“She’s impure, my lord! She’s not worthy of you!”
The Crimson Lizard King’s voice was ice-cold, her glare at Ursula filled with murderous intent.
“You’re right—I’m not worthy of His Majesty the God-Emperor. But that doesn’t stop me from offering myself to him.”
Ursula remained calm, her bare, alluring body openly displayed before Orson, a trace of shame in her brows, but no retreat in her burning eyes.
Orson’s face flushed dark red—this was getting way out of hand.
Even without the Crown of Sin, Ursula radiated dangerous charm. Her bashful smile and seductive aura combined into a deadly cocktail that could ignite the primal instincts of any wolf-hearted man.
For a moment, Orson seriously considered just pushing her down right then and there.
She was, after all, the future Empress—the woman who would one day rule the Light Dragon Empire. A peerless beauty beyond compare.
Only now did Orson truly understand why so many shut-in nerds were obsessed with the female NPCs in Infinite Dimensions.
These women, with their fair skin, flawless features, and graceful curves, were tailor-made to fit a gamer’s fantasies.
And Ursula? She was in a league of her own.
The most critical detail? In Hardcore Mode, NPCs were indistinguishable from real humans.
Back in his previous life, it wasn’t uncommon for trial players to actually marry NPCs.
After all, they were obedient, understanding—and didn’t demand a dowry.
“Back off from my master, you wicked woman! I’m gonna hit you! Take this!”
Berenice shrieked in fury, slamming her eggshell against Ursula’s hand, which rested on Orson’s shoulder.
“Get lost! Or I won’t hesitate to kill you right here!”
The Crimson Lizard King growled, lifting her bone sword. Her pretty face was filled with killing intent—she wasn’t joking.
“Ahem… Why are you all freaking out? Do I look like the kind of guy who’d just give in to temptation?”
Orson coughed awkwardly, cutting off the madness of the two creatures.
Crimson Lizard King and Berenice exchanged a glance, then fell silent—both eyeing Orson suspiciously.
“Buzz off!”
Orson shouted in embarrassment.
Then his expression turned serious. His voice was calm as he looked at Ursula.
“I don’t trust verbal promises. And I don’t believe a roll in the hay will make you loyal to me.”
He reached out with the Supreme Arcane Blade, using it to lift the discarded clothes on the ground and toss them to Ursula.
“I’m not into naked flirting.”
Ursula turned beet red, her expression a mix of shame and frustration as she dressed. Tears welled in her eyes.
“Am I not beautiful? Don’t you like me?”
Orson frowned. Was she seriously doing this right now?
Never mind that the Crimson Lizard King, Berenice, and even her own sister were right there—did she really think this ruined battlefield was a place for flirting?
Any player with half a sense of style would never go along with this nonsense.
Shaking his head with a sigh, Orson’s patience wore thin.
“Sign the contract, or you’re worthless to me.”
“My lord—eternal!”
The Crimson Lizard King suddenly let out a crazed war cry, nearly scaring the life out of Orson.
He glared at the stupid lizard, who for once looked bashful and turned her head, hiding her true feelings.
“As you can see… I really can’t sign another contract,” Ursula said bitterly, revealing a blood pact floating before her.
Orson’s eyes narrowed. Now he understood.
The contract showed her master was none other than the Light Dragon King—Tulikiki.
In Infinite Dimensions, a servant contract could only exist once. Unless one party died, it couldn’t be voided.
There was only one exception—like the one Blaze King had forced Ocular Demon to sign.
Even after Blaze King’s death, his indomitable will had become a foundational law during the Era of Immortals, keeping the contract in effect.
Only after that era ended did that law no longer apply—finally giving Orson a chance to enslave Ocular Demon Little Bean.
“Do I seriously have to kill the Light Dragon King to make her mine?”
Orson muttered. He’d dealt with Tulikiki before and knew the old dragon wasn’t just powerful—he was also cunning as hell.
Bosses and NPCs of King-tier or above didn’t rely on aggro mechanics.
They analyzed battle situations intelligently and chose whether to fight or retreat.
Even with the Crimson Lizard King’s overwhelming strength and her ability to ignore Demi-God Supremes’ rules, facing the Light Dragon King wouldn’t be easy.
Not only was he a master of holy magic, he also excelled in barriers and even space magic.
If he chose to flee, there was almost nothing Orson could do.
“I’ll find a way to nullify the contract. For now, you must become the Empress.”
Orson’s voice turned cold. “I don’t care how you do it—climb to the top. I’ll be watching you. I’m your only master. Understood?”
“Ursula swears eternal loyalty to His Majesty the God-Emperor! Even if my body burns in contract torment—I’ll remain faithful until death!”
With conviction in her eyes, Ursula knelt and bowed before the one she now saw as her god.
Ursula has requested an audience.
She wishes for her sister, Lili, to stay by your side as an attendant.
Do you accept this proposal?
Note: No reward will be given.
Treating Lili kindly and keeping her safe may bring future benefits.
Orson’s eyes gleamed—Ursula was no ordinary NPC.
This gesture, though seemingly minor, proved she saw through his distrust.
By placing her most cherished person at his side, she ensured her sister’s safety and gave him leverage—a living hostage to earn his trust.
Orson accepted. He already had enough followers; one more wouldn’t make a difference.
Soon after, the Crimson Lizard King carried the group back to the capital.
“Magnificent Baron! You’ve purged a blight from our lands. You shall receive the blessing of the God of Light!”
Priest Lolofey greeted him with an obsequious smile, several Church guards flanking him.
“A blight you guys created yourselves, you mean,” Orson sneered.
Lolofey paused, then chuckled awkwardly.
“The Holy Light Church had long planned to cleanse the Blissful Grounds, but with the northern heretics approaching, we had to proceed with caution.”
Orson smirked knowingly. The “heretics” he mentioned were clearly from the Dark Dragon Empire.
Though tensions between the two empires had simmered for years, they had never escalated into full-scale war.
But now, the global war was about to begin.
Ancient teleportation arrays across all regions were opening—not just for PvP chaos, but full-scale battles between NPC armies of major factions within Infinite Dimensions.
Soon, the cross-regional War Merit shop would open. As long as your merit was high enough, even a Divine Soul Seal could be exchanged.
War was inevitable.
And with war came destruction.
In the previous timeline, dozens of smaller regional nations were wiped out. Players from those zones became second-class citizens—mocked and exploited by others.
After Lolofey gave a discreet signal, Ursula was escorted into a luxurious carriage.
Orson didn’t stop them.
Clearly, the Light Dragon King was displeased with the boy-emperor’s reign. Ursula would now serve as the Church’s way of interfering in imperial affairs.
Helping Ursula claim the Empress’ crown aligned both the Light Dragon King and Orson’s goals—for now.
But who would ultimately control the puppet strings… that would depend on who was more ruthless and cunning.
Orson changed into imperial robes and once again assumed the identity of Orsix as he entered the capital.
With the Crown of Sin in hand, he headed straight for the estate of Cassandra—the top Empress candidate.