Miracle Card Shop: All My Cards Can Be Actualize - Chapter 290

Chapter 290 <Spoiler>

The great plunder persisted for almost a week before coming to an end. With trillions of metal scarabs working in tandem, all the wealth in Mammon’s hell was plundered. As Mammon’s wealth dwindled to nothing, so did his power, as it was proportionate to his wealth.

All of his demons, previously under his rule, swiftly retreated into hell, abandoning Mammon. With no power over them and nothing substantial to offer, Mammon found himself deserted, and the more powerful his minions were, the quicker they abandoned him.

Now, his hell was stripped bare of all valuables. He stood as a hell lord in name only, devoid of power. Even normal humans could bully Mammon at this point.

It’s crucial to note that Mammon’s hell realm boasted the most abundant wealth among all the hell lords. It was a true manifestation of the phrase ‘unimaginable wealth.’ Trillions of metal scarabs worked day and night to plunder it, aided by Daniel’s universal pocket and universal vault in his base. Without these things, storing such unimaginable wealth would have been impossible.

At this moment, Daniel could be deemed the richest person on Earth in the truest sense. Even Greed, the former wealthiest individual, had her fortune completely eclipsed by Daniel. All of Daniel’s wealth had the potential to crash the global market if he so desired.

The magical ore and mythical substances coveted by mages were now in Daniel’s possession, and he could squander them for hundreds of years without depleting his reserves.

After the extensive plunder, and with all the wealth within Mammon’s Hell realm exhausted, Daniel falls into unconsciousness. The metal scarabs immediately revert to their usual automatic routine, engaging in the maintenance of the base and serving as tools for the artificers within to craft artifacts as usual.

—?Atlanteus base – Medical Center – VIP Room —

In the heart of Atlanteus Base, nestled within the Medical Center, lies the VIP Room—a haven of comfort and tranquility designed for moments of respite. As night descends upon the underground cityscape, a soft artificial sky bathes the room in a gentle, ambient glow, mimicking the serene night above.

The VIP Room itself exudes an air of luxury and sophistication. The walls are adorned with muted tones, creating a calming atmosphere. Dimmable lights, embedded seamlessly in the ceiling, offer customizable illumination to suit the occupant’s mood. The room is spacious, allowing for a seamless blend of functionality and aesthetics.

A plush king-sized bed with fine linens serves as the centerpiece, providing the utmost in comfort. The bedding, chosen for its softness and quality, invites a restful night’s sleep. Beside the bed stands a sleek nightstand, embellished with a touch-sensitive control panel that oversees the room’s lighting, temperature, and entertainment system.

Large panoramic windows, strategically placed to offer a breathtaking view of the artificial skyline, allow moonlight to filter into the room. The cityscape outside twinkles with a myriad of lights, casting a gentle glow that complements the warm interior.

Penthesilea stays by Daniel’s side to take care of him after the matter ends and Daniel loses consciousness due to exhaustion, a faint smile adorning her face. A comfortable armchair and a small table nearby are designated for her use, ensuring both proximity and convenience.

The atmosphere is hushed, with the only sounds being the distant hum of the underground city and the occasional soft footsteps echoing in the corridor.

She doesn’t want time to move forward; she simply wants to linger beside her lord, gazing at his defenseless sleeping face. Penthesilea finds an unfamiliar yet somehow yearned-for joy in this simple yet profound moment.

Before coming here, Penthesilea had already visited the doctor in the medical center, undergoing heart checks and consultations with both a psychiatrist and psychologist to confirm that what she was feeling was not abnormal but a natural manifestation of her emotions.

It appears she has fallen for her lord. Her presence here is not solely driven by the desire to care for him; it’s also to confirm the matters of her heart.

Recollections of her time as the queen of the Amazons flood back. In her queendom, the girls were proactive, pursuing male partners they fancied and swiftly entering relationships to bear children. She recalls their motto: “To conquer a man’s heart, first conquer a man’s body,” or something along those lines.

Inspired by her past, Penthesilea decides to take a proactive approach. Faced with Daniel, her lord and a stronger figure, she refrains from aggressive actions. Instead, she opts for a gentler strategy.

Her dainty hand reaches toward Daniel’s hair, gently stroking it with love and care. Gradually, Penthesilea leans in a little closer and plants a small kiss on Daniel’s lips.

At this moment, Daniel’s eyes widened in surprise, startling Penthesilea, whose lips inadvertently met his.

“Whaaa!” Crash!

Taken aback, Penthesilea tumbled to the floor instead of landing in her seat beside her lord’s opulent patient bed. Desperate to catch onto something and avoid embarrassment, she unintentionally grabbed her lord’s patient gown.

Rriiipppp!

Now, both Daniel’s chest and six-pack abdomen were exposed, and he looked at her with a stunned expression, as if witnessing a side he never expected. Penthesilea managed to stand up, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Kyaaaa! I’m… I’m sorry, my lord! I’ll… I’ll immediately fix this!… somehow…” Penthesilea hurriedly apologized, but in her attempt to release her grip on the torn gown, she unintentionally made the situation worse.

Noticing this, she quickly let go, placing the fabric down, but strangely, the fabric responded to her touch, revealing more than it should. Now, there was no need for a professor to point out where she had touched.

“Calm down… It’s okay. Just don’t touch the sensitive areas,” Daniel reassured her, attempting to ease the awkward situation, though his own body seemed to have a different idea.

Now, Penthesilea’s face turned as red as a tomato. She felt an overwhelming urge to hide in a hole until the end of the world, but a phrase from her Amazon brethren echoed in her mind, “To conquer a man’s heart, first conquer a man’s body.”

With newfound resolve, Penthesilea slowly removed her suit, unbuttoned her shirt and belt, and approached the patient bed. She daringly perched herself on Daniel’s body, assuming a risky posture.

Gazing into his eyes, she mumbled some incoherent words, though Daniel could discern the recurring phrase, “To conquer a man’s heart, first conquer a man’s body.” Her face remained flushed, a blend of love and shyness, yet an underlying resistance persisted.

“My lord… I… I’ll take care of that need for you. You have no need to hold back and don’t need to mind me about anything… just treat this as a service and apologize from me,” Penthesilea shyly uttered in a hushed tone.

“Penthesilea… No…” Daniel refused, his gaze solemn, causing Penthesilea to feel an overwhelming desire to disappear. This was the worst-case scenario for her, haunted by memories of her defiled corpse during the Trojan War, particularly by Achilles.

“I… I understand, My lord… I’m not worthy of you…” Tears welled in Penthesilea’s eyes as she hastily buttoned her shirt, but Daniel intervened.

Locking eyes with her, he explained in a solemn yet gentle tone, “Listen to me first… I said no because I won’t treat you like a plaything, something you might associate with from your era. It will not be just a service. For me… there is a line, and if you cross it, I won’t let you go. No matter what, even if your lover Achilles comes out of hell, I’ll kill him again and send him back…”

“What!? What did you say, my lord!?” Penthesilea interrupted, startling Daniel.

“Huh? I said that there is a line for me. If you cross that line, I won’t let you go,” Daniel answered.

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“Oh… Achilles is your lover?” Daniel responded, a bit confused.

“Yes! He’s not my lover! My lord! I feel so disgusted every time someone speaks about that prick! Where did you learn that he’s my lover!?” Penthesilea interrogated.

“Well, I think from the internet? Some websites well-versed in mythology lore state that he’s your lover. And it’s not just any website; it’s a website from the Curtained World, guaranteed by the Hightower for information correctness,” Daniel explained, recalling the Hightower-sponsored website that Envy had provided access to.

“Hightower! Again! Someday I’ll burn it to the ground!” Penthesilea grudgingly declared. She then looked at her lord with deep passion and continued, “Anyway, he’s not my lover, and I’ll show you, my lord! With my body!” Penthesilea declared with determination, sealing her proclamation with a deep kiss on her lord’s lips.

Thus, the long session of indoor night sport on the bed between Daniel and Penthesilea commenced. It could be said that this was Penthesilea’s first foray into such sport, evident in her awkward movements, but compared to Koyuki, her stamina in this domain surpassed the standards of a typical athlete. However, she still couldn’t keep up with Daniel, given his multiple constitution-blessing enchantments.