Chapter 141: Chapter 141: The Feast of a God
One by one, they came to him.
First Manaia, then Zela, and after them the line never seemed to end. Lyra, Karely, Tala once again even though she could barely stand, and the rest... every single one ended up spreading open for Jax and his clone. The refuge was drowned in screams, wet moans, and the obscene sound of surrender.
Hours passed, yet Jax never stopped. His new power burned inside him like molten fire: a demigod, inexhaustible, relentless. Every thrust, every release, every climax ripped from those women was energy he immediately recovered by moving it within his own body. His muscles knew no fatigue, his breathing never faltered. He was an eternal predator, and they were prey begging to be devoured.
When the last woman collapsed in a puddle of sweat, tears, and fluids, the ground itself was soaked with their essence. The air was thick, hot, heavy, carrying the final broken moans that melted into sweet sobs.
Jax rose in the middle of the hall, his clone by his side, both dripping with the proof of their conquest. His chest rose and fell calmly, not out of exhaustion, but pure satisfaction. A smile stretched across his face: fierce, proud, untamed.
"At the end..." he murmured, running a hand through his hair, "none of you could resist. And me... I can keep going forever."
The women lay scattered around, bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, faces glowing with ruin and ecstasy. None of them had the strength to stand, but all bore the mark of having been touched by a god.
Jax clenched his fist, feeling the endless energy swirling in his veins, and let out a low, hungry laugh.
"This... this is what it means to rise above humanity. To be untouchable. To be worshiped."
Soon, Jax discovered something else—something even more dangerous.
Faith grew with pleasure. Every moan, every orgasm pulled from the women raised him higher, as if carnal bliss itself was the purest prayer offered to him.
But there was a flaw.
That path only worked with women. And while the temptation of endless worship through sex was strong, it was also a trap. He would waste all the other races who didn’t attract him, and as for men—he wasn’t into that, and he wasn’t about to force himself just to gather faith.
"Tch... useless to depend on this alone," he muttered, looking at the trembling, panting bodies beneath his shadow.
Then his eyes shifted to the clone, who stood impassive at his side, untouched by the exhaustion of the orgy. An idea formed in Jax’s mind, sharp and inevitable.
"From now on," his voice rang out with divine authority, "you’ll be known as the Envoy of the God of Dreams. Your duty is simple—fulfill every wish mortals ask in my name."
The clone bowed his head solemnly, accepting his role without hesitation.
Jax smiled. He had already tested creation, and it came too easily: gold, weapons, houses, castles, even beasts and humans. None of it was divine in nature, just perfect imitations molded by his will. The true challenge had always been souls.
Until he realized he could draw them. Not create them from nothing, but pull them from somewhere deeper, unknown. That revelation broke all limits—he could heal the sick whose bodies were ruined, restore vitality, give them back their lives. He could offer hope. Miracles.
His mission wouldn’t just be flesh anymore. It would be dreams.
He sat before the waterfall, the roar filling the air. Closing his eyes, he sank into pure creation. His hands moved subtly, sculpting the void, as energy spiraled endlessly through his body.
And still, he was never alone.
His bond with his women burned hot and raw, pulsing in his mind. Even collapsed on the floor, wrecked in ecstasy, he could still feel every thought, every faint sigh leaving their lips.
Jax smiled faintly, eyes still closed, as his clone rose. A shimmering portal appeared before it, rippling like liquid glass.
The clone stepped through, wrapped in radiant light, and appeared at the forest’s edge. The sight froze him. The old guild house, his first refuge, was nothing but blackened ruins—charred wood and shattered stone.
His fists tightened, fury erupting like a volcano in his chest. But the truth was harsh: he couldn’t do anything yet. Without the power of faith, his body was only a demigod’s shell, strong but not truly unbreakable.
"The time will come..." he whispered, forcing down the rage.
He turned away and walked until he reached the coast. Without hesitation, he unleashed his power and took flight across the ocean, the salty wind lashing against his skin.
Soon, he realized he wasn’t alone. Massive sea creatures emerged from the depths, radiant forms that showed no hostility. They didn’t strike—they only surrounded him, escorting his flight while never taking their eyes off him. Strange waves of sound rippled back and forth, echoing in the sea.
"Looks like someone’s coming... Let’s hope it’s not Poseidon, or I’ll have to do everything I can just to escape."
The waters churned, splitting into a perfect circle. And there she was—the mermaid princess, flanked by imposing sea kings.
Jax measured them carefully. One by one, those five monarchs could tear him apart in his current state. Even if his power was above most sea kings and demon lords, near level 98, without faith he wasn’t invincible.
Her eyes gleamed with innocent light, her lips curving into a playful smile, as if mocking him—or pretending to forget.
"Hello again..." she said in a melodic voice. "Where are you going?"
The sea breeze went still. The ocean itself seemed to hold its breath at the encounter, as though the massacre Jax once brought to her territory—or the fact he had broken her bones just to capture her—had been erased from her memory.
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