Back when he first managed to resist the law of desire, it was the thought of his mother being taken away that gave him the impetus to resist the law bearing down on him. Inside that meditation room, Greg knew that he would have as many do-overs as he'd need so long as he could supply mana to the formation around him. And yet, the thought of losing those he cared for gave him enough impetus to push against a fundamental law of the universe. Standing here on deck, Greg had only one thought running through him. If he lost here, it was game over. It would be easy to dismiss this small interaction, but like a game of chess, every move he made counted. The more ground he ceded to his foes, the more likely the game wouldn't go his way. And with his life and that of everyone he cared about on the line, Greg wasn't willing to grant even an inch to his opponents. With the weight of everyone he cared about driving his will, Greg tore through the paper-thin will trying to press down on him, an

From the death glare the one mage sent his way, it was clear that he would have loved nothing more than to freeze his tongue solid and let Greg choke on it. His gaze, however, moved over to his brother who still hadn't managed to lift his head even an inch from the wood of the deck. The man had been forced to pull his lips back in an ugly grimace and breathe through the sides of his mouth, lest he suffocate. Whatever desire for blood the ice mage seemed to have he immediately recognized wouldn't be satisfied here. Was Greg making enemies? Yes. Did he have any choice in the matter? None at all. The moment these people had thought him a weakling, he'd ceased to be worth consideration in their minds. So long as that remained the case, not only would he have no hope of gaining any allies among them, but worse, they'd also think that they could mess with him and his people. No, he needed to set the tone right from the start. They needed to know that coming for him or anyone he cared ab

Unlike Mage Kenro, this new mage didn't emerge from one of the airships around, instead, she was standing on the bow of an airship of her own, her gaze fixed on Ssalythia. The projection of the world serpent only had the scales on the other edges of her serpentine eyes, accentuating her beauty. But while the approaching woman had normal human eyes, the same three scales marked the outer edges of both her eyes. Mother and child had the same sharp features, the same cold gaze, and the same unspoken authority exuded by their very presence. Like Gerom, the newcomer rose into the air and crossed the distance between their two airships. Unlike the fire mage, however, she seemed only interested in her mother. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon," she said, throwing her hands around the woman in a tight embrace. Ssalythia stood stiffly, not returning her supposed daughter's embrace. The latter, however, didn't seem to mind this in the least and she continued to hold the embrace for a

Despite the two of them sharing the same body and essentially being in the same head not even Greg was prepared for what Morpheus would do next. With an evil grin spreading on his lips, he reached down and started unfastening his pants. Greg couldn't claim to know all there was to know about Morpheus. One thing he was certain of, however was that the deity wasn't in any way turned on by the woman. Of all the things he'd both intentionally and inadvertently let slip about himself in all their time together, interest in sex in general was not something the deity had ever even hinted at, least of all with a mortal. This was purely an act meant to humiliate. The woman had thought to dictate to him what he would do, regardless of his objection. This was Morpheus' answer. With zero hesitation or shame, Morpheus pulled out his flaccid cock in front of all the powerhouses of the city. "Mercy you say? Earn it!" "You are taking this too far!" An angry voice cut through the silence that had

One of the perks Greg received from merging ten feats of lust was LUST AURA. The description on the card described it as a nascent insight into the aspect of lust. After absorbing it, Greg had become particularly sensitive to lust. With a deity in control of his body, that sense was further heightened as Morpheus could pick up on things Greg wasn't yet adept enough to pick up on. The moment they locked eyes, Greg could immediately feel the torrents of lust coming off the woman. Being a seventh-tier mage, the woman had a rather good poker face. Her gaze wasn't any more intense than that of the others and other than standing unnaturally still, there was nothing that would indicate just how wet her pussy was or that her thighs were slick with her juices. Her nipples must have been hard enough to cut diamonds, but her robes did a good job of hiding that fact. Her breathing was just a little slower than normal, but no one in the present situation would pay any attention to this detail. To