Time Passes By

Since it was the morning, it was a great time to do several stuff. Heian Ciemnosc walked to pick his Eternal Return Team up so they could return to the Crimsonbreaking Faction. Heian Ciemnosc couldn't bring Elena and the other Wrath Nihility Academy personnel with him. But Elena told him she'd work out a program to send several hundreds of thousands from the new influx of students to the Crimsonbreaking Faction for learning and cooperation purposes.

After all, they were allies, and the Obscure Orb Sect’s shoulder had also been acquired and was now in the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s bag, too. While it would happen with the other such allies the Faction has gained in slightly over half a decade since Heian Ciemnosc joined them, nobody stopped the Academy from doing the first run test.

This way, not only would Elena spend months or even a couple years with him in the Crimsonbreaking Faction, sharing tasks, missions, training, and wrestling in bed to talk about life. Heian Ciemnosc would also have chances to show off and gain prestige within the Crimsonbreaking Faction.

He had overcome many obstacles and became incredibly admired out of the blue. Although he still had to see his fellow soldiers’ new behavior towards him, he had already seen the overly different expressions of the soldiers he worked with in his temporary Large Flotilla, especially the commanding assistant and the rest of the central command personnel.

Thus, Heian Ciemnosc grabbed his Team as it was time to leave. But just as he planned to bid a temporary farewell to his wife and some of the lovers he still wished to taste a little longer, he received a new communication. He separated from his Eternal Return Team and headed towards a slightly isolated location. He figured someone wanted to talk.

Slide. “Hey.”

However, just as he walked past other VIP residences in the temporary Space Station that would become a tunnel between Existences like the ones before the 10 year war, signaling the start of the inevitable, a door opened, and Tene’s voice came from it.

Step. Heian Ciemnosc halted, looked to his right, and stared slightly down. His height had increased exponentially after evolving into the 7th level of the [All-Devouring Force Chronicles], so he was well above the 2nd meter mark. Tene was there, dressed in light white, transparent lingerie. Heian Ciemnosc felt his dark blood asking him to mate.

They could’ve said something, as a greeting or courting, and Heian Ciemnosc could’ve asked something. But it was useless, unnecessary. Their eyes staring at the other pair was enough. While Heian Ciemnosc knew Tene wasn’t interested in anyone romantically, she was a pure, innocent virgin regarding sexuality, unlike Heian Ciemnosc, who received a wake-up call growing up and was ‘well-handled’ by adorable maids.

How could he miss the eyes and instinctive alerts she was sending towards him every now and then? And how could Tene not want to see, savor, and feel the meat piece every woman he entangled with dream-talked about?

However, the Human mind is complicated. The more Tene became attracted to the idea, the more she worried Heian Ciemnosc might misunderstand her. However, after analyzing Heian Ciemnosc some more, and definitely after the war’s victory. He was the champion, but in this case, it was Tene, the gentleman hero lusting after the beauty Heian Ciemnosc.

As for how Heian Ciemnosc would take it… If he was that attached to anything he entangled with, none of the ‘misfortunate’ Auxiliary Soldiers, Soldiers, and even some Officers slightly abusing their power when he was still training wouldn’t have met him so often during shared showers, little breaks, and even between spaceships from Frigates or higher space training.

Step, step… Heian Ciemnosc stepped forth twice, immediately lingering his darkest eyes on her semi-exposed breasts, rosy pearls hanging from the mountainous globes of soft, creamy ecstasy under the light and color of the fabric. A mound of venus so puffy it begged him to open up and ravenously deal with…

His right hand moved to hold the left side of her jaw while her hands cupped his face, and before long, she hugged his neck as she slowly lifted her legs to straddle his nearly towering figure. Every fiber of his muscles, the growing, overly long shaft, and the saliva mixing into her body and her senses worked like magic.

Before she felt it was too much to enter her body, and she worried about his pleasure not being at the peak with her ‘short’ body, she felt the behemoth shrink. Instead of showing disappointment, Tene became more excited as she could sense it became just a few inches longer than to reach her womb. She was flabbergasted contented.

Then, just as Tene felt something envelop her from within his body before wrapping their bodies in a spiritual cocoon she couldn’t see unless she detected it via Soul reading, she slid her door to a close, and noises started emerging from within.

… When Tene opened the door for him, this time in black lingerie, with several more lingerie pieces on the floor behind her, with some others peeking from the blind spots as the door wasn’t fully open, of which all were sticky and smelly, Heian Ciemnosc walked out like a casual victor. Tene looked at his back and figured in her mind as a strange twinkle crossed her obscure eyes. ‘If he plays his cards right… We can get married after I build my own organization and help the Obscure Orb Sect reach the Fifth Step, at the very least.’

Meanwhile, Heian Ciemnosc had other thoughts, too. ‘I guess I can make a wifey out of her. Even though she’s different… she’s just like me. And yet, I have so many wives…’

Heian Ciemnosc grinned as he walked away victoriously. Tene’s eyes locked on his back until he turned around the corner. When she closed her door, she seemed tired and didn’t care about the ‘odor’ ringing in her head to keep them like that and use them for future self-pleasure… She flopped on the bed and fell asleep.

. . .

Finally, Heian Ciemnosc arrived at the isolated location. He noticed it was a garden. Although it would’ve been impossible not to, with all the flowers, some trees, and square tiles extending from 10 square meters to hundreds, with small passages in between. Low and high vegetation, it was all neatly balanced. It didn’t feel overwhelming, and Heian Ciemnosc immediately felt like the sunlight wasn’t so bad.

After aimlessly walking forward, taking several turns, and not using Spirit Sense out of respect, he found a bent Sect Master Prada watering a few ordinary flowers with a watering can. Heian Ciemnosc immediately stopped, kept silent, and waited until the Sect Master finished watering and talking to them gently and briefly.

“Ahh…” The Sect Master stood up, arched his back backwards, and stretched like an ordinary middle-aged man going through the worst of life before turning towards Heian Ciemnosc. He said, “Come on here! You aren’t disturbing me, Officer Heian Ciemnosc.”

Step… step… step, step. Heian Ciemnosc frowned slightly and walked forward. Seeing the Sect Master nod at him, Heian Ciemnosc gave the flowers he had just watered a look, and his darkest eyes calmed. These were utterly ordinary flowers, but Heian Ciemnosc could notice they were at least tens of thousands of years old because of whatever method.

Heian Ciemnosc could also tell the Sect Master wasn’t trying to cultivate new flora from ordinary kinds and evolve or mutate them. He was just taking care of them. The Sect Master followed his gaze and pointed at the flowers before speaking, “Civilians call it a hobby. I just like it. And I just have… this desire to care for them, whether someone knows about it… or not. Ah, I sometimes forget how quirky these civilians can be.”

“...” Heian Ciemnosc slightly nodded. He suddenly felt a strange sensation, similar to when he was learning cultivation and not just ‘understanding’ the next few smaller steps ahead, like now. Heian Ciemnosc knew that the Sect Master wasn’t talking about Humans only but the civilians of all Races. Indeed, they have too many words to do the things they love or enjoy. Too much need for unimportant attention as a phantasm-like group.

“Do you have any of these?” The Sect Master honestly asked, standing beside Heian Ciemnosc to look at the garden. Several floors were before them, taking a few steps higher than their current floor, with more flower bushes and vegetation as it arched to the left.

Heian Ciemnosc slightly nodded again, but he shook his head and elaborated, “I don’t have time. I can only spare time to check on my two mounts… at best.”

“... I used to think about spending a hundred years every thousand and a few hundred years here, taking care of all of them.” The Sect Master shared his vision through his Spirit Sense. It was several times larger than Heian Ciemnosc’s, at least. The Sect Master continued, sighing heavily but becoming calmer, “But after the first 3 sessions, I became too proficient. I only need 3 to 5 years to give my entire garden extra-special care. I, of course, have some Sect’s servants come here and take care of it.”

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“They usually don’t care about the garden much, and because it is located in my inner world, whenever I need to move it, they don’t think much about it since it is always in the Outer Sect Disciples’ enclaves.” The Sect Master revealed surprising information, causing Heian Ciemnosc’s eyebrows to rise for a few seconds.

“Some start not caring about the flowers, nearly killing them. Those who thought they killed a spot become nervous after sobering up and realizing this was their menial task in the Sect and that failing to do something this ‘unimportant’ would give them a worse-off image. I wouldn’t let my flowers fall because of such decisions. Nothing a few array formations in the Fourth Step can’t deal with, heh heh.”

“Yet, I still find myself surprised whenever a Servant diligently takes care of my garden. Although most of the distinguished few are females, almost half of them are males. Hundreds of Servants spend their daily activity in my garden for 8 months every year, taking care of it. Most are female, but those who express assiduousness are divided between these. No matter the initial prospect, what truly matters is one’s nature.”

“A person’s nature with the same qualities, or at least a general observation, compared to others, doesn’t give them the same honor and glory. Similarly, others won’t share the same vileness and detest that only one of them incurs.” The Sect Master spoke, and as he continued, Heian Ciemnosc’s pitchest-blackest eyebrows slightly frowned in contemplation as if he was starting to understand something.

“All those Servants who excel in caretaking my garden have become Core Disciples in under 30 years of cultivating here. Their ages vary, but they always show incredible… potential. It’s a funny thing I’ve discovered. It’s not new. In the world, I mean. Many Sixth and even Existential Sixth Step organizations have such potential tests across their vassals. But I never knew something like this could… be so simple.”

“Two of those Servants were twins, children a few decades ago. Teno and Tene. They are older than you, but not by much. Yet, they became Core Disciples after merely 5 years… I adopted them before that happened. But I somehow… sigh… feel that… I’ve intruded in their lives.” The Sect Master looked sightly up, reminiscing.

“Something about having personnel disciples, or children that can surpass you and aid the organization you rule more than you could, for a variety of reasons, is that you cannot help but hope they achieve something on their own.” The Sect Master seemed pleased and remorseful simultaneously.

“But I do hope they manage to do that. The world is vast, and there’s no better future than a parent knowing their children stand on the same level as them. I hope you do not meddle in my daughter’s attempts at building her life. I know you wouldn’t care about a ‘brother-in-law’- haha… but. Tene has so much potential. I know she can achieve her goals, and I want her to make me proud by achieving them.”

“Her life is her own. I do not plan to babysit anyone. Not even when I have my own,” Heian Ciemnosc said, shaking his head and waving his left hand before his chin dismissively. The Sect Master said nothing and shared a silent moment with Heian Ciemnosc.

“In an organization, too many things are consequential. Unless one doesn’t care about reaching the peak of the organization under their command, becoming its sole ruler and mightiest figure, one has to attend them all. A few hundred buildings might be enough to start a First Step organization, but only when treating every piece of the organization’s strength like flint and giving them their correct spark can they and the organization grow.”

“Thank you, Sect Master,” Heian Ciemnosc clasped his hands and bowed casually. The Sect Master nodded slightly and didn’t say anymore.

Thud, step… step, step… step, step, step. The Sect Master tapped Heian Ciemnosc’s left shoulder and moved him before walking away. As Heian Ciemnosc moved abreast of the Sect Master, the garden’s silence turned tranquil with the sounds of some fauna and insects.

“Your requests have all been answered. As for the third, it’s receiving more and better responses from other organizations than I thought. It won’t be long before you achieve your purpose. Now, you see. There’s been something nagging in my head,” the Sect Master gave Heian Ciemnosc good news before elaborating on what was on his mind after so long.

“You have incredible Soul and Spirit Sense talent, and that’s without speaking of your cultivation base. It’s really something worth noticing. I’m not sure what kind of body tempering you go through, but I can’t even tell your bodily strength for sure, you know?” The Sect Master elaborated, ruefully shaking his head.

“I also have this strange sensation from the Darkness elemental affinity within me. To cultivate the Milblades Storm Supreme Art, one needs to at least become knowledgeable of the Darkness element, but their progress will be limited to the category 2 unless they use a Darkness Relic, like the Darkness Sigil, or a small piece of one. Even then… I cannot bring myself to ask you to join the Obscure Orb Sect, much less ask you about these strange sensations.”

“Either way, I cannot help but feel… That you’re a pleasant fellow,” the Sect Master said, somewhat embarrassed. He shook his head and lightly face palmed before muttering, “Ah… I really hope this is not the son-in-law syndrome. I cannot believe I’d be like this just because Little Tene-”

“Ahem! Sect Master, there’s no need, really-” Heian Ciemnosc tried to amend the situation, but the Sect Master stopped him and blabbed bullshit to stop Heian Ciemnosc from denying anything, successfully half-shackling him in the process.

After a while, once they toured the whole garden once, they stopped at the entrance. Heian Ciemnosc looked at the Sect Master and spoke before turning round and leaving, “Sect Master Prada, you’re one of the few people who makes me feel respect to without needing to fight them. Farewell”

“...” Sect Master Prada looked at Heian Ciemnosc, and his eyes twinkled as he watched the black monster’s back depart as if he knew what he meant by that.

. . .

3 days later.

Heian Ciemnosc and the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s military forces participating in the war finally returned. Unlike how he departed, Heian Ciemnosc returned inside the Defensive Frigate. His Teams were with him, of course, along with a few extra visitors. Pera was among those visitors.

Arriving near the Space Station’s ports, the spaceships returned to where they came from, finally meeting home. They weren’t damaged since the Obscure Orb Sect dispatched half their auxiliary units to the Space Station to grant everyone exceptional service… be it spaceship-related or carnal desires.

Thus, while the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s main armada returned on the day the war ended, the tens of millions of participating soldiers were just returning. Since no repairs were needed, the Chairwoman directly ordered the celebration to be held wherever and whenever they wanted.

What did the soldiers select? With the auxiliary units’ aid, the port became filled with modules cleared out for hosting people. It was bound to be a shaky, festive celebration in the following days. Those left behind were in the stations separating the ports from the Space Station’s streets, and all transporting ships were ‘prohibited’ from rescuing anyone from this place.

“... You won’t let go of her, ah?”

At these moments, in the Defensive Frigate’s main hatch with Heian Ciemnosc, Pera, Hong Mei, and the tiny little Anastasia were surrounded by the Eternal Return Team and a few dozen cultivators. Heian Ciemnosc turned to Pera, who carried Anastasia and hadn’t let go since Hong Mei surprised him. She was supposed to return with the Fleet as the commander this time, but even Little Anastasia was there!

One thing led to another, and suddenly, Pera forced Anastasia to become glue and stick to her. Pera looked at the evil father and stuck her tongue out. Anastasia copied her and terribly insulted Heian Ciemnosc together. Heian Ciemnosc gave Pera a look as if she had done something unthinkable but then relaxed his facial features and said.

“You are like sisters, don’t you think?” Heian Ciemnosc finished his words by staring at Hong Mei, who nodded and crossed her arms. Anastasia’s eyes twinkled, and she looked at Pera before making ‘yiyaaa’ noises, contented.

“I don’t know… can we?” Pera suddenly became thoughtful. She looked at Anastasia’s cute actions and faltered. She had to become this little thing’s Big Sister! It’s the only way! Pera looked at Heian Ciemnosc, and her eyes turned puppy. As usual, Anastasia copied her and did the same. Heian Ciemnosc chuckled and was about to tease them…when the hatch opened to reveal bright lights and tons of people.

“BLACK MONSTER! BLACK MONSTER!” they were immediately besieged by nonstop cheering. Heian Ciemnosc became startled, but he looked at his comrades as Pera walked towards him and handed him his daughter. Hong Mei walked forth, smiled at Pera, and took Heian Ciemnosc’s arm while gazing into the little child’s eyes.

“Come here motherfucker! How dare you hide that natural skill from us?!” - “AAAAH!” - “Damn it! It’s true… Our Faction's precious gem has also fallen for him? No… noooo!!” - “Come over here! Do you think you can run after pulling that battle off?” - “Tell us!” - “Yeah, start talking. We deserve it! Motherfucker!”

Nobody could mistake what was happening here, and the similitudes between the baby and Hong Mei weren’t a joke.

Heian Ciemnosc finally revealed a little small before stepping forth. Times were about to go on and on. Peace might return to the Existence, but for how long?

As Heian Ciemnosc entered the crowd and understood Anastasia had to be placed elsewhere and was accompanied by his Eternal Return Team… The world he left behind him as he stepped forth seemed to echo with terrifying, trembling rumbling…

The world wasn’t this peaceful.

“Glassed Sky Existence declares war on the Light Castle Existence!” - “The Universitalities of Yore has entered into another Existential war!” - “The Heraxle Clan has prepared another stage for Existences to compete!” - “They are not the only ones influenced by the Quiongu Fanhui and Evergazing Existences…” - “Golden Draconic Eye Existence declares war on Elder Servitude Existence! It’s time to end your shameless act on my people! Prepare for war!!” - “...”

“Leftover Goldslaughter Universal Land’s Mirrorremedial Existence declares war on the neighboring Existence!!” - “Demi-Eternal Soulgrounds Universal Land’s Enigmatic Grapevine Existence declared war on their neighboring Existence! It’s spreading through the Universal Lands!” - “Limilitud Fervessence Universal Land’s Growlbeast Existence has been declared war on its neighboring Existences! Haha! They claim an end to their oppression!!”

“An Existence from the Rosettio Incandescent Universal Land…” - “Scintillating Crop of World Universal Land’s…” - “The largest Existence from the Overline Universal Land…”

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This is the beginning of Volume 8 — Despotic Ascension.