Chapter 22: The Water Elf’s “Water Threads”

Some even declared they would form groups to tear down the Church of Procreation and resist belief in the God of Procreation.

“I’ve never even heard of the Goddess of Fertility before, but compared to the God of Procreation, She is truly magnificent!”

“I heard the God of Procreation is extremely hostile to anyone with similar authority. Maybe She was forced to ascend to godhood in secret!”

“The Goddess of Fertility is the true hope of the people!”

“We believe in Her Highness, the Goddess of Fertility! Praise fertility!”

Sislia and the members of the Church of the Dawn mingled in the crowd, stirring up the atmosphere.

Seeing the plan going so well,

Lu Ming took Lisi and Lucia and made a swift retreat.

He left all the follow-up matters to Sislia.

As for Kitto and Black Silk Lady Melia, the two Half-gods, they were handed over to the royal family of the Violet Empire.

After all, Kitto had unleashed the full might of a Half-god right in Violet City.

***

In a small town.

Lu Ming lounged leisurely within the Divine Realm.

His mood was exceptionally good.

He was quite looking forward to seeing the God of Procreation’s reaction upon hearing all this news.

No need for quiet nights anymore; from now on, he’d likely be rather busy.

Lisi took advantage of a moment when Lucia wasn’t paying attention to plant a deep kiss on Lu Ming’s red lips.

Lucia looked at Lisi suspiciously—Mom seemed to have just done something to Her Highness the Goddess.

Feeling guilty, Lisi didn’t dare meet Lucia’s eyes.

After respectfully saluting Lu Ming, she left with Lucia in tow.

Once the two girls had left,

Lu Ming didn’t stay idle.

With a single call, he summoned Garcia into the Divine Realm.

Seeing Garcia with her cheeks puffed out, Lu Ming sighed to himself.

“Garcia, how did the task I gave you go?”

Hearing this, Garcia snapped back to attention.

She nodded repeatedly.

After swallowing the pastry in her mouth, she stood up straight and performed a textbook noble greeting.

“Garcia guarantees to complete the mission!”

“My father has already received the photos that Sister Sislia sent over, with the method you taught us.”

“We’ll be able to start mass production very soon!”

“But… the recording efficiency of the Nianying Crystal isn’t high, so production will be a bit slow.”

As she spoke, Garcia sneaked a cautious glance at Lu Ming.

Lu Ming smiled and rubbed the little girl’s head, mussing up her exquisite double-bun hairstyle.

“Garcia is an excellent Adventurer.”

At these words, Garcia’s cheeks turned bright red, and she grew excited and happy.

“Great Goddess Sister, please command Garcia as you please!”

“Then, please pass on to Neil Earl that the deeds of the Goddess of Fertility must be spread as well.”

With one more instruction, Lu Ming sent Garcia back.

His eyes grew deep as he silently plotted a great scheme in his heart.

After that, he released his divine sense to observe the changes across the continent.

Before he could watch for long,

A familiar voice came from outside the Statue.

The voice sounded cautious, especially since it was the middle of the night.

It gave the feeling of someone sneaking about doing mischief.

Lu Ming peeked out from the Statue.

“Your Highness, Lucia’s already asleep—I coaxed her. Are you there?”

“I, I’m wearing a traditional Water Elf outfit, ‘Watersilk’.”

At her words, an intriguing smile appeared on Lu Ming’s face.

He decided that tonight, Lisi had to come in.

It definitely wasn’t for that ‘Watersilk’—he really didn’t care what kind of silk it was.

He just couldn’t let a poor Water Elf lady freeze or go hungry outside.

Lu Ming stroked his chin with satisfaction.

“You… are as kind as ever.”

A flash of green light appeared.

Lisi’s figure materialized.

The moment she appeared, she returned to her Water Elf form.

Her stunning beauty made Lu Ming’s breath catch.

But what really caught his attention was the pair of translucent, thin water membranes covering Lisi’s legs.

It was as if she wore a layer of extremely fine gauze.

And it emitted a faint blue glow.

Lisi threw herself into Lu Ming’s arms.

Their chests collided, sending out a terrifying ripple.

Lu Ming nearly lost his balance from the impact.

Fortunately, his two ‘external armors’ absorbed most of the shock.

But the first thing he did was reach for Lisi’s legs.

He carefully explored with his hand.

His first impression: cool, slightly elastic, moist and supple.

But still well-formed—not much different from silk stockings.

Yet the smooth, bouncy texture, tinged with a certain stickiness, was unmatched by any material stockings.

Lu Ming couldn’t help but suck in a breath.

“Is this something only Water Elves can make?”

Lisi smiled shyly, her face slightly red, a bashful and affectionate look.

She leaned in close to Lu Ming’s ear.

“Mhm, and not just these. There are other clothes, too—anything can be made…”

“The wisdom of the working people,” Lu Ming nodded approvingly.

This level of fit and adhesion, this unique sensation—

If it wrapped around someone, he could barely imagine what it would feel like.

Lu Ming scooped Lisi up and carried her back to the room.

The lights went out abruptly.

In the darkness, only two faint blue glows flickered.

No one knew what was said between them.

Only the blue glows gradually came together, then began to twist and spin, up and down.

***

A day later.

Dresis Empire.

Niel City.

A crowd of residents gathered in front of a shop that had just opened for business today.

The shop was called “Dawn Newspaper Agency.”

Its owner was naturally the Church of the Dawn.

To be precise, Sislia.

And the sponsor was Duke Niel’s Mansion.

“Nick, you came too? I honestly didn’t expect there’d be so many people here just to buy a newspaper.”

“Yeah, this ‘newspaper’ is said to record the latest major events from around the world. It’s nice for passing the time.”

“But the most important thing is, the person behind this is the Pope!”

“You mean the Pope of the Dawn, Sislia? I heard the birth of the newspaper was tied to a major incident involving the Church of the Dawn.”

The doors of the newspaper agency were wide open.

The crowd, who had waited for so long, eagerly took out five copper coins, ready to buy a paper.

But.

When the newspaper sellers appeared with the papers,

The crowd instantly erupted.

With waist-length orange-red hair and a peerless face, Sislia greeted everyone with a smile.

“Hello, everyone, I’m Sislia, today’s sales clerk. The newspaper is limited to 10,000 copies, first come, first served.”

“The first thousand copies come with my personal signature.”

On the surface, Sislia wore a cheerful smile, but inside she was cursing.

After all, her upbringing had made her deeply dislike bustling, crowded scenes.

Let alone having to smile and sell newspapers here.

But this was something Lu Ming had asked her to do.

In order to better grasp the authority of [Public Opinion].

To achieve Half-god, or maybe even…

Thinking of this, she no longer felt any resentment.

After all, it was for that Highness.

Whenever she thought of Lu Ming, Sislia’s heart felt something subtly different from her reverence for the Dawn Goddess.

The day she saw His Highness’s avatar carrying off Lisi and her daughter,

She’d felt a bit uneasy inside.

“Here is your newspaper. Please take care and have a nice day.”

***

In stark contrast to the lively newspaper office,

Within the Church of Procreation,

It seemed rather deserted.

The Pope had fallen, and the two Half-gods had been detained by the Violet Empire, their fate unknown.

Many people had begun to boycott the Church of Procreation.

Rumors had even spread into the church itself.

They said the God of Procreation had degenerated into an Evil God.