Chapitre 3: Deus Vult
When Uther awoke from his slumber, he felt his mind clear, his fatigue dissipate, and the immense stress of being transmigrated into a dying man with an impossible task lifted from his shoulders.
All of it culminated in a single, decisive thrust into Morgan le Fay's pussy.
[Task: Have sex with Morgan le Fay]
[Progress: Completed]
[Reward: Senzu Beans (20) (Dragon Ball), Avalon (1) (Fate), Conqueror's Haki (One Piece)]
Afterward, he retrieved a Senzu Bean from his inventory and swallowed it. Instantly, all his hidden injuries healed, and the ailments that typically plagued men in middle age vanished.
He felt rejuvenated, as though he were young again, although his appearance remained that of a strikingly handsome middle-aged man. He was content with this outcome—at least he didn't end up with the face of an ugly bastard.
There was a reason Morgan le Fay became a "lovestruck" the moment she laid eyes on Uther—it was because he was undeniably handsome.
Next, he took Avalon from his inventory and integrated it into his body, feeling an endless surge of strength. Avalon granted him immortality, impregnable defense, endless regeneration, and much more. It was indeed the most valuable reward he had received, second only to the Senzu Beans.
Rising from his bed, he picked up a regal red satin robe and draped it over his naked body. As he gazed into the mirror, he saw that his face resembled Tywin Lannister from Game of Thrones, with striking green eyes.
It could be said that he had the kind of face that not easy to be messed with.
Satisfied with his reflections and reassured that his appearance did justice to the handsomeness of both his past and current lives, Uther approached the rack before him. He selected a bottle from his wine collection, carefully uncorked it, and poured the rich red liquid into his glass, watching as it gracefully flowed within.
He settled at the edge of the bed, savoring the drink, Merlin suddenly intruded, his face marked with anxiety.
"Are you still alive, my friend?"
"I am," Uther replied, taking a measured sip of his wine, his gaze meeting Merlin's anxious expression with a playful glint. "Perhaps you expected me to die, Merlin?"
"How could I harbor such thoughts?" Merlin stammered, hurriedly explaining himself, his voice tinged with fear of being misunderstood. "I'm just surprised that you defied fate."
"You may not know, Merlin, but I have gained power beyond your comprehension, even beyond this world. I believe we no longer need an heir—I will lead Camelot myself," Uther asserted.
Merlin blinked at the bold proclamation before cautiously inquiring, "What about Artoria? What about the Sword in the Stone? What about the prophecy?"
"Tell the realm that I have been resurrected. Inform the church to come to me. I have received enlightenment from God, and He wills me to rule this land," Uther declared, his voice ringing with newfound conviction. "They should give me their full support to rule this land according to God's will. Tell them, Merlin, will this do too?"
"It will, my king," Merlin replied, bowing deeply.
"If they refuse, brand them as heretics. I have no place for heretics in my realm," Uther chuckled.
"Is that all, my king?" Merlin inquired.
"If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave, my king."
"Wait a moment..." Uther interrupted. "I need Artoria and Morgan to fully stand by my side. This time, we can no longer afford division. We will rule Britannia as one. Convey this to my cousin, Melusine, as well. She must support my claim to the throne, or I will march to Londinium myself and crush her."
"Consider it done, my friend," Merlin smirked, pleased with his friend's newfound resolve. It promised more chaos and, consequently, more entertainment for him.
Unintentionally, his tongue slipped, addressing Uther as a friend rather than a king.
"It's 'king,' Merlin," Uther corrected him.
"Yes, my king." Despite the correction, Merlin remained unfazed, his grin unwavering.
It seems everything is going to get a lot more interesting.
Will Uther change Britannia's destiny for the better, or will it spiral into a worse direction?
Only time will tell, my friends, only time will tell.
One thing is certain: Merlin will watch his friend with great interest as the world burns.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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