Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 193 - 3: After Fighting for So Long, Can’t We Enjoy Ourselves?

Westheid had thought the two of them could deepen their connection, but he was simply being wishful.

Reiya and Mivana were markedly different. Although both possessed the pride of a powerhouse and appeared cool and aloof, they were completely different in the details.

Due to her unique upbringing, the Silver-haired Princess... ’How should I put it...’ viewed Westheid as exceptionally important. For her, intimate acts with her lover were imbued with an almost sacred quality.

She saw it as a reward for herself, a supreme prize she would only allow herself to claim after achieving sufficient merits.

Mivana, by contrast, was far more frank. The Wolf-eared Maiden had always abided by the code of a Knight of Chivalry, holding sincerity toward others as her guiding principle.

Whether it was desire, emotion, or ideals, she believed in speaking her mind with a clear conscience.

Furthermore, thanks to Westheid’s "Star Universe Therapy," she was even more voracious in bed than Reiya, who had Dragon Blood.

Regardless of the time or place, the moment Westheid came into her sight, she would be wagging her tail, eager to jump him. If Westheid so much as nodded, Mivana would drain him dry without a second thought, as if it were as simple as eating or drinking.

To be blunt, Reiya’s dissatisfaction with Mivana wasn’t born from possessiveness, but from a fundamental difference in their values.

Because the lover she treasured and valued above all else was being... well, Mivana was practically standing up and riding him like a damn rodeo bull!

That posture of ferocious ravaging left Reiya utterly dumbfounded.

What followed was an anger she herself couldn’t quite explain. ’Disgusting. Utterly disgusting!’

Mivana, on the other hand, just thought Reiya was being melodramatic. Whether as one of the Beastmen Following Their Instincts or as a knight bound by honor, she believed that fervent intimacy with a loved one was something to be praised and encouraged.

’You want to be a bootlicker, and you expect me to be one too? I may be a wolf-eared beastman, but I’m no suck-up, you know!’

This clash of values created a hostility far deeper than mere jealousy.

A beleaguered Westheid had to rack his brains for a long time to smooth things over and defuse the tense atmosphere.

The relationship between his two most important prospective Apostles had become complicated. Westheid had to admit he wasn’t as perceptive about people as he’d imagined.

’Forget it. Instead of playing these petty games, I should just focus on improving myself. Once I’m strong enough to crush everyone, I can have whoever I want, however I want. I’ll never let myself be put in this difficult position again.’

After scoring the ancestral property from Old Deng, his [Bright Radiance Manifested in the World] Talent truly began to take off.

What Westheid had to do next was clear: rebuild the Qinghui Territory and develop it into a prosperous and flourishing domain.

The requirement of [Anchored in the Mortal World’s Fanatic Realm] was, well, neither difficult nor simple.

The simple part was that as long as you were powerful enough, achieving it was merely a matter of time.

The difficult part was that no matter how strong you were, there were no shortcuts.

The [Radiant Holy Tree] spent nearly two hundred years to fulfill this requirement. This was because the Holy Tree was meticulous, carefully designing every single cornerstone of the empire it constructed.

The [Emperor Qianlu] wasn’t as particular, and it still took him over a hundred years to unify the Lake’s Full Mirror and the Land of Rhythm under the Royal Court.

However, these examples were of little value to him, because Westheid couldn’t live that long. In the Mortal World, a Transcendent without a touch of Divinity, even one at the Legendary Celestial Rank, had a lifespan of a little over a hundred years at best.

Even if you could destroy heaven and earth, your lifespan wouldn’t increase. Any attempts at modification would only lead to dire consequences. Old age, sickness, and death are the fate of mortals. Not even a Celestial God could extend a mortal’s life without altering their fundamental nature.

The most relevant example for Westheid was the [Yonglan Riding God]. This mortal Ascender took fifty years to establish his nation. Moreover, he hadn’t deliberately managed it himself; the Country of Yonglan was cobbled together by the Riding God’s own followers.

’If that’s the case, then with my careful planning, prescient knowledge, and a shared Tier T0 Talent, there’s no way I’ll be slower than the Yonglan Riding God, right?’

’I’ll give you a number: thirty years!’

’Within thirty years! I will establish my own Fanatic Realm!’

Westheid harbored such lofty ambitions, even with a homeland that had been reduced to a near wasteland before him.

Almost no part of the entire Qinghui Territory was left intact. Under the "thorough cultivation" of the Chaos Demon Army, the Qinghui Territory had undergone a complete de-urbanization. Only the settlement on the River of Fireflies could be considered a decent place to live.

When Duke Qinghui led the triumphant army back to their main camp on the banks of the Firefly River, he was, as expected, met with endless cheers and celebration.

"We won!"

"We’re victorious!"

"Hooray! Hooray!"

When news from the front lines arrived, the Purity People of the Firefly River were ecstatic, running around to spread the word.

Although they had already sensed victory during the liberation of the Purity Forest, now that the moment had truly arrived, there was still a surreal, dreamlike ecstasy.

The returning legions marched with their heads held high down the wide streets, enjoying a hero’s welcome of warm embraces and cheers from their kinsfolk.

"Your Majesty, my Lord... the Qinghui Territory, the Qinghui Territory... has it finally been reclaimed?"

As a non-combatant, Roy had not gone to the front lines with the army. However, this Civil Servant, who had worked tirelessly for the Qinghui Territory, had made significant contributions on the home front. In Westheid and Yolanda’s absence, Roy had kept the settlement running in perfect order.

Now, this elegant, purple-haired man was sobbing uncontrollably, clutching Westheid’s chariot and practically shuffling forward on his knees.

"My children."

Duke Qinghui raised his arm under countless fanatical gazes, causing the crowd surrounding him to fall silent for a moment. Westheid just shrugged and smiled.

"What should I say?"

"When I first came among you, I promised to reclaim our homeland within a year. Now, that time has come. Have I or have I not fulfilled the promise I made to you?"

"Chaos is OUT! From this day forward, as long as you are under the protection of the Qinghui Territory, you will never again suffer the threat of Chaos!"

"You don’t have to be on edge anymore. Drink to your hearts’ content! This is the reward you’ve earned!"

"I permit you to celebrate the victory you forged with your own hands!"

Westheid was a very humane ruler. The first decree he issued was not to demand his people immediately throw themselves into reconstruction, but to hold a victory banquet.

To party hard!

Previously, to maximize their war potential, everyone in the Qinghui Territory had been worked like beasts of burden. All who could enlist, enlisted. All who could work in the factories, worked in the factories. Although their basic needs for food and warmth were met, working around the clock was genuinely exhausting.

There were even occasional incidents of death from overwork. From Duke Qinghui down to the common folk, as long as you were one of the Qinghui People, you had to function as a cog in the machine to reclaim the homeland. Not even death could stop you!

But now that the reclamation plan had been completed ahead of schedule, Westheid felt it was time to let everyone have a good, long rest.

’After fighting for so long, don’t we deserve to enjoy ourselves a little?’