Chapter 1285 - 621: Radiant Queen’s New Identity: Mother of the Firstborn

The entire Old Continent and all colonial powers are intensely coveting the precious land known as the Corridor of Truth.

Deep within the opulent Royal Palace of the Desert Empire’s Royal Capital Helopolis.

"The ceiling isn’t so unfamiliar."

When Byron, who had been in a deep slumber for an unknown duration, reopened his eyes, he immediately recognized the familiar geometric patterns on the ceiling above him.

He seemed to be...in the Desert Empress Palace.

At this moment, he couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality.

Because he just had a dream.

Dreamt he was lying on the grand bed once belonging solely to the Radiant Queen Cleopatra VII.

The wool carpet was scattered with violently ripped navy uniforms, casually tossed dance skirts, gauze clothes, and intimate garments, amid the lingering heavy scent of hormones...

As if he dreamt back into the timeline projected by the Sun Stone Calendar, that night he chose the path of "beast".

The bone-melting allure seemed to still linger on his fingertips and in his mind, with an enduring aftertaste.

The only difference between the dream realm and timeline was that he was below, and the Radiant Queen was above.

Although everything in the dream was reversed, the way it happened was too bizarre, bizarre enough to feel real.

A trace of ambivalence appeared on Byron’s still drowsy face:

"Probably, maybe, it should have been just a dream?"

As Byron raised his hand to pinch his temples, the splash of water astonished him, leading to the realization that he was naked, lying in a hot spring pool inside the Desert Empress Palace.

The pool was constructed with smooth, white marble, the hot spring was crystal clear, and he was leaning against the stair steps of the poolside.

Yet, the mist before him enveloped everything except the hot spring, making the surroundings appear somewhat blurry and indistinct.

The restrictions on Divine Sight here seemed more severe than in the Combined Divine Country, even penetrating the thin mist was challenging.

Moreover, the exhaustion throughout his body was relentless.

It felt unlike a dream, more like being trampled a hundred thousand times by a thousand elephants.

A familiar emptiness as if his body had been hollowed out.

It was at this moment, still hovering between sleep and wakefulness, that Byron finally realized something was amiss.

Recalling the events before being knocked out, he couldn’t help but shiver and instantly snapped awake.

Before he could check his body, a familiar and pleasant female voice sounded behind him:

"Byron, you’re awake?

Here’s a bowl of Cow Waist Deer Penis Soup, quickly drink it to refresh yourself. Tonight, your work is just beginning, hehe..."

At the sound, Byron turned his head and first saw a pair of slender, celadon-like feet standing on the white marble.

The smooth ivory feet revealed faint blue veins, the toes were painted black with nail polish, and golden stars dotted them in an orderly fashion, stunningly more remarkable than the dazzling night sky.

A brilliant diamond anklet adorned the delicate ankle, the calf was as fair as jade, long and straight, led up by a translucent gauze skirt.

Appearing like the style of a nightgown, it practically concealed nothing, as if a layer of light smoke enshrouded the graceful body, making it even more dreamlike.

Through the mist, the bright red ribbon on her rounded thigh was particularly eye-catching.

By this moment Byron’s body had become somewhat stiff.

Continuing his gaze upward until locked with a pair of stellar eyes, unsurprisingly meeting the breathtaking face of the world’s foremost beauty.

During previous actions, she had worn a mask throughout, but this was her first time revealing her true face since that night.

Compared to the last meeting, the demigod’s immortal divinity had elevated her allure to a whole new level.

From her hair tips to her toes, she was flawless, her entire being the incarnation of beauty.

Even those who possess the Authority of [Love and Beauty] would pale in comparison before her.

Compared to mere mortals who can only look up to deities, she’s no longer of the same level, even comparing her with others, discussing and criticizing are themselves a great profane act.

However, this unattainable Goddess was currently holding a bowl of "Cow Waist Deer Penis Soup", with a seductive smile, creating an odd sense of dissonance.

Byron couldn’t help but swallow hard, his voice somewhat husky:

"So, I wasn’t dreaming, we’ve actually..."

The Radiant Queen placed the Cow Waist Deer Penis Soup on a side table, forming a ring with the index finger and thumb of her left hand, and threading her right index finger through, nodding at him, smiling brilliantly:

"It’s correct, just as you imagined.

Dear Byron, you are now mine! It’s a pity that you were unconscious before, so I enjoyed it on your behalf.

If you wish to experience it again, I can share it with you.

But...it’ll be my senses, hehe..."

Meanwhile, the surrounding mist dispersed, unveiling a bedroom in the adjacent room, identical to the previous "dream" scene.

It clearly showed signs of a fierce battle.

He could no longer deceive himself.

Byron was momentarily astonished, initially wanting to emulate those assertive protagonists in stories, stubbornly declaring: "Even if you possess my body, you cannot possess my heart."

Yet the Radiant Queen then sat at the poolside, her pair of bare jade-like feet slid down his sturdy abdomen, nimbly teasing him.