Returning to the spacious and quiet study in the Lord's Mansion, Link eagerly called up the system interface.
Looking at the remaining 2000-plus bika points, a surge of anticipation rose in his heart, and he immediately decided to perform the last two designated draws.
For him, the options for this draw were all extremely attractive.
First, naturally, was the Sharingan he had been longing for.
Secondly, it was the power of the gods from the world of Elden Ring, from the doujin world foot of the erdtree.
That was the power possessed by a deity, containing endless mysteries and formidable might; once obtained, it would surely bring a qualitative leap in his strength.
Both of these options, whichever one it was, were extremely practical and powerful abilities.
Link knew that if he could draw one of them, it would be of great help to his future plans and actions.
As he silently confirmed the draw command in his mind, the system's prompt instantly sounded.
[Ding! You used a targeted draw, draw successful!]
Link's eyes instantly lit up, his heart filled with surprise and anticipation.
Immediately after, the system's prompt continued to sound.
[Congratulations! You have successfully drawn from the doujin world Sharingan: Sharingan!]
"It's done!"
Link couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, his face beaming with uncontrollable excitement.
But he also knew that time was pressing and he couldn't dwell on this excitement, so he quickly turned his gaze to the next draw option.
[Ding! You used a targeted draw, draw failed!]
Link's heart tightened slightly, but before he could feel disappointed, the system's prompt came again.
[Congratulations! You have successfully drawn from the doujin world foot of the erdtree: The power of Godfrey, the First Elden Lord!]
Godfrey's power!
Link was slightly stunned; although he didn't draw the power of a deity, he didn't feel any regret or pity.
After all, Godfrey, as the first king of the Elden Ring world, his power was already renowned throughout the world, and naturally, it was extremely strong.
It could be said that Godfrey had already stood at the pinnacle of human warriors, and his power was precisely the solid reason for him to become the First Elden Lord!
As the prompt for the end of the draw fell, the next moment, Link felt a continuous surge of powerful strength emerging within his body.
This power, like a surging tide, rushed wildly within his body, bringing an unprecedented sense of fullness wherever it went.
The most direct manifestation was his level; his level, which had been stuck at 41, began to climb rapidly at an astonishing speed.
The numbers on the screen kept jumping, level 42, level 43... until it barely stopped at level 80, directly doubling!
At the same time, his originally black eyes also flashed with a strange red glow at this moment, as if a mysterious power was circulating within them.
"Heh heh..."
Link clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, the crisp sound echoing in the study.
Feeling the powerful, almost explosive strength within his body, Link couldn't help but hum contentedly, his face filled with an intoxicated expression.
At this moment, his heart was filled with confidence and pride, as if the world was within his grasp.
So, what should he do next?
Link narrowed his eyes slightly, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
Since he had already obtained such powerful strength, it was time to try Lascivious Magic and the power of the Sharingan!
In his mind, the figures of Olivia and Isabelle, the mother and daughter, appeared.
Their beautiful faces and graceful figures made the evil thoughts in Link's heart swell even more.
"It's time to devour this mother and daughter together!"
Link chuckled wickedly, his eyes flashing with greed and desire.
He began to pace in the study, planning how to take this mother and daughter into his possession and fully enjoy their beautiful flesh... As night fell, swallowing all the daytime noise and light, the castle was gradually enveloped in silence and darkness.
Isabelle, the young woman who had not stepped out of that dark and damp dungeon for a long time, was filled with confusion and fear, yet tonight she was led out by a group of maids as if being escorted.
Her steps were unsteady, her eyes showing a fear of the unknown, like a fawn lost in a dark forest.
What she never expected was that the head maid, Della, actually came in person, taking her to the bathroom to bathe and change.
Isabelle was full of surprise, her body trembling slightly from tension, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes, her eyes full of vigilance and unease.
In the bathroom, Isabelle mechanically allowed the maids to handle her, hot water pouring down from her head, yet unable to warm her cold and fearful heart.
It wasn't until the bath ended and Della handed her a set of clothes that Isabelle's sense of unease instantly surged like a torrent, reaching its peak.
It was a pure white, sexy gauze dress, shimmering with a faint glow in the flickering candlelight.
At first glance, it looked like a wedding dress symbolizing purity and beauty, as if carrying the aspirations of countless young women for their weddings.
However, when Isabelle examined it closely, she found that the design of the dress was simply unbearable.
The almost transparent material clearly outlined the body's contours; the crotchless and open-chest design exposed the woman's private parts completely, without the modesty and purity a wedding dress should have, instead exuding an indescribable ambiguity and seductiveness, as if it were specially prepared to please others.
"I... do I really have to wear this dress?"
Isabelle's voice trembled like a leaf in the wind, her eyes full of resistance and pleading.
Della, however, had a stern expression, her eyes showing an unquestionable authority, and coldly replied, "This is the Lord's command, quickly put on the dress. Tonight, you will be able to see your mother."
"I..."
Isabelle bit her lip tightly until it turned white, her heart full of struggle.
Her mother, that was her only light in the darkness, her only support for living.
In order to see her long-unseen mother, she finally endured the humiliation and fear, tremblingly reached out, and with a shaky hand, put on the suggestive wedding dress.
Della then led her through deep and silent corridors to a lavishly decorated yet somewhat eerie bedroom.
She told Isabelle to wait in the room for a moment, then hurried away, leaving Isabelle alone.
Isabelle was terrified; she subconsciously used the bedsheet to cover her sexy, exposed body, curling up in a corner, her eyes filled with terror and helplessness.
Her mind was a tangled mess, countless questions churning within her.
Why would that evil lord make her wear such shameful clothes, almost exclusively worn by prostitutes?
How was her mother now? Was she safe?
Had she also suffered the same treatment as herself?
Would she be locked back into that dark, sunless dungeon in the future, continuing to endure endless torture and pain?
With all sorts of thoughts, Isabelle huddled uneasily in the corner, her heart pounding like a drum, her breathing becoming rapid.
She didn't have to wait too long; soon, rustling footsteps were heard from outside the door, mixed with the continuous gasps of women.
That sound, Isabelle was all too familiar with, as if a curse from the depths of distant memory, instantly freezing her body.
"Click!"
The door slowly opened.
The two people who pushed open the door and walked in made Isabelle's beautiful eyes widen, and she was struck dumb with surprise, as if hit by lightning.
Her mother, Olivia, was wearing clothes similar to her own seductive wedding dress, her chest exposed. Her already ample breasts were now incredibly large, adorned with iron rings and bells.
With every step, the bells would emit a crisp yet jarring jingle, like sharp blades piercing Isabelle's heart.
Looking further down, below her slender waist and on her smooth, white lower abdomen, an eerie heart-shaped pattern glowed with a strange red light, like a curse from hell, sending shivers down one's spine.
"This... what is this?"
"Is it magic?"
Isabelle stammered, her voice trembling, her eyes filled with terror and confusion.
Olivia, however, showed a foolish smile, a smile completely unlike her usual gentle and elegant demeanor.
She stroked her slightly bulging belly with both hands, a twisted satisfaction in her eyes, and said coquettishly, "This is the Lust Mark that Master put on me, oh~ Isabelle will also have it very soon, and then it will become very comfortable, oh~ There's already a little baby in here, oh~ Isabelle also needs to work hard and quickly get pregnant with Master's little baby, oh~"
Isabelle's head buzzed, as if struck by a bolt from the blue, and she stood frozen in place, her legs weak, almost collapsing to the ground.
She couldn't understand why her once gentle, kind, dignified, and virtuous mother had become like this.
Her world seemed to collapse at that moment, tears welled up in her eyes but wouldn't fall, her heart filled with despair and pain, as if she was in an endless abyss of darkness, unable to find a glimmer of hope.
Behind Olivia, Link walked in with a lewd smile, closing the door.
In his eyes, an eerie red glow flashed, and Isabelle felt her body instantly go limp, unable to muster any strength.
She could only hear the evil lord saying, "Yes, Isabelle must be a good child, listen to your mother, and during the period your mother is pregnant with a baby, serve me well and strive to conceive my baby, oh~"
He turned his head and said to the mother, "Come, Olivia, you sit behind Isabelle, spread her legs, I'm going to favor your daughter now. As a mother, you must set a good example for your daughter!"
"Yes, Master~"
Isabelle felt her world completely plunge into darkness at that moment.
Author's Note:
Author's words: PS: I've also started writing the Olivia and Isabelle mother-daughter scene, please give Request for Update (update reminder votes)! Please give monthly passes! I'm hungry, please!