High-class beauty in this world is way over the top. It made him want to make himself rich enough to buy a country. Miss Eliane’s beauty made Miss-world or whatever look like ugly bitches.

A fair overstatement to him.

Her small and oval face brought a youthful appearance completed with small but thick sexy red lips. Big glittering gray eyes and long blue hair completed her innocent beauty look.

But her build though was far from innocent. He would say that she was made to be loved and every man would have agreed.

The huge cleavage was only a small part of her extra-large, pear-shaped breasts. The unblemished soft looking skin had only made them look even more delicious.

The small body had a smaller waist that expanded into wide birthing hips. No signs of any muscle on her body that might have been hidden under a layer of fat. The girl had just the right amount, and somehow the unrealistic body proportions look good on her.

Eliane is a high-class, living and breathing sex doll. The combination of an innocent youth look and the luscious body was just too much for a man to handle.

He had woken up with the naked Ruby’s embrace and still, he couldn’t get the lady out of his head. Artus knew he would run into these kinds of beauties once he showed off his abilities, but Eliane was a little bit too much. His poor heart might not make it.

It felt like he was charmed and cursed at the same time. It felt horrible. It felt like he was there again, on that same spot after his mahogany door was knocked by a beautiful woman.

He received her knowing that she would tear him apart later. They came because They knew he couldn’t refuse them. All of them also know that they will hurt him later, but sadly enough, they only cared about themselves.

Artus felt like screaming it all out again. He felt like an idiot.

He had a second chance in this world. Artus could feel it now. He wasn’t the old man inside his head. He grew up here like everyone else but a big part of him was still that old broken man. It was really complicated.

It felt like he had suddenly remembered something he had long forgotten, but the memory felt fresh as if it was yesterday. His life growing up here was real, only that he had skipped adolescence years for the sake of losing a trail.

The gust brushing over his skin reminded him of that goal. He wanted to be free from everything but it was still far from achievable right now.

The floor under him rocked with the wave battering the ferry’s hull. The thing might be huge but the flatboat was still under the mercy of the huge river’s water.

It reminded him that he was still under the mercy of stronger forces around him. He knew Jake was way stronger than he looked, but the man had begged instead of demanded.

Reluctantly, he had agreed to the man’s request.

He wanted nothing more than to roam free without fear of anything. Maybe visit Derene for her fresh milk. That would be fun.

He had only watched the waves and rocking boat, but he didn’t feel it. Or to be exact, he had enough of it. The sphere around him had spared him of the torture of emptying his stomach every time the boat rocked.

The journey crossing the river had only just begun, but not even the mercenaries were immune to such unrelenting waves. Many had to take gray-goey drinks just to cope with it, but it still affected them.

The dark waters below reminded him that he would need some kind of radar. He would still be at risk without knowing what was around him. Visual and audio input felt not enough even if he could think of a few ways of breaking a skill with them.

His greed didn’t allow him to settle with something less, but he might have no choice. He needed some sort of skill or spell soon rather than later.

“Sir Mage, I’m sorry to disturb you, but we would require your assistance.”

He stood up and turned towards the voice. The fierce headmaid had mellowed a lot by his display of power yesterday. He couldn’t believe the man had thrown a shield at him, but what happened after that had even surprised himself.

It took him a long moment to understand it. An accidental result of his offensive shell was the impossibly sharp and resilient edge.

The edge was so sharp, it should be a few if not a single molecule wide. The reason was simple. A math formula combined with no physical limitation of the shell had created such a ludicrously sharp edge.

The shell did drain some mana when it cut the metal shield into small pieces, but it wasn’t much. He guessed the shell’s sharp edge was still damaged by the collision, but the point still stands.

Anything would be cut to pieces if not protected by plot-driven overpowered magic. Artus could stand a little straighter and proud of himself because of this.

“Julee, is it?” the woman nodded with a tinge of red on her cheeks.

These people worship power too much but he wasn’t complaining. He should get used to it as this is how this world worked.

“What do you require of me?”

“It’s the lady, the medicinal drink had little effect on her,” her voice was sweet when she wasn’t yelling at him. “Since you-”

“I understand. You seem a little weak yourself, you want to step onto this?”

The lady hesitated at first before another tumble caused another fit of nausea. Artus offered his hand and the lady took it in a hurry just to settle down her stomach.

A massive relief escaped her as she found her footing again. Her face turned red as she noticed her hands grabbing his arm.

“Shall we,” he asked while taking her hand like it was natural.

The lady didn’t let him go as the platform scooted under him. He had started slow as possible but she still had trouble keeping up with it. It felt like teaching girls to ice skate all over again.

The mercs eyed him in envy as he scooted past them to the carriage entrance. Some of them chuckled at him for some reason, but he ignored them. Cannon fodders like them would always look down at anyone.

He stopped when they arrived at the doorway. They had to climb in with their feet and that gave the maid a chance to let him go. The lady yelped when the shell had dissolved under her feet.

He walked after the maid into the distorted space once again. The inside of the carriage was much larger than its already large built and it made him absolutely speechless during the first time. What kind of wealth could afford such a thing? The general receiving area was already large enough but it still had a few private rooms behind small doors. It was ridiculous.

The logic in his head told him that the inside should be completely isolated from the outside, but the look on the lady’s face told him otherwise. The lady breathed in relief when a partial sphere separated her from the floor.

Another two appeared near the lady and one for himself.

“I can only make this many, you all have to take turns,” he announced. “The platform could move around by tilting your feet. Try it, it’s quite fun.”

He demonstrated as he moved to take his place in the far corner. Artus closed his eyes and sat in the ‘fake’ meditation. What he had done was open the spell scribing window inside his head and worked on the spell mechanics.

He needed the time to make use of the new discovery. Sharp blades needed to be handled correctly to avoid unwanted mishaps and the most effective application.

It wasn’t long before the shrieks of excited girls were heard inside the carriage. It followed with giggles as they played among themselves. That should be able to distract them enough to not bother him at all.

Necessity is the mother of invention. He had made these quarter spheres formula just for the ride across the river.

The waves were that bad.

The whole sphere was missing most of its top leaving only the last quarter of the huge sphere to form a wide circular platform. Another layer of the invisible sphere functioned as the platform’s outer ‘roller’ with no interaction other than the ground or floor below.

‘Now, another thing I have to figure out is how to see using sound waves, easy peasy,’ he smiled at his own sarcasm and began experimenting.

-

“This is not the spell he had shown to us last night, was it?”

“He was lying to Jake, my lady. It’s mostly the same, but also vastly different at the same time,” said the resident expert in magic, Thalia, one of her personal guards.

All of them had to be female for the obvious reason.

“You are making no sense at all, Lia,” she scoffed.

“I’m sorry, Eli, but it has the same basic spellwork, but anything beyond that is astonishing to say at least. The weaved mana is far more complicated. I can’t see the building block but the final product is beyond my current understanding. He also had solved the instability problem the spell inherently has for, well, forever. Then he added this control on top of everything, I could go on and on, my lady.”

“In short, he’s a miracle?”

“I don't think that word would be fair enough, my lady.”

Eliane sighed. How much had she misjudged the man?

“You looked like you are ready to gobble him up, Lia.”

“Indeed, I do, if that would open him up to me,” she smiled playfully. “But I don’t think he would be that easy, he treated you like you didn’t exist.”

“He seemed to be friendly enough with the local girl, why don’t you try?”

“You are curious about what he was doing, yes? Then I would love to be your tool, my Lady.”

Lia took the plate in front of Eliane before winking at her. She was going to use the food as an offering. The resident mage apprentice tapped the earring and the sound of her whisper entered her ears as if she was right beside her.

Eliane looked away as Lia got close to the young and handsome mage. It saddened her that she wouldn’t be able to get close to such a man herself.

She almost wanted to fail the journey herself if she could.

“Sir Mage, the lady offered this as a peace treaty,” said Lia to the mage after she got close enough.

“Why thank you,” he picked one of the fruits and tossed it into his mouth. “My thanks to the lady, these are very good.”

Lia giggled and sat in front of the mage shamelessly but the mage didn’t even flinch. His unwavering confidence rattles their hearts. The girl moaned as she settled down leaning on him. Thalia closed the veil around them and the mage said nothing about it.

“So what brought you here?” He asked after a while.

“This wonderful free space close to you,” Lia cajoled. “Two extra seats wouldn’t be enough for all seven of us. Also, I was wondering, don’t you find our lady beautiful?” Lia asked as she leaned closer onto Artus, breathing to his neck.

“She’s gorgeous beyond words,” he stated. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful.”

His simple praise set her ablaze inside. No one else had made her feel like this. Was all his defiance an act? Or was it something else?

“But what about me?” Thalia said as if she were jealous.

Artus chuckled. “Of course, you are very pretty too, every woman has their own charm.”

Lia pressed her chest onto his. Artus was surprised for a moment before he sighed in defeat and placed his hand on her back. He might have so many girls already like the waitress, who wouldn’t mind warming the bed for him to sleep on.

“Is this appropriate?” Asked the man.

“No, but I find you and your talents irresistible,” Lia moaned under her breath. “She won’t know about this,” Lia lied. “We all could use some distraction.”

“What if she found out?” the young man resisted.

“Then she should keep quiet and enjoy the show.”

“But I still think this won’t-”

“Like you already know, this ride might as well be my last, Sir Mage,” Lia said. “And the mercs are nothing but a bunch of brutes. Besides, a certain girl had testified that you were great in bed, mmph-”

Lia moaned as her breast was being molested and her lips kissed. Eliane felt everything, even much later when Lia was shoved deep.

The [Linked Sense] overwhelmed her being. This unique gift was how she was taught about the extreme pleasures without being touched by any man.

The unreplaceable ability for healers is also perfect for concubines; it became a requirement.

Eliane could barely move by the end of the day. This was nothing compared to when her friends pleasured themselves. One by one they gave in to the temptation of lubricating the man’s excellent manly tool.

The cruel ladies robbed the happiness that should have been hers, and they had enjoyed doing it. Even Julee couldn’t help herself but fell for the man. The last thing she felt was her maid crying in joy while being trashed from behind.

Julee’s happiness drove Elaine to the edge. All of them were rubbing salt to her wound with their happiness. Unlike her, they are free to choose who to be with.

She didn’t have much choice in her entire life.

Artus’s words suddenly rang inside her head.