching was like the stretching that a harlot would do to get the gentleman’s attention. After smooching Missa’s nose, Ciemnosc turned to face blonde hair, which he bit playfully and pulled on, but all he got in response was a groan and the head of the blonde hair turning around with its owner’s hands moving over to cup his face.
“Mww~~...” - “Hey…” Fatima directly began kissing the shit out of Ciemnosc’s lips, devouring his mouth as if there was no tomorrow, and her actions made Missa pout a very unjust pout. But after being ignored by the pair enjoying themselves, she got against Ciemnosc’s chest on his left and muttered before a cold, slightly pale hand went over to her right cheek and brought her lips and head up to his own. “Me too, I’m not waiting anymore, show me you are a man at least like her, booho-...”
… Not much time passed, of course, before the returning marching troops and its leader arrived in front of the base, becoming the main attraction and only attraction really; for the day as the students all showed their pride at seeing these fewer students than before returning from successfully accomplishing their little operation-like mission!
Ciemnosc and his 2 teammates went out of the commanding vehicle and joined the rest as they walked, ‘in honor’, among the receiving students giving them and every other marching student a great welcome. A feast was already prepared in the middle of the base, where buildings still had to be built, and only a prepared off-ground base could be seen. Perfect for a steady place to hold the pacing of many thousands all put together and taking a feast that it took the entire base almost 3 weeks to reunite so much food and ingredients for.
Now, today, despite being cultivators, the base was celebrating the first ‘encounter’ in this war and the first victory on their side. Even if they didn’t have the actual initiative for the time being, after all of the mines were retaken in Chief in Command - Ciemnosc’s lead and the morale of their whole side has just risen. They were going to eat ‘till they could not get any more filling into their bodies and felt the victory inside their bellies, warm and delicious!
When meeting back with Leen and Gallah, while the girls embraced Gallah strongly, Leen directly kissed Ciemnosc wantonly, getting Ciemnosc to mentally shake his head while Leen smiled, still continuing to kiss his lips a nice ‘hello’.
Afterwards, the feast began, and the whole base was lit up until too late in the night and with lights still on and running all until the moment that the rays of the next morning were descending from the sun to the whole world.
… At that moment, within the large tent, while everyone was inside their own personal bedroom in the tent, only Leen couldn’t be seen on her own. While on the other hand, on Ciemnosc’s little bed in his own personal bedroom, a brown haired brunette was with her bare body sprawled on top of him and her hands were hugging his neck tightly while her nose seemed to want to just dive into his heart and become his.
While he was awake, looking at her face while she slept, after hours of staring at her in different ways and with different angles, she seemed to finally feel her face itchy, so she woke up while scratching her left cheek and raising her head a bit from being against his skin.
Placing her right hand on his chest, pushing her own body upwards and revealing those pointy, archetype breasts that were still slightly red from being played by his evil, uncontrollable hands, and fingers just a few hours ago, and only by a little, really.
“G’morning, Ciemnosc.” Leen drowsily said, wagging her torso and teasing Ciemnosc a little before beginning to sit up… on his lap, his dormant monster all over her twat but she seemed not to mind. In fact, she looked comfortable as both intimate womanly and manly parts were against each other. Her own part even seemed to greet his cordially; only Ciemnosc could be blamed for not wanting to fuck the brains out of these poor young women’s bodies.
While sitting on his lap, Ciemnosc sat up as well, only needing to raise his torso. Leen began dressing, she could directly do it with the ways Ciemnosc has been teaching them Spirit Sense lately from her Covert Space bag and be done with it in a jiffy, but she rather put on her entire uniform while letting her skirt for last… And that was before coming out of the large tent, as she would of course wear panties, just not in Ciemnosc’s personal bedroom.
“We’ll be waiting for you at the main tent and the few other leading students.” Talking about the ‘leading students’ spokespeople’ at the end, Leen went over to smooch his forehead while both her palms were on his chest before standing up with a very strong tugging, wiggling, and ‘deepening’ of her bum on his lap; finally standing up.
As she stood up, she did so flashing her whole damn perky ass and whatever else to Ciemnosc’s eyes, the poor, innocent, and virgin boy, who could only look as she was picking the panties with her hands while bending over. Bringing them up her legs, she finally left his personal bedroom with a self-slap to her right, bare ass cheek, which Ciemnosc felt as if she was sleeping his heart instead.
‘... Damn.’ Ciemnosc stood up after looking at the entrance of his personal bedroom for a while, knowing— as his Spirit Sense was a bit party pooper —that he was already awaited in the main tent for over half an hour. But he just wanted to reward Leen or her hard work at the base while he, Missa and Fatima were gone!
Just like Gallah was bound to have a fiery night tonight, Leen got her deserved reward— or part of it —last night.
In any case, though, Ciemnosc stood up slowly, his monstrously dormant anaconda flinging about, before starting to dress himself up. Checking through his Covert Space bag, he took not his modern uniform but the humbled styles he made, now tweaked with incredible armor that would allow it for at least a couple of tough hits and not become shreds that easily anymore.
While dressing himself up, he thought of the cultivation resources needed for just being close to breaking into the later stages of the Spirit Gathering realm. Before, he had about 152 Supreme Powerful Stones in his pockets, ready to be used for whatever in case of an actual emergency in the base or outside - though they couldn’t be used as bombs right away, or else cannons wouldn’t have been needed in the first place to be made.
But now, he directly used 22 of such Supreme Powerful Stones just for the sake of breaking into the 7th stage! Leaving him with just 130 Supreme Powerful Stones remaining, which was small considering that he would be left with— at most —64 Supreme Powerful Stones. And even smaller considering he would need more and more Supreme Powerful Stones to feed his natal Spirit and the bottomless him.
He could get his 7th stage and even up to his 8th stage in the Spirit Gathering realm an extremely solidified foundation and his cultivation base stabilizing with the rest of the corpses in his hands, which were around the hundred already; of Conflagrate realm cultivators which nobody noticed, and Ciemnosc himself took out while Missa and Fatima weren’t nearby.
While he didn’t have much hope for extremely solidifying his foundation for the 9th stage, he could at least stabilize his cultivation base with the remaining few after breaking into the 9th stage in the future.
But 22 Supreme Powerful Stones were already too many!!
Just 10 of them could be used for a protective array the size of the stronghold he made near the Little Lake in the past. He was, yet, using about 22 of them to break through from 1 stage to another; one stage to another.
If it was a realm, it could be considered understandable, but… just how damn lusty was his Natal Spirit— which is just himself —and himself?! How the fuck does so much pure energy can be stored in his body like it’s nothing? Even yesterday, his breakthrough to the 7th stage was after being ‘bloated’ for almost 2 weeks already.
Ciemnosc could tell that with enough Inferior Powerful Stones, Missa would break into the 7th stage of the Conflagrate realm. She just needed more solidification of her cultivation base as it had become stable enough for Ciemnosc’s ‘normal standards’... which were in truth above what was even described in the records of the world from the 2 people who have been the most powerful ever.
In any case, Fatima was already starting to have her 2nd stage with her foundation solidifying, but it was barely starting. And according to even the records of the academy this was top-god-like speed, and if Ciemnosc was an old fogey, he would make these girls stop cultivating altogether; all so that their future wouldn’t be ‘destroyed nor hurt’.
Step, step, step…
Well, as the walking large protective array consumer stepped out of his large tent and kept on stepping forth for a few more meters to the main tent, his teammates and the leading students’ spokespeople were all waiting for him and had watched him walk in from the outside with a pensive pair of eyebrows and a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Alright, sorry for taking too long, was busy,” Ciemnosc said, looked at Leen, and then walked up to his own seat; which was the same as everyone except he was at the center of one of the only ends of the small rectangular whitish table. Leen felt his gaze when he said that and, without changing a millimeter of her expression, her brunette face, neck, and ears became red; a sight to behold.
“First of all,” sitting on his chair, his legs opened. Ciemnosc began with his voice being loud and slightly hoarse, “Our casualties are about 20% of our entire students’ march. We lost… many less than I thought we would’ve lost. That will bring forth a change that will take place according to the next information.”
“Who was the one who received the letter from the academy?” Ciemnosc asked while looking exactly at the female student who received it. She nodded, let her head remain low, and just as she was going to half kneel, Ciemnosc spoke to her from afar and stopped her.
“Keep the soles of your feet on the ground and summarize it aloud, your honors.” Gesturing to her with the back of his right hand under his chin and his right elbow resting on the table’s surface, the female student smiled lightly, thinly - before starting to speak with a clear and melodic voice but carrying a stern and even bloody tone.
She also had an attractive and exotic set of fringes well separated and enunciated layer of hair at her forehead, looking youthly precious.
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