Kisha froze for a moment as she compared her stats to Duke’s. Her own base attributes had only risen by 90, bringing her total to 280 points, without counting the stat boosts from titles, achievements, and other system rewards. Respectable, certainly.
But Duke? His base stats sat at a staggering 400... at just Level 4.
Her jaw dropped. That wasn’t just a small gap; it was monstrous. Against normal awakened ability users, Duke’s strength was the equivalent of being two to three levels higher. The comparison stung, and Kisha could only swallow the bitter truth: she was lucky to have her cheat, which was her system, or Duke would’ve left her in the dust long ago.
His so-called "Gift: Tyrant" was exactly that—a tyrant among gifts. On top of that, he wasn’t just a dual ability user with both mental and elemental powers. His elemental affinity stretched across three different elements.
Kisha sucked in a sharp breath, then quickly shut her mouth, refusing to compare any further. Some things were better left unquestioned.
She closed the status window and steadied her thoughts just as 008 chimed in. "Host, I got what you wanted. It cost 10,000 system points. If only you could make this yourself, not only would we save points, we could even sell it in the store’s sales channel."
008 let out a dramatic sigh, as though its imaginary heart ached at the loss. But Kisha knew better. Deep down, 008 was always the happiest when she spent more points. After all, every purchase benefited it too.
Why else would it constantly nudge her toward the mall and sales channel, coaxing her to buy more things? The more she sold, the more she spent, and the higher 008’s ranking climbed among the other systems under the same Constellation.
"Host, you can’t accuse me of that..." 008 protested weakly, sounding as if it didn’t even believe its own excuse.
Kisha rolled her eyes at 008 before pulling the item from her inventory, the very thing she made 008 into buying. Turning to Duke, she asked softly, "Are you ready?"
Only then did she notice the state they were in. The steam that had surrounded them was beginning to fade, but not before leaving their clothes damp.
Duke’s shirt clung to his chest and shoulders along with every ridge of his muscle, already soaked through, and Kisha realized her own clothes were no different, sticking to her curves like a second skin.
When she met Duke’s gaze, she caught the flicker in his eyes as they instinctively swept over her. His darkening expression betrayed the thoughts he fought to suppress. With effort, he looked away, jaw tight.
He couldn’t afford to let his body react to his wife now, not when something more important demanded their focus. But resisting the temptation of the alluring siren before him was a battle in itself.
But unfortunately, his sharp eyes still caught a fleeting glimpse. The tips of his ears burned crimson, the color spreading across to his face and down to his neck as he held his breath, silently chanting every mantra he could muster inside his head.
The sight amused Kisha. To think that this husband of hers, so beastly and relentless in bed, still had traces of innocence left made her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t expected. It was endearing, almost disarming.
Still, she reminded herself they didn’t have the luxury of lingering in this ambiguous atmosphere. Pretending not to notice his flustered state, she simply said, her tone calm and practical, "I think we need to change clothes before going out..."
"Um..." Duke nodded quickly before dashing off like someone was chasing him with a whip. The sight of him scurrying away made Kisha burst out laughing. She was never used to seeing Duke in such a flustered, shy state, trying so hard to hide his embarrassment; it was almost too adorable.
But she didn’t linger either. Gathering herself, she ran out, only to find Mike pacing anxiously outside the steam. His hands tugged at his hair, his face drawn and haggard, as if he had been standing there for hours.
Clearly, he had been waiting since the moment she and Duke started cultivating until now, helpless and worried sick.


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