章節 2124: Publicity
With the first round of events scheduled around 11 AM, Vahn went through his morning process of waking Sarina and Nono, helping Usalia with the kids, and cooking breakfast.
Though they had expected him to stop helping them prepare in the mornings, Vahn explained that he actually helped all the girls prepare for their day. He sincerely enjoyed caring for them and took pride in bringing out their natural qualities. Thus, even though Sarina felt as though he was treating her like a child at first, Vahn had cleared her doubts by making love to her in front of the bathroom mirror. Since then, he would help her get ready without a single strand of clothing on while Nono, ever-eager to be pampered, would literally doze off while he was brushing her teeth...
"I'm kind of nervous...everyone in the Little Garden is going to be watching me..."
Staring at her reflection's rather sizeable breasts, Sarina made it pretty clear what she was actually concerned about. Recordings of Gift Games could be purchased from the Communities that helped to organize and broadcast the event throughout the Little Garden. She could try to wear a corset to keep them in place but there was a good chance that perverts throughout the Divine Realm would be gawking at her breasts as she bounced atop a horse...
Recalling how envious Sarina had been of large breasts in the past, Vahn couldn't help chuckling at her complaint. Before she could pout, however, he reached around to cup the two flawless mounds of flesh as he said, "There are plenty of solutions to your problem. I can give you a brassier that lets them settle in a sub-dimensional pocket but most of the women who use that method find it to be uncomfortable. The simplest solution is this..."
Just as Sarina was about to get excited from having her breasts fondled, her eyes widened as she noticed her bosom shrinking at a startling rate. It didn't even take three seconds for her to go from the pinnacle of a D-Cup to a pair of breasts that perfectly fit in the palms of Vahn's hands.
Taking advantage of her momentary stupor, Vahn maintained a smile as he said, "Don't worry. They will inflate to their usual size after a few hours. I can also return them to normal now if you want me to. Your body, your rules."
Hearing Vahn's words, Sarina suppressed her words of protest as she eyed herself in the mirror and joked, "Tione and Tiona would be jealous. Both gripe about their breasts being too big or too small. If they knew it was this easy to solve their problems, they would lose it."
Though his version of Tiona had embraced her small yet tantalizing chest, Vahn still nodded his head in approval of Sarina's words. She liked to talk about her friends back in the Lok Familia, and, if he were being honest, Vahn really enjoyed hearing about her experiences. Her words sometimes made him feel a little melancholic but it was never the bad kind. Instead, it was melancholy tinged with reminiscence and longing...the kind that gave you the strength to overcome anything...
Before Sarina could change her mind, Vahn pulled out a cute yet fashional brassier for her, asking, "How's this? It's enchanted so that people won't be able to focus even if they're looking directly at your breasts."
Seeing the paradoxically cute yet sexy bra manifest to cover her breasts, a wry yet bewitching smile developed across Sarina's face as she stood up, wrapped her arms around Vahn's neck, and began to kiss him. She could always do it later, but, now that she had the opportunity, she wanted to see what it was like to have sex with small breasts. She had also heard that small breasts allowed you to feel closer to the one you loved, so, knowing Vahn could control and manipulate time, she decided to confirm it personally...
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Though the morning lasted a bit longer than he expected, Vahn was in a fantastic mood by the time the event organizers asked him to come out and give his speech. The Communities participating in the Vahnatus, the name he had decided on for his version of the Olympics, had already made their pledge. However, for the sake of the billions, if not trillions of people watching the event, the Host was still expected to make a speech.
Fortunately, some of Vahn's Templates were highly charismatic individuals. He could give a pretty good speech himself, but, more often than not, his boldest statements came when declaring war, riling up soldiers, or issuing ultimatums. He had never been much of a crowd-pleaser, so, prior to the event's start, he made a pseudo-template of himself with a personality very similar to Ganesha. The elephantine God might have a weird laugh but he was inarguably one of the most charismatic individuals Vahn had ever met.
Thanks to the sacrifice of his Template, Vahn was able to lounge in the waiting area while each of the events were previewed using hyper-realistic illusions. He might have to deal with some backlash due to how silly his Template behaved during the introductions, but, as a Pure-Blooded Dragon, he had every right to be eccentric. He was also entitled to indulging himself at his leisure, so, while the crowd and the contestants were all getting riled up in the massive Colosseum he had prepared, he was kicked back with his feet up on a table as Usalia and Fenrir sat on either side of him.
"Look at how excited all the participants are. This is how a Gift Game should be..."
Since most Gift Games required Communities to wager something of significant value, playbacks of previous high-brow Gift Games showed the players as desperate, anxious, and emotional wrecks. In some cases, they were literally fighting with their lives on the line. This excited some viewers, but, at the same time, it horrified many and deterred weaker Communities from ever participating in such events.
Though the Aldrnari Empire was far from perfect, it was idyllic compared to the vast majority of social structures Vahn had observed. At the very least, children were protected, everyone had the opportunity to learn whatever they wanted, and, while there were a number of hellish sub-textures, things like disease and hunger had been eradicated in every territory under Imperial control.
Now that he was developing a production line and had started to personally produce Companions, Vahn was seriously considering spreading his Empire through the Divine Realm. He didn't mind the general structure of the Little Garden. It was the fact that more than 90% of the Realm's inhabitants were relatively normal and powerless people. If the Divine Realm was a place that was supposed to weed out the strong from the weak, there should be a system in place for people who were unable or unwilling to participate to opt-out. Forcing normal people to live in a place dominated by Gods and Demons was utter nonsense.
Fortunately, the only real requirement for establishing an Empire was promoting your Community to 4-Digits. By then, he would have more than enough leeway to extend an invitation to the people living in his personalized Little Garden. They would pounce at the opportunity to help him conquer the 4-7-Digit Gates, so, now that he had decided to become a Floor Master, Vahn figured he might as well become the Overall Floor Master...
"What are you thinking about, plip? Your eyes are even scarier than an Overlord's..."
Raising his brows, Vahn manifested a mirror to take a look at his face whilst answering, "It's nothing bad. I was just thinking the Little Garden could use a bit of restructuring..."
Seeing that his expression appeared normal, Vahn came to the conclusion that Usalia was simply reading his aura. Her instincts were nearly as developed as Fenrir's, and, ever since he was back in Danmachi, it seemed like everyone close to him could understand what he was thinking. Thus, with thoughts of removing a few unsavory Gods dancing across his mind, it was no surprise that Usalia thought his eyes looked scary.
"Mou...so long as it doesn't endanger our kittens, plip..."
Since her children were her only real concern, Usalia was happy so long as they were happy. She knew that Vahn would do everything in his power to protect them, so, even if he waged war and destroyed half the Little Garden, she wouldn't care. Rather, as a former Overlord and General, war was something she was intimately familiar with. If Vahn asked her to raise an army and conquer the entire East Side, she wouldn't even flinch.
Nodding his head in understanding, Vahn drew the presently petite bunny close to him as he said, "Don't worry. I would never place our children in danger..." before planting a kiss atop her head. In response, Usalia rubbed her head and ears against his chest while Fenrir, understanding her Master better than anyone, silently muttered, "Just you wait, Altria..." with a fierce glimmer in her eyes...
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Though she didn't approach Vahn's Template, for quite a number of reasons, Seraphina had been accompanying him during the opening ceremony and the explanation of events. Her primary goal in participating in the Vahnatus was to strengthen her image and spread her name throughout the Divine Realm. Some might assume she was aiming to become a God but her ambitions were much higher than that. If Vahn was going to rule over the entire Little Garden one day, she would be right there alongside him as Empress of all Realities.
With this in mind, Seraphina had no qualms about showing up to her event wearing little more than a purple bikini. She was a lot of things but bashful wasn't one of them. In her mind, it was perfectly natural for men to adore her. After all, she was the most beautiful Overlord in all the Netherworlds. If they wanted to look, they were free to do so. However, if any of them even thought about putting their grubby little hands on her, she wouldn't hesitate to shoot them in the face.
Unsurprisingly, the crowd erupted into enthusiastic, borderline violent cheer the moment Seraphina emerged from the waiting area without a modicum of modesty or shame. This earned her a number of glares from the other female contestants but a few had the wherewithal to unzip their blouses or outright strip down to their underwear. This caused the crowd to enter a frenzy, a thunderous cheer echoing through the arena as hundreds of thousands of people, men and women like, hooted and hollered like wild animals.
While others might have been intimidated by such a riot, Seraphina simply puffed out her chest in pride before issuing her characteristic laugh. A few of the other girls tried to compete with her, but, while there were quite a number of beauties participating in the Shooting event, the eyes of billions of men across the Little Garden were wholly focused on Seraphina...
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Though he wasn't particularly surprised by Seraphina's behavior, Vahn couldn't help exhaling a sigh. After this kind of display, the number of arrogant and licentious fools 'courting death' was going to increase exponentially. He could already imagine idiots like Zeus threatening to declare war on him if he refused to hand over Seraphina as 'compensation' for borrowing the template of the Olympics or making slights against the Olympians. That man was a greedy and licentious fool in pretty much every Record Vahn had visited, and, based on the rumors, this particular Zeus was no different.
"Maybe I should just steal his Fragment of Origin and give it to a little girl? It would be pretty funny to see a loli running around hurling lightning. If I give her a bashful or earnest nature, the people in the Lower Realms won't have to worry about their wives and daughters getting stolen just because an arrogant old horn dog got a little excited..."
As his Thunderbolt Zanpakuto had actually developed a Spirit resembling a young girl with white hair and electric blue eyes, Vahn was highly tempted to entrust the identity of Zeus to her. In fact, if he really wanted to, he could probably replace a lot of Gods and Heroes with his Zanpakuto Spirits. That would give them something to do other than lounging about in his soul, and, considering he was going to rule over the Record itself, placing his Zanpakuto and Companions in charge wasn't the worst idea he had come up with...
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Heresy...','The sleeping dragon has begun to stir...','Leave a comment if you'd like to see Zeus-chan bitch slap her predecessor into oblivion xD...')
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章節 2125: Pleasant Surprise
Though there were a number of expert marksmen participating in the Shooting Competition, none were able to compete against Seraphina. She might not have been particularly accurate when Vahn first met her, but, after a thousand years of practice, she could even snipe an enemy commander on a command deck hundreds of kilometers away with relative precision.
Since it was a competition that took into account the existence of Demigods, Demihumans, and people with Divine Blessings, the difficulty of events increased without limit until a final winner was decided. By the end of the Shooting Competition, Seraphina was dinging targets moving around at hypersonic speeds. Only a single other contestant, a descendant of Hou Yi himself, had managed to keep up with her. Unfortunately, due to the restrictions placed on Gift usage, the youthful-looking Chinese girl eventually hit a wall due to being Tier 3 while Seraphina was pushing the pinnacle of Tier 4.
If Vahn had been in Seraphina's shoes, not that she was wearing any, he might have let the earnest young marksmen win. Unfortunately for her, Seraphina's entire reason for participating in the event was to show off. Thus, the moment her victory was assured, she began showboating and posing as much as possible while dinging every target as if her bullets were magnetic. This caused a number of people to think she was cheating, but, thanks to Black Rabbit serving as Judge Master, none of them were brave enough to come forward with their allegations...
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"Yahoooo~! Did you see my performance~?"
Since Vahn's event wasn't until much later in the day, Seraphina was able to track him down after giving a short interview about how great she was. The presence of Fenrir and Usalia slightly irked her, but, without losing her smile, she shamelessly walked over and straddled Vahn's lap without changing out of her bikini.
Though she squinted her eyes in response to Seraphina's behavior, Fenrir didn't say anything as she was currently too weak to punish the pink-haired Demoness. She would probably emerge the victor in a life and death battle but that was a moot point considering she would never kill the women her Master was fond of.
Fortunately for Fenrir and Usalia both, Vahn reacted to Seraphina's selfish display by giving her pert and bubbly butt a firm smack. This caused her body to jump, back straightening as a surprised yelp emanating from her throat. When he removed his hand, a very prominent red mark could be seen on her previously unblemished, perfectly white bottom.
"Hey! What's the big idea...!?"
Were it not for the presence of Fenrir and Usalia, Seraphina wouldn't have been bothered by the fact Vahn had spanked her. Rather, she was quite fond of being 'disciplined' when they were alone together.
Giving her opposite cheek a much lighter smack, Vahn maintained a relaxed yet no-nonsense look on his face as he firmly stated, "You know better than to antagonize the others. You also know I give you a lot of special treatment. I don't appreciate you stepping in and behaving selfishly like this..."
Though she adopted a rather prominent pout, Seraphina didn't attempt to refute Vahn's words. She might be selfish but she knew when she was in the wrong. Vahn was also massaging away the pain in her bottom so she merely harumphed before looking between Fenrir and Usalia, saying, "Sorry..." in a pouty yet sincere tone.
Since her Master had already meted out punishment, Fenrir's resentment had largely dissipated as she replied, "It's okay. Just don't do it again. Master might tolerate bad girls but he is most fond of those who make an effort to be good. You might be a Demon and a Succubus but you can still be a good girl if you do your best."
Offering a wry smile in response to Fenrir's usual ministrations, Seraphina briefly shifted her gaze to Usalia. The latter simply shrugged at her, so, now that both girls had accepted her apology, she met Vahn's gaze, her demeanor changing completely as she seductively purred, "When can I expect my reward~?"
Restraining the urge to roll his eyes, Vahn matched Seraphina's gaze with a smoldering leer as he answered, "That depends...Fenrir and Usalia may have forgiven you but a single smack isn't much of a punishment. I'm thinking of using this as an opportunity to help the three of you grow closer..."
Furrowing her brows, Seraphina was going to refuse until Vahn's index and middle fingers pressed into a sensitive spot near the base of her spine. This caused a sonorous moan to escape her throat as her tail and wings promptly unfurled from her body. This was foul play on Vahn's part, but, now that her switch was flipped, Seraphina didn't care if she had to share. Her body craved the pleasure Vahn was capable of carving into her literal soul and there was no way in hell she was going to miss out on the opportunity to experience it...
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With the combat events scheduled to take place over a three-day period, it was late afternoon by the time Vahn's turn came up. He was going to be participating in the Pankration, and, as could be expected, the people who had gathered for the event were among the most powerful in the 5-6-Digit Gates. This included people like Sigurd, who, ever since his Community's defeat during the previous Gift Game, had turned over a new leaf.
Seeing Vahn among the contestants, a massive grin appeared on Sigurd's face as he walked over, hand raised as he said, "Yo! Long time no see! How've you been, man?"
Returning a casual wave of his own, a smile developed across Vahn's face as he replied, "Not bad. How about you? I've heard quite a number of rumors regarding Leviathan's Tail these past couple of months..."
Scratching the back of his head, Sigurd's expression became somewhat awkward. Despite that, the smile never left his face as he answered, "Yeah...I'm guessing I have you to thank for that? Whatever you did to my body seems to have increased my virility and removed the restriction preventing me from siring offspring with Gyda and Ragna. At this point, they're both around 7 weeks pregnant..."
Though he now knew that Gyda and Ragna were Sigurd's blood-related siblings, Vahn wasn't going to judge the trio for their actions. Love could be pretty indiscriminate at times, and, based on what he learned after the fact, it was pretty obvious the three were committed to their relationship. They were willing to run away from home and even threw their lot in with Demons. Gyda seemed like she was on the fence for a while but that changed pretty quickly after Sigurd's bloodline purification.
Patting the man's shoulder, Vahn maintained a genial smile as he said, "Don't worry about it. After you transformed into a demon, your genetics were irreversibly changed. When I purified your body, you basically became a completely different person. If anyone gives you trouble about Gyda's and Ragnar's pregnancies, make sure to contact me. I'm not going to fight your battles for you but I'm more than willing to give anyone willing to target expectant mothers a piece of my mind..."
Returning a sincerely grateful smile, Sigurd nearly clapped Vahn on the shoulders before deciding against it. He doubted he would be able to hurt the humanoid dragon but there was quite a big difference in their height. If by some miracle he was able to send Vahn stumbling, no amount of apologizing would be able to suffice.
"Thanks...I appreciate it more than words can ever express..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Vahn surprised Sigurd by saying, "Then don't use words. Show me through your actions that I wasn't wrong when I spared your life. If I later discover you were a terrible father, don't expect any mercy."
Though his words were said in a casual, ostensibly joking tone, the look in Vahn's eyes made it very clear he wasn't fooling around. His views on fatherhood had been shaped by the expectations he had for himself. He understood others couldn't be held to the same standards he had for himself but he would be damned if he allowed someone he spared to mistreat or exploit their children.
Despite feeling a powerful shudder run through his body, Sigurd was genuinely grateful for Vahn's words. He was the type that excelled under pressure, so, while he wasn't sure he was qualified to be a father, he was determined to do his best. Now that he knew Vahn was going to be keeping an eye on him, he actually felt relieved. Thus, after quickly recovering from his jitters, a guffaw comparable to a dragon's roar emanated from his throat...
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Staring at his opponent, an aged gentleman with spiky white hair, a handlebar mustache, and fashionable facial hair, Vahn couldn't help smiling. It was clear from the man's masterfully sculpted figure he had honed his skills through actual combat. There were even scars covering much of his body, and, while there were a number of exit wounds on his back, it was possible to intuit he had never taken a blow from behind.
"You remind me of a good friend of mine. I'm looking forward to seeing what you're capable of."
Returning a fierce yet grandfatherly smile, the inordinately burly man, Ziros, answered, "Truth be told, I was looking forward to facing you in the finals. I never expected our bout would take place in the first series of rounds. I almost feel sorry for the young men scheduled to fight after us..."
To punctuate his words, Ziros adopted a loose stance that somewhat gave off the impression it was more stable than a mountain. He had his right hand loosely clenched near his hip, his left open near his chin, and his feet spread apart in an ostensibly casual manner despite leaving no visible openings.
As it had been years since he had an actual form, Vahn just leaned forward slightly with his hands barely raised from his sides. From the perspective of the crowd, it was a completely unremarkable stance, but, from the perspective of Ziros, it was almost as though Vahn had just placed his hands on the grips of two unfathomably sharp katanas.
"Hoooo..."
Undaunted, Ziros responded to Vahn's stance by charging forward with such speed that his fist had impacted the latter's guard in an instant. Then, while his punch seemingly did no damage at all, the space where he had been standing erupted from the force of his movement.
Raising his brows, Vahn was slightly surprised to see the flow of time stagnate to such an extreme degree. Ziros was much faster than he expected, and, had he not personally confirmed each of the participating Communities, he would have assumed the man was a War God from the 4-Digit Gates.
"Not bad at all..."
Seeing his fist deflected to the side by Vahn's open palm, Ziros's eyes widened as he immediately shifted his momentum into a fierce roundhouse kick that created a visible black trail through the surrounding space. The force behind his blows was enough to distort space and time, yet, as if it didn't matter in the slightest, Vahn just leaned his head back before reaching up to touch his ankle in an instant.
With a far more serious expression on his face, Ziros created a bit of distance as he shouted, "Very good...!" before throwing a punch coated in silvery-white energy. When it was released, a pillar of similarly colored light impacted the area where Vahn had been standing. It tore into the ground as if it didn't exist, and, when the light began to fade, everything around Vahn had been 'erased' from existence. Unfortunately, Vahn, everything immediately below, and everything behind him remained unaffected.
"The Law of Erasure? Well, this just got interesting..."
Hearing Vahn's remark, Ziros's eyes widened to an almost comical extent as he never expected his greatest secret to be discovered after a single exchange. Immediately thereafter, however, the tell-tale smile of a battle junky developed across his face as four metallic arms erupted from his body...
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: '*SMACK*','Vahn can be such a bro at times...','TFW the favorites end up fighting in the first round xD...')
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