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

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“Everything has its value to a bounty hunter. And for me, revenge is the greatest reason I continue to live.” Sarah felt no shame upon hearing Fan’s words, and simply nodded before saying, “Going back, no one in Bilgewater can pay my price. If you can, I would gladly accept your swear of allegiance.”

215·One Night and Three Days

Although she had made ample mental preparations, Sarah still realized when the real battle began that she had taken it all too lightly.

Like a tireless machine, thanks to Sarah's shrewdness in offering everything as part of the transaction, this time Fain directly pulled out a recording. Although she was prepared, Sarah still showed slight resistance and discomfort towards this act of leaving a record. However, this discomfort only lasted a moment; Sarah gradually lost herself in the waves of pleasure, gradually succumbing to her body's instincts…

Upon waking, Sarah stretched as usual. A series of cracking sounds came from her spine, accompanied by a soft, comfortable moan.

Opening her eyes, Sarah looked at the large bed beneath her and the man who had vanished, and fell into a brief silence.

Although she seemed incredibly open-minded, easily giving away her virginity, and even giving the impression that she didn't care much about such things, as if she were a fickle girl, Sarah couldn't help but feel a little saddened now that she was all alone. Sarah knew very well that if her parents were still alive, they would never allow her to degrade herself like this for revenge.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do; they were already dead, and his only remaining purpose in living was revenge.

As for his own body...

Sarah struggled to sit up. She didn't feel too tired and was in high spirits, but for some reason, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable all over her body.

The shapely, white body still bore the marks of Farn's wanton fondling the previous night, especially the plump breasts, which, in addition to the clearly visible teeth marks, now had two additional silver woven rings. Penetrating the red bean, hanging above it, even the slightest movement would cause a reaction due to friction, resulting in engorgement.

Aside from the pigeons, the lower petals were equally impressive. However, they weren't simple rings, but connected by thin chains... Although Sarah clearly understood that this was some kind of manifestation of Farn's desire for conquest, she had to admit that, in terms of design, it was indeed quite beautiful.

Thinking this, Sarah couldn't resist placing her hand on the open petals below. Even though it was just a simple touch, the slight pain still made Sarah's body twitch involuntarily. Pulling her hand back to her chest, looking at the remaining liquid, Sarah sighed inwardly—it really couldn't close up after all? But there was nothing she could do; after all, no matter how she thought about it, having something so large inserted inside meant it was impossible for it to return to its original state so quickly.

Thinking this, and savoring the scent lingering at the tip of her nose, Sarah couldn't help but sniff. A strange longing welled up in her throat, and Sarah knew this must be the side effect of what Faen had said—the "happy factor" causing her to be exceptionally sensitive to everything about Faen…

With this thought in mind, Sarah didn't feel much aversion. Even though reason told Sarah that this wasn't her own desire, reason also told Sarah that sometimes immersing herself in a certain illusion could greatly alleviate her pain, rather than being completely awake.

Thinking about it, Sarah swallowed, then put the cloudy white liquid into her mouth and began to savor it carefully.

A strange and strong smell... definitely not pleasant, but it inexplicably made Sarah feel intoxicated.

Although I was prepared... the side effects came on so quickly, is there something wrong?

A slightly complicated expression crossed Sarah's face. She felt both full of energy and inexplicably unwell. Just as Sarah was half-heartedly tasting the undigested milk, a plate in hand walked over from the side. Seeing Sarah's actions, Farn whistled.

"You have a good appetite. You've only just woken up and you're already eating?"

Hearing this, Sarah couldn't help but twitch her lips. Feeling Fan's gaze, Sarah, who had just finished her first time, subconsciously pulled her legs together, but after realizing what was happening, she gradually relaxed and sat on the bed in a more comfortable position. She shrugged at Fan with an indifferent expression and said, "It's alright... I'm just a little curious if the side effects you mentioned are true."

"How do you feel now?" Farn asked with great interest.

“It’s true.” Sarah shrugged. “I initially thought you were exaggerating, but now it seems I was oversimplifying things… But speaking of which, why do I feel something strange about my body? What happened to getting stronger?”

Sarah stretched her body a few times, feeling the omnipresent resistance, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.

In response, Fain placed the plate directly in front of Sarah. Sarah didn't waste any words and immediately picked up her knife and fork, chewing heartily, though her eyes remained fixed on Fain, filled with curiosity and longing for the answer.

Farn wasn't in a hurry, and simply said slowly, "Because you were too weak before."

"Too weak?" Sarah wondered.

“Yes, it’s too weak.” Farn nodded, then said, “Your perception of your body is still stuck before you fell asleep last night, and during the time you were asleep, your body was constantly growing at an accelerated pace. You may feel that you only slept for five or six hours, but in reality, you have slept for almost three days.”

"Three days?! Really?" Sarah was incredulous.

“It’s true, but it’s within the spiritual realm. Only about a day has passed outside.” Farn shook his head, then continued, “Your body has grown considerably in these three days, but your perception of your body remains at the level it was three days ago. Simply put, you’re out of touch. Once you’ve gotten used to it for a while, your soul and body will naturally adapt.”

As he said this, Farn reached out and pulled on the nipple ring, causing Sarah's soft gasp to lift the full breasts upwards.

"Look, not only has the shape become more rounded and full, but it has also become more upright while getting bigger."

Sarah gasped slightly at this, but then pushed Fan's hand away and grumbled, "Who knows if what you're saying is true... And speaking of which, why am I still all wet down there after sleeping for three days? You wouldn't even leave me alone while I'm asleep, would you?"

“Wrong.” Farn shrugged. “It’s because your absorption of happiness factors increases while you’re asleep, so I injected some extra to prevent your growth from ending prematurely.”

"..." After a brief silence, Sarah shook her head and sighed, "I don't even know whether to criticize your inhumanity first or your unfathomable and terrifying energy..."

216·Gold Content

Although the process was somewhat bumpy, under Fane's guidance, Sarah quickly mastered the various subtleties of accelerating the fusion of body and soul. As the strange sense of resistance in her body gradually disappeared, Sarah also quickly felt the various enhancements reflected in her body.

Although this power was still insignificant compared to Fane's, even with this rough perception, Sarah could still feel a powerful force surging within her. In fact, Sarah could already sense that the dual pistols in her hands were becoming somewhat insufficient in power…

This caused a flicker of sadness to cross Sarah's eyes.

For Sarah, the dual pistols were clearly more than just weapons; they also represented her longing for her parents. Now, with her enhanced body, Sarah could clearly feel that the dual pistols were no longer stat-wise keeping up with her current strength. In other words, Sarah had a feeling that while her stamina, control, and reaction speed were now sufficient for headshots, her combat efficiency might not be as good as simply grabbing a machete and charging through people into a melee.

Just as Sarah was still thinking, a seductive voice came from the side.

Are you lamenting that past memories can no longer keep up with your own pace?

Looking around, what comes into view is LeBlanc leaning against the wall, her face full of allure.

Sarah didn't have much of an opinion about LeBlanc. If she had to pinpoint anything memorable, besides her undeniable beauty and allure, it was the image of LeBlanc serving her after she'd been deflowered and turned into a cream puff the previous night—even for Sarah, a bounty hunter active in Bilgewater, LeBlanc's passion was a bit too much to imagine. It's no exaggeration to say that even Whiteharbor prostitutes who make a living this way are only driven by necessity, and wouldn't be as servile and lewd as LeBlanc.

However, considering the changes within myself, this ever-growing power, and the altered perception of the world that comes with the strengthening of my body and mind…

Well, if that's the case, then it's not incomprehensible. After stretching her body a bit, Sarah knew very well that this mental activity, the enhancement of strength, the growth of the body, and even the almost completely new world she perceived... any one of these factors alone would be incredibly tempting, let alone when they were combined into such a wonderful package.

Without much thought, Sarah simply shrugged and said, "It's alright... but if I had to do it all over again, I would still choose to become stronger."

“This choice is not surprising.” Hearing this, LeBlanc nodded and then said slowly, “Now that we have become sisters, I can help you strengthen your weapon if you need it.”

LeBlanc gestured with her chin toward the dual pistols in Sarah's hands. Sarah blinked in surprise, then asked, "Can I... enhance them?"

“Of course, in fact, these two guns are quite well-made.” LeBlanc said casually, glancing at the two guns in Sarah’s hands.

"Aside from the superficial exquisite patterns and technology, the construction of these two guns only requires some simple magical enhancements to increase the power of the bullets they fire by a level. And, if you have the time, I can design a complete set of enchantments for you, and then replace the bullets with elemental ores or, more simply, magical essences, which would make a world of difference in both accuracy and power."

Although LeBlanc is perceived as a high-burst mage in the game, she actually possesses quite a few fancy skills. For example, Riven's Rune Blackrock Greatsword was crafted by LeBlanc herself. In Riven's hands, even taking cannon fire head-on is barely affected, and each slash... well, there's no need to exaggerate that. After all, its size is undeniable; once it gets going, its sheer weight is enough to kill on contact or cripple on a mere glancing blow.

However, as the Pale Lady behind Noxus, LeBlanc's abilities are, at least for now, the most well-rounded all-rounder among the many girls in Fain—even Janna, as a spiritual being, is only slightly different from LeBlanc in terms of strengths and weaknesses and areas of expertise.

Upon hearing LeBlanc's words, Sarah drew her twin pistols, glanced at them with some reluctance, and then handed them over.

"I need to get used to my new body during this time... But speaking of which, how much is the reward? Upgraded weapons."

"It's free," LeBlanc said with a wink. "It's a little perk I'm giving to my family~"

"Is there such a thing as a free lunch?" A look of disbelief flashed across Sarah's face.

LeBlanc shook her head and said, "A free lunch? This is no free lunch. My master hopes that the girls around him can get along harmoniously, compete healthily, and help each other. And helping you like this is just to let my master know that I will always carry out his will."

Upon hearing this, Sarah raised an eyebrow, and after a moment shrugged and said, "So it seems you really are that Farn guy's loyal dog."

"That's only because you don't know how important Master is to me~" LeBlanc shook her head indifferently, then chuckled and said, "Besides, you were quite passionate last night, weren't you?"

Upon hearing LeBlanc's words, Sarah couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

Although her memory was somewhat hazy, with the lingering sensations on her body, Sarah could vaguely sense that her debauchery the previous night was probably not much less than LeBlanc's...

Sarah glanced down at her flat stomach, where faint marks were etched. According to Farn's will, these marks could be visible or hidden beneath the skin. But regardless, Sarah could feel that beneath her smooth abdomen, a part of her body had been permanently altered by the relentless, heavy blows.

"At least I'm comfortable..." Sarah hummed twice, then tidied her appearance before walking towards Fane outside the door. According to Fane, her master didn't intend to waste too much time in Bilgewater, so she should now properly assess her master's worth in other areas.

217 Pirate Council

Inside the central hall of Shipwreck Cove, whale oil lamps flickered within copper skull lampshades. Although it was daytime, the light still cast a bleak glow on the dark, mottled ship walls.

As the dirtiest yet most sacred place in all of Bilgewater, Shipwreck Bay's central hall has always been the sole designated venue for the Pirate Council's massive meetings. Similarly, it's the only place in Bilgewater where the use of force is absolutely forbidden. This rule wasn't established by Gangplank, the so-called Bandit King, but existed long before his birth. Even when Gangplank was alive, though he might not have been tactful, he silently adhered to it. After all, sometimes, the more chaotic and lawless the place, the more important the rules become.

However, Planck is destined not to be able to come this time.

Arriving late in his magnificent robes, Sir Harker smiled as he looked at the two men who had been waiting for him around the round table.

“I usually arrive early, but it seems you’ve arrived before me.”

"Better early than late, that's a virtue of Bilgewater... vain boy." Glancing at young Sir Harker, an old man with dirty gray hair and beard said expressionlessly, "Looking good is of no use in Bilgewater, brat."

Upon hearing the old man's words, Sir Harker narrowed his eyes, but did not make any outrageous moves.

A predator with countless tentacles, a fisherman of golden narwhals, Captain Old Blow, Bilgewater's most legendary sea monster hunter and leader of the largest sea monster hunter fleet. Although he hunts sea monsters, those who make a living on this sea know how ferocious they are. These so-called sea monster hunters sound much gentler than pirates, but in reality, they are just as risky as pirates and bounty hunters, doing business with their lives hanging by a thread. In fact, as long as they have enough money, these sea monster hunters never mind taking on side jobs while hunting sea monsters.

Sitting opposite Captain Old Blow was Raven, another legendary figure from Bilgewater. Although a bounty hunter without a formal organization, everyone in Bilgewater knew that nearly 30% of the bounty hunters and assassins in Bilgewater received a monthly payment from him. While these assassins and bounty hunters couldn't form close relationships like the sea monster hunters due to their collective seafaring activities, their skills and methods for killing someone far surpassed those of the sea monster hunters.

The reason why Raven has been able to get to where he is today is due to his superb interrogation skills. It is said that even the toughest veterans of Noxus Legion will have all their secrets, even those they have long forgotten, dug out in pain under Raven's torture, in order to beg for a quick and clean death.

These two guys have been friends for a long time...

Thinking this, Sir Harker's eyes darkened slightly. He had risen to fame by wiping out the Crimson Blades, a band of thieves in Bilgewater, becoming one of the leaders of some of the most powerful gangs in the entire city. Others might not know, but Sir Harker knew perfectly well—what wiping out? In reality, it was just that he had given Crimson Blades a push while Crimson Blades was leaning against the balcony with his back to him after he had finished having his fun with him.

Although he had successfully persuaded Sir Harker to inherit the Crimson Blade's legacy through various intelligence reports, his position was still unstable, and it would be a bad thing to antagonize these two old foxes at the same time... However, if he showed any weakness, he would never be able to stay in Bilgewater again.

Thinking to himself, Sir Huck chuckled, then nonchalantly opened a bottle of rum, placed it on the table, poured himself a full glass in front of everyone, and downed it in one gulp, saying casually:

"Whether it's useful or not isn't something you can judge with words. I used this hand to finish off the Crimson Blade back then, and to this day, this hand is still beautiful."

Upon hearing Sir Harker's words, Captain Old Blow and Raven exchanged a glance, and then Raven shook his head and said, "Let's leave the verbal conflict here. What we need to discuss is how to better dismantle Bilgewater—Planck is dead, a power vacuum has appeared here, and everyone is waiting for us to fight, waiting for an opportunity to reap the benefits. If we don't want to become their stepping stones, we'd better act now."

As he spoke, Crow picked up a glass of rum, filled it to the brim, and smelled it through his nose before taking a sip—as a master interrogator, he was familiar with the smell of every poison, especially since the volatile nature of alcohol would amplify the aroma. Now, having confirmed that there was no unpleasant smell, Crow poured himself a full glass and drank it all in one gulp.

After tasting it, the crow raised an eyebrow and said, "It tastes good."

"Really?" Upon hearing this and confirming that the crow was alright, Old Chui simply picked up the wine bottle and put it in his mouth.

Pirates—or rather, people who make a living at sea in this era—are no strangers to alcohol.

There are no standards like "no drinking before sailing, no tears for loved ones." In fact, in Bilgewater and in every coastal city of Runeterra during this era, except for city-states like Piltover that had already developed a considerable level of productivity, the only requirement for sailors was the ability to drink.

The reason is simple: freshwater resources are extremely scarce on the vast ocean, and any long voyage, no matter how well-sealed, will eventually result in an unbearable putrid smell in oak barrels. This is precisely why rum, made from sugarcane juice and sweeter than other spirits, became the perfect diluent. Mixing rum with putrid water, while not necessarily improving the taste, at least masks many of the unpleasant odors thanks to the alcohol and sweetness.

However, compared to the cheap sweetness of those cheap rums, Sir Huck's rum has a distinct tropical fruit aroma and a more rounded taste, which is incomparable to those cheap products.

Although it was just a small gadget, it subtly softened the attitudes of the other two.

Seeing this, Hark chuckled inwardly, then said unhurriedly, "There's plenty of good wine. I can send a few more cases to you two later, just to make friends. But for now, let's discuss how to deal with Planck's legacy, and... that guy in Piltover."

218. Where did the speed bumps come from?

Upon hearing Sir Huck's words, Captain Old Blow and Raven nodded in agreement.

Currently, these three are the most powerful force in all of Bilgewater. They are also well aware that their subordinates are waiting for them to fight, because only in this way can their men be promoted and made rich, and their second-rate rivals take the opportunity to seize more power and expand their gangs.

These people know that chaos is good for them, just as Old Blow and Raven know that conflict will only allow other ambitious people to reap the benefits—in a godforsaken place like Bilgewater, there will never be a shortage of opportunists.

Therefore, dividing Bilgewater, or rather, the remaining interests of Plank, became the consensus reached by Old Blow and Raven. They had initially considered dealing with Ser Hark, this rising star, but considering he was the ruthless man who had personally wiped out the Crimson Blade, and since he was willing to give them face and concede some benefits, a more cautious approach seemed like a better choice.

In this situation, Piltover became the only thing the pirate council needed to consider. However, even when faced with Piltover, the pirates still didn't take it too seriously.

"The reason Gangplank died was because that guy was too stupid, stupidly arrogant!" Captain Old Blow sneered, his face full of disdain. "Piltworth may be a trading city, but all the best sailors in the world are in Bilgewater! Even the Noxian navy is still just greenhorns compared to the sailors of Bilgewater! What kind of sailors are they if they haven't faced a real storm or sea monsters as big as islands?"

"It was that Stulk foolishly ventured into the land near the Kumangu Mountains—what's the difference between a pirate leaving the sea and a fish out of water? He entered the territory that land-dwelling creatures excelled at, no wonder he ended up being cut in half at the waist. If you ask me, his nickname 'King of Bandits' is a joke!"

"Is that so?" Upon hearing this, Sir Harker raised an eyebrow, then said, "But I heard from the surviving crew members of the Dread that Piltover actually only sent two people to defeat the Dread..."

"Hahaha! You actually believe what pirates say?" Captain Old Blow sneered. "If what they said were true, they would have already stormed the Immortal Fortress and emptied the Noxian Royal Palace! Unlike now, it's all nonsense, all rubbish. In my opinion, it's just a bunch of useless pirates who even lost their flagship trying to find an excuse to make themselves look less shameful—it's not the first time they've done this!"

“That’s right.” The bald crow beside him nodded, then said coldly, “These pirates are all utterly shameless, a complete bunch of fools. You’d be better off taking a trip out to sea than trusting them.”

As he said this, Raven gestured with his chin toward the nautical chart on one wall of the pirate hall and said, "Bilgewater was originally just an obscure little island. The reason it has become the pirate city and bandit city it is today is thanks to its unpredictable and ever-changing sea currents. Ordinary sailors who want to come here would be utterly defeated by the giant sea monsters and the ubiquitous reefs along the way. Even if an army came... ha."

With a sneer, Raven continued, "If military strength alone could crush Bilgewater, the Noxians would have already hanged all the pirates on Bilgewater and incorporated them into their ranks to maintain trade stability. Why would they be in this situation, struggling to reclaim the Sea of ​​Watchers?"

"Even Noxus couldn't conquer Bilgewater, let alone Piltover—a small trading town far inferior to Noxus, whose only purpose is to provide necessary supplies when Bilgewater is hungry!"

"Moreover, whether it's Piltover's so-called Hextech or Noxus's military needs, both require obtaining rare materials from those deep-sea behemoths. Scales, oil, bones—these things are priceless. And only the sea-hunting ships under Old Blow's command can hunt sea monsters. Those barbed weapons and traps specifically designed to hunt sea monsters are not something a rookie can master."

Hearing Raven's words, Old Blow nodded in satisfaction, then engaged in mutual flattery, saying, "Your men are not to be underestimated either. If I remember correctly, you took all the spare heavy cannons from Planck's Vault, right? Combined with the reefs and currents of Bilgewater, and the ability to fight in storms, even if Piltover's merchant ships rocked their oars until they broke, their firepower and maneuverability couldn't compare to the bounty hunters from Bloodharbor!"

“That’s certainly impressive. Planck’s arquebuses are far more powerful than ordinary cannons. Speaking of which, quite a few old-timers from Piltover have been offering to pay us to help them out lately.” Raven added, rolling his eyes.

“Those glib-tongued Piltover women may not have any other skills, but they have a knack for making money. If we can find a way to enter the Piltover Inland Sea, we can definitely find a way to build a new port.”

Throughout their conversation, the three men showed no regard for Farn. Ultimately, they never believed that anyone in the world could... with just two men, destroy Planck's fleet and seize Planck's flagship, the Fear.

“But we still need to find a way to respond.” Looking at the two confident men, Sir Harker couldn't help but feel a little relieved, and then said leisurely, “After all, we need to let them know that besides Plank, there are others in Bilgewater who are even smarter—”

Just as Sir Huck was speaking slowly, suddenly, accompanied by a whooshing sound—BOOM!!!

A blur streaked across the distant sky, and before anyone could react, the dome of the Shipwreck Bay hall shattered upon impact. Debris flew everywhere, and splinters of wood and brick struck Old Chui and Crow squarely in the cheeks. The impact deformed their flesh, accompanied by a sickeningly loud cracking sound. In a blur, the two intact figures were shattered into mangled pieces by the invisible shockwave as they flew through the air.

After jumping down from the shattered wall, Farn looked around before turning to Sir Harker and asking, "Are Raven and Old Blow here?"

Upon hearing this, Hala's eyes widened, and then he pointed blankly at the soles of Farn's feet.

After glancing at the bloodstains stuck to the soles of his shoes, Fain rubbed the soles of his shoes against the nearby bricks with some disgust.

"I thought it was a speed bump."