lol: After being blessed by the Happy Demon, I became the harem king

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"You are...you are Riven?! The Runeblade, yes, that is indeed the sword, I saw it at the awarding ceremony! That is definitely the sword! And you do have silver-gray hair!"

Realizing Riven's identity, the soldier's face showed disbelief as he said, "You... how did you get here? Didn't Noxus withdraw its troops? And... you've become a young master's attendant? And you're wearing these clothes? Am I dreaming?! Damn it, boss, we think we've caught a big fish!!"

190·Numbness

"Big fish?!"

Upon hearing the pirate's words, a hint of surprise flashed in Planck's eyes.

Although Gangplank had already realized Riven's formidable strength, he never expected her to have such a background in Noxus. At the same time, however, Gangplank was also puzzled—why would someone who was granted a runic greatsword by the emperor in Noxus and made a model soldier stay in Piltover, dressed in this ridiculous outfit?

Thinking this, a hint of confusion flashed in Gangplank's eyes. Sensing the thoughts of the others, Riven's brow furrowed with a complex expression. As a warrior and a protector, she should be preparing for battle, protecting her master from harm. But perhaps because she clearly knew just how powerful Fain was, or perhaps because her past reputation had such a profound impact on Riven's life.

"Not bad, this trip has yielded some unexpected gains."

Just as everyone present was still somewhat confused about the current situation, Fain's leisurely voice came from the side.

Looking at Riven, Fain said calmly, "Your past in Noxus has been weighing on your mind. I wondered before when you would take the initiative to face it, instead of pretending that nothing had happened. Now it seems that it's not that you're pretending nothing happened, but that you haven't even realized that you're subconsciously avoiding thinking about it."

Upon hearing this, Riven remained silent.

Looking at the silent Riven beside him, and then at the 'young master' who, despite being held at gunpoint, continued to talk eloquently and seemed completely unaffected, Gangplank hesitated for a moment, but still firmly said, "Shut up! You have no right to speak here—"

Before Planck could finish speaking, Farn reached out and crushed the musket in Planck's hand, right before Planck's eyes narrowed.

No, this kid—

Realizing something was wrong instantly, Planck almost instinctively gripped his scimitar. However, instead of attacking, he immediately retreated to dodge. But the next moment, Planck felt a sharp pain, followed by a dizzying spin. He landed on the ground, a dull thud echoing in his mind. Looking at Farn, a look of confusion flashed in Planck's eyes—why was half a body still standing in front of that guy? And it looked…so familiar…

Thinking with doubt, Planck then felt a heavy weight on his mind, and a long darkness came from the depths of his mind, gradually swallowing all the light in his vision—when he came back to his senses, what came into view was a black wolf slowly walking towards him.

"Is Bilgewater also under Kindred's jurisdiction?" Noticing Gangplank's soul being hunted by the wolf spirit, Fahn blinked, then slapped his forehead—right, this wasn't Bilgewater, but the Shurima coast near the Twin Cities. Although Shurima also had its own Death Gods, the management of such border areas was quite chaotic. In fact, it was practically nonexistent.

Just as Fane was thinking this, a constantly moving emerald light appeared in his eyes on the seabed. Noticing this light, a look of surprise flashed in Fane's eyes. But before he could react, the pirates beside him cried out in alarm and anger: "Damn it! He attacked the boss! Avenge the boss!!"

Upon hearing this, Fan turned his gaze away from the shimmering light on the sea surface—the deity ruling the ocean in this area was named Nagakaporos, the god served by the sea monster priestess Illaoi. Fan didn't yet have many clues about Nagakaporos, and as an ancient demigod, her status and power far surpassed Janna's.

Unlike Janna, Nagakapolos's faith has not experienced any interruption. Since the other side has not launched an attack and has even expressed corresponding goodwill, Fane does not intend to act rashly.

As for these pirates… they claimed to be avenging Planck, but in their emotions, Farn didn't sense much sadness—though there was, very little. More than anything, they felt a sense of bewilderment after briefly losing their leader's control, followed by greed and joy.

Ultimately, they were a group of outlaws. For them, the legacy Planck left behind was more important than the grief of Planck's passing.

In response, Fain turned to Riven beside him and asked, "Are you just going to watch?"

Upon hearing this, Riven simply nodded silently, then gripped the Blackrock Greatsword once more and raised it high towards the crowd around her.

However, compared to before, this time Riven's efficiency in killing enemies was still amazing, but her aura, presence, and fighting spirit were very different—more restrained, somber, and dejected.

Seeing this, Fane shook his head, then stretched his shoulders and joined the battle.

Without using his mental powers, and having not properly stretched his muscles in a long time, Faen picked up Ionian radio calisthenics—a kind of war dance—that he hadn't used in a while. Although called a dance, its actual form varied depending on the purpose of its use.

In Ionia, people tended to see it as a way to harmonize and resonate with nature. But in Fain's hands, every move is filled with visible power and explosive force.

Legs spread wide, center of gravity lowered. Surrounded by dense mist, every muscle in his body tensed. Although he didn't use his mental powers, Fane's physical body had already achieved astonishing strength through constant tempering. The moment his lower body exerted force, Fane vanished from the surrounding pirates' sight like a phantom. A punch landed squarely on his face, accompanied by a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and his large head exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Even after such an impact, under Fane's exquisite control of power, the opponent's body remained completely unaffected. He merely swayed a few times before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

Upon seeing Fane's actions, the pirates who had originally intended to force Riven to give up by "kidnapping" the young master quickly came to their senses. They exchanged glances in twos and threes, and then scrambled to run towards the sides of the deck and leap into the water to escape.

191. Fain's recognizability

With a single punch, while Fane was still choosing his next target, the pirates who had come into view had all vanished. They either jumped into the sea or simply dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground—

Morale is an invisible and intangible yet undeniably real thing. When morale is high, people often become excited and engage in reckless fighting and heinous crimes due to herd mentality and other inexplicable psychological factors. Depending on the era and the unit, the restrictions on this behavior vary. If the effect of these restrictions is not clear when morale is high, then when morale is low, the strength of these restrictions reflects the capabilities a unit can demonstrate at its lowest point.

Leaving aside the powerful groups, this group of pirates... with their morale completely collapsed, not just almost, but all of them had simply given up resistance. Those who jumped into the water did so, and those who didn't think they were good swimmers simply dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Although Fahn knew this was the right kind of rebellion—they already knew they were no match for Riven. In this situation, only capturing Fahn and using him to blackmail Riven offered a chance at victory or survival. And Fahn was now demonstrating a strength they couldn't easily overcome.

To put it another way, even if they didn't know Fane's true strength, just knowing that Fane wouldn't be a burden to Riven was enough for them to give up the fight—just a bunch of pirates castrated by profit and ambition, what grand ideals could you expect from them?

Although he understood this, Farn still found it tedious, and in the process, he realized why some so-called strong people were always indifferent to worldly affairs—because the vast majority of people in this world lacked the courage to face an invincible enemy. In this situation, people naturally lost their so-called passion for fighting.

After all, it's difficult to expect a player who has already cleared the final boss on the highest difficulty, fully equipped and with all skills, to return to the beginner village on easy difficulty, fully concentrate on facing the first few monsters, carefully plan the order of skill release, and also feel joy and a sense of accomplishment after winning...

Thinking this, Fane also recovered from his previous low-center fighting posture. After a moment of silence, he sighed helplessly, then waved his hand. Immediately afterward, the surrounding sea current surged, as if it had a mind of its own, accompanied by countless exclamations, and then dragged the pirates who jumped into the sea to the bottom of the sea.

Upon seeing this, the lucky few who had already stepped halfway off the deck almost immediately stopped. Because shortly after they were dragged to the seabed, the waves created by their struggles quickly surged with a crimson light, then the surface returned to calm. Apart from the sharks that were rapidly swimming towards them from afar, drawn by the smell of blood, nothing seemed to have happened…

Although silent, this crimson color is more moving than a violent death.

Sure enough, swallowing hard, without even making eye contact, the people who were originally preparing to flee stopped what they were doing and, after a brief standoff, simply gave up all resistance.

Looking at them, and then at Riven beside him who was equally demoralized, Fain shook his head in boredom. He then picked up Gangplank's upper body and said listlessly to the pirates, "Get out of this sea and tell Bilgewater that it was Fain from Ionia who killed Gangplank."

Upon hearing Fane's words, the pirates exchanged bewildered glances. Realizing his meaning, a look of joy flashed across their faces with astonishing speed, and they scrambled towards the life rafts on the side. In just a few breaths, the Dreadship, which was already over forty meters long for this era, was now only carrying Fane and Riven.

If you include those below deck, there would be dozens more people, but most were slaves captured by pirates to be sold. Farn didn't seem to care much; he simply waved his hand, and the previously listless Fear quickly perked up—a strong, steady wind instantly filled the sails, the massive warship billowed in the wind, and endless waves surged on the calm waters near the shore. It felt as if the Fear wasn't resting on the shore, but rather sailing swiftly on a perfectly timed ocean current.

Well, in a sense, with the ability to control storms from Janna and the ability to control flowing water from Osiris, Fane is indeed an undisputed top talent in navigation.

Located in the port, although Farn didn't pay much attention, the people of Piltover were no strangers to the presence of the Black Sail—this sail, representing plunder, slaughter, and destruction, possessed an unimaginable and terrifying influence throughout the entire Watcher's Sea. Under these circumstances, the people on the bridge above the Sun Gate Lock soon noticed the Dread's iconic black sail rapidly approaching the Sun Gate Lock from the horizon.

With gasps of alarm, a small-scale panic quickly spread to the surrounding area. Soldiers on both banks sounded sirens, and with a deafening roar, the sea gates closed, and tourists fled in panic toward the inland areas on either side. Just as a guard picked up a megaphone, preparing to question 'Planck' about why it had entered the warning zone, a dark shadow was thrown from the deck of the warship at an astonishing speed into view.

At first, people panicked and fled, thinking it was some kind of weapon, but then they realized there was no explosion or screams as they had expected. Coming to their senses, one of the braver soldiers walked towards the fallen object. After a careful examination, his expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Planck?! It's Planck?!"

Planck?

Upon hearing the guard's words, people were bewildered, wondering why the guard had suddenly called for Planck, since even a blind man could see the black sails below.

Immediately afterward, two more figures rose from the Fearship below, landing on the bridge and casually glancing to either side. In other places, this might be one thing, but in Piltover and Zaun, especially during this period, Fain's appearance was known to everyone.

The guards in Piltover, in particular, went to great lengths to ensure that everyone in the city knew what Faen looked like, so that Zaun wouldn't find any excuse to anger the uncrowned king of the Twin Cities. Compared to Gangplank, or even a big star like Seraphine, Faen was probably less recognizable in Piltover.

192. Good Sisters in Healthy Competition

"A few men, bring this thing with you."

After casually giving an order to the guards beside him, Fain led Riven toward the Piltover Council. Hearing Fain's words, the guards stared at the severed body for a long while. Although they didn't know what had happened, after a brief silence, the guard commander quickly gave the order, selecting two unfortunate men to accompany Fain carrying the corpse toward the council.

In contrast, on the other side, although Fane and Riven had left the council, the council did not fall into a stagnation due to their departure. On the contrary, because Fane was not present, the council members who had previously harbored some thoughts began to try to express their true intentions.

However, given the example set by Farn before his departure, the trading nobles did not stubbornly try to retain their past power this time. Instead, led by Caitlin and Camille, they tried their best to secure benefits for Piltover—something Farn had hoped to see.

Fine didn't want all of Piltover's achievements, profits, and power to be concentrated in the hands of a small group at Blue Smoked Manor. At the very least, he wanted the people of both cities to feel happy living there. In this context, Fine didn't advocate for Zaun's dominance, but rather promoted healthy competition where each city could improve by striving to outdo the other.

Knowing this, Caitlin and Camille were not worried about Farn turning against them because of this—which was exactly what Farn wanted.

“I think this distribution of profits is unfair.” Caitlin looked at Zeli, grateful for Zeli’s little tricks to please Fane and for taking over Fane’s assaults when she couldn’t take it anymore. But sex is sex, and Caitlin’s ideal was for Piltover to become a better place.

“Piltworth is a port of world trade, but it also faces the greatest risks and disasters. We will be responsible for the trade taxes from pirates from Bilgewater and Demacia and Noxus for at least the next few years, which means huge financial investment. The research and production of new trade airships also require a lot of money. A short-sighted trade relationship will only make both of our cities suffer the same fate.”

Hearing Caitlin's words, Zeli showed no signs of nervousness. Although her own education was quite limited, Zeli had, over the past period, gained a deep understanding of what had happened in Zaun and Piltover, as well as their current situation. As Fain's first bedmate, Zeli knew that Fain's wish was definitely not for Zaun to become the next Piltover—nor was it Zeli's wish.

However, in Zeli's view, if this was originally Zaun's interest, then she had to take it back—even if the person she was confronting was her good friend Caitlin, who shared a bed with her and they shared the same tongue.

Thinking it over, Zeli said with a serious expression:

“Piltworth has never been the only port in the world! The geological disaster caused by the Sungate Canal sank a city into the sea forever, and with the rise and fall of two cities, the people who once lived on the same land have also faced completely different circumstances. Zaun will never forget the pain they suffered. The so-called crisis you are facing has only brought you more benefits and rights.”

"You can't just bring up risks when faced with conflicts of interest; you should also take responsibility for the suffering that Zaun has endured over the past decades. And at the same time, the risks you're talking about now are only risks of the past, not risks of the future!"

Watching Zelly argue her case so vehemently, Jinx, representing Hilcko and the other former 'Eagle's, blinked, feeling as if she had somewhat overlooked the girl's growth... No, it shouldn't be her fault. She'd been busy investigating Bluefort Manor... and Caitlyn's affairs. Especially after Zaun fell into Farn's hands, Jinx had focused even more on her own 'family matters,' even becoming somewhat distant from Hilcko.

The main thing is that Hield has also shown renewed enthusiasm for his work – seeing Zaun steadily improving, he's playing more "happy factor" games every day than Jinx, it's just a pity he's a guy.

In addition to what happened with Vander and Vi, Jinx, though still trusting Hilko, tacitly began to keep her distance from him—because Vander was coming back.

It wasn't because they disliked each other; it was simply that neither of them knew how to face Vander.

Jinx goes without saying. Vander was already fine, but a Monkey Bomb helped Hielco turn the tide. Hielco, meanwhile, was terrified that after inheriting Vander's legacy, Zaun had become such a... living hell.

Thinking this, Jinx silently pursed her lips—because she had been by Fain's side during this time, and whenever she saw Zeli, she would also see Fain. Therefore, Jinx's impression of Zeli had always been based on how Zeli and Fain interacted in private.

The seemingly calm, wise, strong, and organized Zeli is a completely different person in front of Fain in private... But there's nothing that can be done about it, since Caitlin, although not quite as completely resigned as Zeli in some aspects, is already close enough.

Putting aside everything else, the achievements in the three links between Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai alone have already been recognized countless times.

Seeing Zeli's strong response, Caitlin became secretly wary—it seemed that this good friend who had helped and guided her in bed and even shared milk with her was just as firm in her stance on the Twin Cities as she was.

This presented Caitlin with a dilemma, yet she also felt a surge of relief. At least, Zelly, the first woman to become Fain's partner, remained steadfast in her ideals... Just as LeBlanc had said, the girls around Fain were all trustworthy, like-minded companions. Helping each other, competing with each other, growing together, and becoming the person they both aspired to be... This was what Caitlin appreciated.

Thinking this, a smile appeared on Caitlin's lips, but she then continued firmly, "Piltwolf is willing to bear the consequences of its past mistakes and is willing to help Zaun usher in a new era of revival. However, the risks facing Piltwolf are also objectively real—"

Before Caitlin could finish speaking, with a loud bang, the door next to her was kicked open by Farn.

193. Caitlin's Energy Replenishment

"You seemed to be having a good chat."

He walked in from outside, and with a nonchalant expression, tossed Planck's body into the middle of the conference room. At first, people didn't realize what was happening. But soon, when they saw that it was half a corpse, a series of uncontrolled screams and vomiting erupted.

This made Farn frown in annoyance. Not far away, Camille noticed the change in Farn's expression and also frowned slightly. She then quickly ordered her guards to drag the inexperienced councilors out of the conference room.

This was unimaginable in the past, but the members of parliament present glanced at Camille, then at Farn, who was nodding slightly in satisfaction, and simply lowered their heads in silence, pretending not to see anything.

Seeing that the meeting room had returned to calm, Fane casually said, "I don't intend to get involved in the future development of Zaun and Piltover, but Bilgewater is indeed a problem that needs to be dealt with. Gangplank is here now, and I'll go to Bilgewater in a while to clean it up. You don't need to think about the Bilgewater pirates when you're discussing this."

Upon hearing Fane's words, a flicker of joy flashed in Zelly's eyes, while Caitlin's eyes correspondingly showed panic and gravity. Her reason for coming to discuss the next steps in Piltover with Zelly was primarily based on the threat Bilgewater posed to the Twin Cities region. Now that Fane had unilaterally dealt with Bilgewater, it was tantamount to decapitating Caitlin. Even as a sharpshooter, Caitlin would rather her rifle become a fire poker now, at least it would be more powerful to swing.

But Farn didn't care about any of that; he just shrugged and went back to his seat to slack off.

Just as Caitlin had anticipated, Plank's body lay in the center of the room as the meeting resumed. With the foundation of the Bilgewater threat collapsing, even Caitlin could only react hastily to Zelly's attacks. By the end of the meeting, a look of relief appeared on Caitlin's face—such meetings certainly wouldn't be like classes, concluded in a single session, but rather would involve several days of back-and-forth negotiations until a mutually acceptable condition was reached.

Continuing the discussion after the argument has been unexpectedly destroyed is just torture for Caitlin. Now that it's over, she can finally rest and find a new direction to challenge Zelly.

However, feeling both mentally exhausted and relieved, Caitlin knew that in her current state, she probably wouldn't be able to find a new argument to continue debating with Zeli, and she would be grateful to have been able to rest at all.

If Caitlin had felt helpless before, now that she has accepted her current identity and knows that tonight she will probably have to serve someone along with her rival Zeli, she is no longer as hesitant when thinking about certain things as she used to be. Not long after the meeting was announced to have ended, she took the initiative to approach Fane.

Upon witnessing this, the surrounding council members exchanged varying glances. No one suspected anything untoward; after all, anyone could see how difficult it was for Caitlyn to carry on in the second half, her arguments unexpectedly destroyed. In such adversity, Caitlyn's attempt to bribe the true mastermind behind this two-city battle through private means… at least in the eyes of the Piltover council members, this was perfectly normal. After all, they had been doing it long before Fain arrived.

They even envied Caitlin—because to others, it seemed like Caitlin had gone to great lengths to bribe Fine. But in reality, others who wanted to bribe her didn't even have the opportunity…

Noticing Caitlin's behavior, Zelly knew that Caitlin wanted to recover quickly, so she didn't stop her. She just winked at Caitlin excitedly, as if asking, "Isn't this quite uninhibited?"

Caitlin didn't know how to answer this, so she could only force a smile before disappearing down the corridor beside Farn.

In the lounge, sitting on a soft chair, Farn squinted as he stroked Caitlin's beautiful hair. Without a trace of frizz, grease, or tangles, Caitlin's hair was clearly very well-maintained; as he touched it, he could clearly feel its silky smooth texture.

Kneeling in front of Fain, Caitlin, who had just finished a series of oral exercises with Zeli, was also a little tired. She lay between Fain's legs and after a while began to lick and suck him in small bites.

Fain was already quite familiar with Caitlin's moves. But this time, there were some subtle changes compared to before. Feeling her delicate tongue attack the folds of skin containing the ping-pong ball, the sudden softness and warmth made Fain squint his eyes comfortably, and he stroked Caitlin's hair with satisfaction.

"Not bad, such obvious progress!"

Caitlin didn't respond, only licking and gazing into Farn's eyes. Earlier in bed, Zelly had told Caitlin that Farn liked to maintain eye contact during sex. Caitlin guessed that this not only deepened her impression, allowing her body to remember the astonishing shape and size, but also made her mind aware of to whom her body and soul truly belonged.

Yes, that is, the so-called sense of conquest... I like watching those girls with lofty ambitions and noble ideals, driven by desire, have their pure eyes gradually replaced by depravity, greed, and infatuation.

It wasn't just a quiet thought; she completely opened her mind to Farn, allowing him to read, perceive, and perceive her spirit. Because of this, Caitlin in reality didn't hide her thoughts either. After playing with it for a while, she spat out the wet sac and muttered somewhat helplessly, "You're absolutely wicked."

"And aren't you really not favoring Zeli? Why is it that the moment I used Bilgewater as an example, you immediately started targeting Bilgewater..."

As she spoke, Caitlin also stood up, lifting the hem of her skirt, revealing the cascading silver curtain of her vulva.

194. The Arrival of Wei

Having gradually become accustomed to the sensations brought by Farn, Caitlin also used her hand to guide the baguette slightly before sitting down.

As the pestle sank into her flesh, a look of happiness and satisfaction appeared on Caitlin's face, which had been tired. It was as if a traveler who had been walking for a long time in the desert under the scorching sun had finally come to an oasis. Her physical and mental hunger was satisfied, and Caitlin couldn't help but squint her eyes and let out a comfortable breath. Then she rested her head on Farn's shoulder and swayed her waist gently.

In contrast, on the other side, as the meeting ended, Wei waited at the door for quite a while. But no matter how long she waited, even after everyone had come out, Caitlin still hadn't appeared.

Somewhat puzzled, after asking the servants in the corridor and confirming that Caitlyn had not left, Vi went straight in to find her partner.

"Caitlyn, are you there? Why aren't you out yet?"

Walking down the corridor, Vi called out Caitlin's name softly, her face full of confusion. The room had been cleared, and Vi's voice echoed repeatedly in the conference room. The empty space made Vi feel a sense of helplessness, but Caitlin was indeed still there, so Vi could only head towards the lounge further inside.

She was already in the mood, her feet resting on the armrests of the chair as Caitlin, panting, held Fain. Her once cool eyes were now moistened with intense love, hazy as if surrounded by a layer of mist. Her upper body was wrapped around Fain's chest, her delicate face resting on his shoulder, her beautiful waist rising and falling with each breath.

Under those intense movements, having become familiar with the shape of Farn, Caitlin was no longer as stiff as before. Instead, she remained taut and continued to splash water with each rise and fall.

But just as Caitlin was gaining more and more momentum and becoming addicted to the pleasure, suddenly—"Caitlin~ are you there~"