Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 131 - 129: I Have Always Been a Pure Love War God

In the end, Oreos couldn’t restrain himself. Before Westheid had even finished laying out the details, Oreos let out a roar, drew his sword, and slashed at his face.

Of course, he accomplished nothing. Instead, the entire exchange was vividly recorded by Yolanda.

The rest unfolded as expected. Faced with the complete evidence, Oreos didn’t even dare wait for the Imperial verdict. His spirit broken, he relinquished his position as City Lord to the Lady of the Golden Iris—it was his last act of defiance.

Afterward, the Lady of the Golden Iris sent her son to the Imperial Capital and announced that White Rock City would officially become a vassal of the Qinghui Territory. A Pioneer Territory that hadn’t been formally upgraded could indeed do so; after all, legally speaking, they weren’t considered official Imperial territory. It was just that no one had ever made such an outrageous move.

’Why ignore the wide, open path offered by the Imperial just to go kowtow to the Branch of Prosperity? The latter’s potential is already capped. Do you even want to advance anymore?’

Yet the Lady of the Golden Iris did just that, and with great decisiveness.

The reason, of course, couldn’t be that she’d been debauched by his Star Fury Power to the point that she could only fawn on her master... You’ve been reading too many H-manga, haven’t you?

On the contrary, Westheid felt he was the one being taken advantage of.

’Frighteningly smart. Not a shred of hesitation. As expected of this Pioneer Territory’s true master.’

Westheid admitted that, at first, he had only wanted to fiercely vent his dark desires. Duke Qinghui had never shown the slightest mercy to those he deemed his enemies.

Not to mention that he also openly coveted White Rock City.

Because once the great upheaval separating gods from the Mortal World arrived, the Order of the entire Mortal World would collapse. The Imperial itself would be hard-pressed to survive, let alone the Pioneer Territories on its borders.

Therefore, Westheid didn’t need to worry about a thing. He would annex all the Pioneer Territories surrounding the Qinghui Territory. Whoever stood in his way would die!

But during her time with Westheid, the Lady of the Golden Iris had keenly sensed something. Perhaps it was Duke Qinghui’s immense confidence, or perhaps her intelligence network in the Imperial Capital had given her some insight.

In short, the true master of White Rock City decisively surrendered, choosing to bet her entire family’s fortune on Westheid. Such audacity took Duke Qinghui completely by surprise.

’Well, I’ll be damned. You actually found the only way for your family to survive the future.’

Westheid wasn’t a monster, after all. Since the Lady of the Golden Iris was so perceptive and understood the gravity of the situation, he gladly accepted her fealty.

"Doesn’t this just prove that our Qinghui Territory is really on the rise!"

Yolanda was in an excellent mood. She had come expecting to be extorted while negotiating the release of the Qinghui slaves, but instead, after just a few days, they had taken the entire city of White Rock without deploying a single soldier.

’This was better than anything she could have dreamed of!’

However, Yolanda’s perception was clearly a step below theirs. She hadn’t reached the same level of understanding as Westheid and the Lady of the Golden Iris. She still thought Westheid had conquered White Rock City purely through his prowess in bed.

So, the platinum-blonde girl even began to attentively massage Westheid’s leg, saying earnestly:

"I knew it! Strong desire is a virtue, Brother. I used to think your debauchery in the Imperial Capital was just a waste of time, but I never thought it could have such a wonderful application. These past few days... have truly been an eye-opener for me."

Yolanda recalled her experiences as a bystander over the past several days. Even though she was long accustomed to her brother’s philandering, her delicate, pretty face couldn’t help but blush crimson.

"Don’t you get any ideas and start treating this as the new normal, asking me to replicate this stunt elsewhere."

Seeing his foolish little sister’s eager expression, Westheid immediately guessed what she was thinking. She wanted the Patriarch to "work hard" and "acquire" more vassal forces for the Qinghui Territory for free.

’Picking up bad habits, are we?!’

"This only worked because Oreos is too young. If we were dealing with those old foxes in the Imperial Capital, they wouldn’t break the rules even if their entire family was cuckolded, let alone if they themselves were locked away in a remote mountain cabin with four muscle-bound brutes for three months of ultimate humiliation."

Westheid said nonchalantly, "Oreos is actually an anomaly among the Imperial Nobility."

How would a typical member of the Imperial Nobility handle this kind of situation?

The answer is: they would be ecstatic. Westheid wouldn’t even have to make a move; they’d proactively send their own sisters to him, ply him with the finest food and drink, and reward him with lavish gifts.

Their only condition would be that if any children resulted from the union, they would have to remain with their family, not be handed over to the Qinghui Family.

Are you kidding? This is a chance to improve their family’s genetics with a Holy Spirit Bloodline. Dignity? Honor? All of it must be sacrificed for the sake of the family’s genetic Ascension!

The Radiant Holy Tree’s Prosperity Law had long twisted the entire aristocratic society into a cult of extreme bloodline supremacists. As long as your bloodline was noble enough, you could sleep around as you pleased. All concepts of etiquette, honor, and shame—all ethics and morals—could be ignored.

This was because the Holy Tree encouraged its followers to be "fruitful and multiply" and to practice "selective breeding." For the sake of "Eternal Prosperity," everyone was expected to offer up everything they had—their lives, their beliefs, their ideals—to carry out the will of the Divine Ancestor.

"...That’s true."

After her initial excitement, Yolanda calmed down and sighed with regret.

"...Besides, I don’t enjoy doing things this way. This time was an exception."

Westheid’s eyelids drooped slightly as he said slowly,

"Doing something like this once in a while can be considered a diversion, a bit of amusement. But if I were to truly rely on it as a primary method, wouldn’t I become just another believer in the Radiant Holy Tree?"

Imperial Citizens took pride in carrying out the will of the Divine Ancestor, but Westheid harbored grand ambitions of Ascension. How could he allow himself to be controlled and influenced by a Celestial God?

Westheid didn’t deny that he craved conquest and victory. He enjoyed being adored, worshipped, feared, and relied upon... but to achieve all that with the lower half of his body was rather unseemly.

’Such unorthodox methods could hardly be considered a Great Enterprise. I still need to achieve things that can be openly proclaimed, accomplishments my people can be proud of.’

’Time for great things... Time to accomplish great things!’

Westheid stood up, let out a long sigh, and said,

"Alright, the slave contracts of the Qinghui People should all be dissolved by now, and they’ve rested enough. We can return to the Qinghui Territory. There’s still a pile of work to do at the forward base, isn’t there?"

Yolanda said, "I thought you’d want to indulge yourself a while longer, Brother. After all, once you’re back with that Ranger, you won’t have another chance to steal someone’s love... Don’t you enjoy that process?"

She had long noticed that Westheid deliberately maintained a positive image in front of Mivana, which was why she said it.

"Slander! How dare you baselessly tarnish my good name?!"

Westheid clutched his chest, looking flustered and exasperated.

"I have always been a Pure Love War God!"

Westheid was, indeed, a firm Pure Love War God. He believed that the true essence of love was the melding of souls and the harmony of spirits.

What’s that? You say a human-shaped self-propelled cannon has no right to talk about pure love?

Of course he has the right! And if you really want to get down to it... how is purely ’doing it’ not a form of pure love?

How could pure love be such an inflexible concept!?