My Servant System - Chapter 1029: Different Perspective

Jillian PoV

“Would you look at that… if those teachers of ours could see this, I think they’d be shitting themselves and crying for their Mother, don’t you?”

A grin spread across my face as we emerged into the open, fresh air after weeks of traversing underground passageways and caverns, and I took a deep breath of the crisp mountain air, filling my lungs to the brim so that I would never again forget this privilege that we had taken for granted.

Beside me, my incredible, genius wife mimicked me and nodded, her emerald eyes and flowing green hair shimmering in the pale gold rays of the sun, while her unblemished bronze skin continued to remain as appetizing as ever, especially now that this hellish trip had come to an end.

“Few people are ever able to claim that they have set eyes upon this land, and even fewer still wanted to do so in the first place… isn’t it exciting to be here, my love? To be in this cradle of existence for the world itself? All the secrets waiting to be uncovered, all the power fluttering just outside of our fingertips! It can be ours! All of it can be ours!”

Her grin began to match mine as we swept our gazes outwards, onto a scene that had only been described to us loosely through books and reluctant reminiscing; towering mountains scaled into the sky and threatened to poke out the sun, their peaks capped in snow and ice, but each one was made from a different material.

To our left a sprawling desert of golden and red sand spanned out as far as our eyes could see, and in the center was a gigantic red mountain smothered in flame and reflecting any and all light thanks to the glass cliffs, though even that mountain of heat was chilled at the tip.

To the right was a gorgeous and lush jungle of towering blue barked trees, their violet leaves rustling in the wind and calling for our attention, while the few mountains that peeked out of the violet ocean scratched the sky above and absorbed the light, their black and dark purple rock surface taking on a frosty appearance that only accentuated how stygian they were.

And then in front of us was a simple plain of yellow green grass that rolled out for miles, the various mounds and single mountain in the distance giving it a myriad of elevations for all sorts of life.

This diverse selection of biomes was only found in one place that I was aware of on this continent, and it was as my love had said; this was the cradle of existence itself for this world, a ginormous melting pot of potential and nature mixed to absolute perfection.

“This… This is the Labyrinthian! We are finally here, after all this time~! These lands of change incarnate, this crucible of raw power waiting for someone to come and harness it. We are finally within this domain of the world’s beauty made manifest!”

Ayla clasped her hand with mine as she hugged my arm, unable to tear her eyes off of the three unique and exquisite biomes of the world given real physical form, the artistry of the world we lived in painted upon a myriad of canvases that melded together perfectly no matter how you placed them within these borders.

“Just think about the progress that we can make now that we are here! The resources available to us, the monsters waiting to be used as test subjects and sparring partners! All of my theories and ideas can finally be put to the test, all of our dreams can begin coming to fruition!”

Her excitement was infectious, and my grin widened as I looked down across the plains before taking in both the desert and the jungle on either side, their secrets waiting to be uncovered by us, their valuables begging to be taken by us.

Everything here was ours for the taking, and no one else’s; no one else traveled into the Labyrinthian frequently, not even the Empress and her Empire, not the Sultana, not the Emperor of the Dynasty, not the Kings or Queens of the Confederacy…

And while the Labyrinthian was a living, breathing continent that many claimed had its own emotions and even had a small amount of sentience, it wasn’t something that would take note of us unless we overstayed our welcome or took too much too quickly.

This abundance of mana that made the air almost solid fueled this entire place, and if we weren’t stupid we could become one with this land, living alongside it and with it instead of on it; and we weren’t stupid, not anymore.

No one came into the Labyrinthian because they were scared, but there was no reason to be afraid of the Labyrinthian; it wasn’t an evil place, waiting to kill whomever let their guard down, nor was it insidiously plotting how to expand even further beyond its mountainous borders.

It was just a place full of mystical wonder that was now free for us to peruse however we wanted, and that… that was just what I wanted to do, and after weeks of terrible spelunking in those caves and tunnels, we were finally here…

“We can finally begin… This is where we can get the power we need to make the world ours, Ayla… This is where it all begins. The beginning of our new lives, the beginning of our rule; here, in the Labyrinthian. You, me…”

Giving her hand a squeeze, I grinned at the green haired Elf and placed a kiss on her lips, before glancing over my shoulder and grinning at the three eyed Arch Fiend behind me that I had once hated, but had now come to love and respect.

Curvy and pink skinned, Sla’Prumstu had grown on me in more ways than one, especially since the Arch Fiend had become a part of my own power, and by extension, I was a piece of hers now too, our mutually beneficial deal providing benefits to all parties involved.

Her three eyes – two normal and one in the center of her brow – were filled with the same indifference that she normally had whenever she was idle, but as soon as she noticed me staring at her she smiled, those pink eyes retaking their luster as she stepped forwards and said “Yes, the Labyrinthian is going to be quite the home for us, isn’t it? A place no one would ever think to look, a place where the world itself protects you with its ever shifting biomes… A place ripe with fruits laden with power.”

Taking her place on my other side, Sla’Prumstu leaned over and kissed me deeply, her three eyes open still even as we shared a moment of passion since she was staring straight at Ayla, trying to make my wife jealous.

“No one? No, I can think of a few that might know where we are… where we might have ‘fled’. A few close to us, and a few not so close…”

Sucking on the Arch Fiend’s tongue, I savored the kiss before breaking away so that I could say “Ayla, we’ve talked about it many a time already; that Fiend won’t spill secrets that easily, not to just anybody they come across. Besides, that Fiend said they’d be heading westwards, not to the east; they shouldn’t run into that bitch and her little harem of whores.”

“We should have just killed them and been done with it, Jillian… why take the risk? They might not speak, but they seemed rather… social.”

“Social? Perta is a slut for socialization, but she isn’t an idiot Ayla. Perta won’t tell anyone about what she helped us with, alright? Besides… you should point that finger of yours inwards; who was it that decided to convert an entire Cult of Tza worshippers into my own followers? Hm?”

“Please, the two of you shouldn’t be arguing now of all times~! We just got out of those damn caves and I want to take in the fresh open air, alright? So stop blaming one another! Besides…”

My hands clapped down against their bottoms as I grinned at them, though it wasn’t out of joy or lust, but hatred as I hissed “We all agreed we would stop assuming that they won’t figure this out on their own, hm? From what we heard, they have not one, not two, but three separate Arch Fiends to aid them, and to try and claim that they are all normal people..?”

Both of my women nodded quietly, not saying a word as they heard me growl “None of those four are going to leave us be, and neither will we leave them be. I want that Dogkin bitch, I want to rip the horns off of that Demoness’ arrogant fucking head… I want to slit that Vampire’s whore’s throat, and snap the neck of that idiotic, muscle headed Begum… but even though I hate them all, I won’t be arrogant and assume that they really are all idiots. Neither should you.”