Ch.119The Second Continent’s First City. Aparcart (2)

“This is what I spend money for.”

After a very long time, I took off my armor and lay down on a tanning chair by the pool.

The ceiling was made of glass, allowing the sunlight to pour in unfiltered, which made the pool area quite warm despite the cold water.

My wife was enjoying swimming with childlike innocence, while I sipped the brandy I’d ordered through room service, contemplating what adventures might await in the upcoming Year 1201 of the Extinction Era.

Today is the 21st day of the 17th month. Only 80 days remain until the new year begins.

I had set out on my adventure around mid-February, when winter ended and spring began, and since each month has 40 days (except for January and the 18th month), I had spent roughly 600 days adventuring without rest.

“600 days… not bad.”

That’s the number you get when you subtract 160 days from a year of 760 days.

In other words, I had obtained in less than a year what others might take several years of dedication to achieve.

A wife, a profession, and both money and power.

Yet I didn’t feel that this was because I was special.

Even though I had reached a level that would take others years to attain—a dangerous height where one could lose their life if unlucky—I had done it in a mere 600 days.

Perhaps I had been adventuring even before becoming an adventurer.

After all, climbing hundreds of floors of a high-rise apartment building while carrying a water container weighing over 3 tons, diving into the cold winter sea with nothing but a rope tied around my bare body to scrape barnacles off the docks, and roaming the streets eliminating gang members—anyone would consider these dynamic adventures.

Adventurers are those who undertake adventures, but just as there are adventurers who don’t adventure, there are also non-adventurers who do. Even a three-year-old child could understand this fact.

And I had begun my own adventure from that very age.

Splash!

As I sat in the chair, clearly licked by the sun’s rays, my wife finished swimming, shook the water from her body, and climbed onto the chair where I was sitting.

“Ooh, cold.”

“Hehe. You’ll warm up soon.”

She said this as she kissed me, and I pulled her wet body closer, placing her on top of me.

“This chest of yours doesn’t seem to have gotten any smaller despite the surgery. It’s not growing back, is it?”

“I… I think it might keep growing… After all, I’m… I’m still in my growth period…”

“Ah.”

I let out a small sigh.

Her figure is already overwhelming, and if she becomes even more voluptuous, perhaps half the men on the street might explode from envy the moment they see us.

Speaking of growth period…

I do feel like I’ve gotten taller, but since I’ve always worn loose-fitting clothes, I haven’t really noticed it.

If I had worn fitted clothes, I would have felt them becoming tight or short, but the problem was that my fashion code happened to be long coats, so I hadn’t noticed such changes at all.

“I’ve always wondered, why do you like long coats so much?”

“Because they look cool.”

When I said that, my wife made a surprised expression and placed her chest on my face.

It’s heavy, but if I mention it, she’ll accuse me of being perverted, won’t she?

“I can’t tell if Master is philosophical or simple-minded.”

“What good would it do for you to know? A woman should just focus on satisfying her master like a proper woman should.”

I picked up my wife in her swimsuit and carried her to the bed.

*

“Mmm… I love you, Master.”

“I know.”

After sexually disciplining my impertinent wife for daring to examine her master’s mental state, she pressed her flushed face against my collarbone, repeatedly begging for kisses.

As I was appreciating the movements of her smooth naked body with its violent breasts and buttocks, I grabbed her chin and gave her the kiss she desired.

When the long kiss ended, she sprawled on the bed, closed her eyes, and began to breathe softly, while I cleaned myself with the towels and cleansers provided around the bed before getting dressed again.

Knock knock!

“Excuse me, sir. It’s lunchtime, and I’ve come to prepare your meal.”

Just then, the chefs knocked on my door as it was lunchtime, and I covered my wife’s body with a blanket before opening the door.

“Come in.”

“Thank you, sir. Where would you like us to set up your meal?”

“Hmm… in the bedroom.”

“The bedroom, sir? Very well.”

“My wife is sleeping, so please don’t make any noise.”

“Yes, sir.”

After a moment’s consideration, I asked for the meal to be set up in the bedroom, curious about what it would feel like to eat a feast while lying in bed.

Soon, chefs carrying carts loaded with all kinds of dishes began entering the bedroom, and a few minutes later, they emerged with lighter carts and approached me.

“Are you finished?”

“Yes, sir. Is there anything else you need?”

“Ah… is there any alcohol with the meal you’ve prepared?”

“No, sir. There’s only orange juice and lemon water.”

“Then please bring some apple brandy. Enough for two people to drink. On ice.”

“Yes, sir. We’ll take our leave now.”

When I nodded, the chefs quietly left the suite without making a sound and closed the door.

As I heard the click of the lock, I stretched for a moment before entering the bedroom where the meal and my wife were waiting.

“Wow.”

Around the soft bed, dishes that smelled delicious enough to drive one mad were arranged like a barrier.

My wife, sleeping soundly in the center of the bed, looked like a sacrificial offering placed on a magic circle, which made me laugh involuntarily, and the sound woke her up.

“Mmm… honey?”

“You don’t have to get up.”

When I said that, she surrendered her body to the bed again.

The sight reminded me of a child’s sleepy protest, making me smile once more, and I climbed onto the bed and placed the dishes from around us onto the bed tray.

“Open your mouth.”

I said as I scooped up some stew with a spoon, and my wife, with her eyes still closed, opened her mouth cutely.

I cooled the stew before putting it in her mouth, and as she chewed, she said:

“Delicious.”

The scene resembled a mother bird feeding her baby, which made me laugh again, and my wife, with her eyes still closed, smiled broadly and leaned her head against my arm.

*

“Where are we going next?”

“Scofield Plains. You said you wanted to see the Scofield Baby Factory.”

“I never thought we’d actually be able to go there…”

Saying this, my wife kissed me.

Outside, the sun had already set, and the moon was slowly finding its place.

Below the balcony, along with the lights from the hotel, I could see the lamps lit by each home in Aparcart and the smoke rising from fires lit for evening meals.

With the exhilarating feeling of being like a king of this city, I could understand why the upper class could be so arrogant.

If one lived their entire life seeing such scenery, surely the people below would seem like less than ants.

I wondered how many citizens lived in this Aparcart, how wealthy this city was, and how terrifying the darkness lurking in the depths of this city might be.

Things that ordinary people would never be curious about—things they would refuse to hear if told—I was intensely curious about.

This was, of course, because I had grown up in that darkness.

Until I registered my own birth at the community center at the age of 13, I was someone who didn’t exist in this world.

Because no one acknowledged the fact that I was born or the reality that I existed.

Just as plants that photosynthesize stretch their leaves toward sunlight throughout their lives, humans, regardless of their origins, instinctively seek their own prosperity and expansion.

Some might want to leave descendants even through rape, and others might desire more money even through crime—this is the foundation that allows humanity to prosper even in this world where we have fallen from Earth.

I gazed at the stars scattered across the night sky.

Each of those stars was a mortal who had ascended as a minor deity after achieving great feats, and the greatest among them was the Sun I served.

The Sun—the pinnacle of humanity—who solidifies flowing blood, makes love boil, nurtures wisdom, and enables abundance.

Nariakira Saburo.

Though his form is not visible now, I can feel his presence.

Even the moon, which covers the gradually cooling earth, shines with his residual light. If there is one unchanging fact from the ancient empire until now, it is that we are the sons of Saburo and the daughters of Maria.

“O Sun, please watch over us.”

Looking at the moon, I searched for the sun.

When we wake from deep sleep, the sun will rise again, so please protect our souls from the sins we have committed and will commit.