Monster Girl Development Master.

Lydia immediately bowed in a standard knightly salute, her towering breasts trembling violently with the movement, her eyes gleaming with excitement—for Zhuang Sen, she would do everything in her power!

Zhuang Sen reached out and squeezed her soft breasts, then looked at the book demon exuding intellectual charm: "Misty, it's time for the Thousand Towers Kingdom to get a share of the pie. How about you handle those scattered clowns?"

Missy put on her oversized witch's hat and nodded elegantly: "You've already given the Thousand Towers Kingdom enough benefits, but leave this matter to me. Let me check if there are any traitors among us."

"Mother, Lilith, Angela, Lisander, Rani, I entrust the affairs of government and the economy to you." Zhuang Sen looked at the several monster girls who were good at internal affairs.

They all smiled and nodded, their movements varied yet alluring: Lilith adjusted her lace gloves, Ange made an OK sign from the pile of documents, and Lysander's tail gently hooked around Zhuang Sen's ankle, causing the wriggling octopus girl to let out a soft cry of pain.

“Then there’s Dantalian.” Zhuang Sen looked at his “Big, Big, Big Cutie” and said, “Keep an eye on the Holy Kingdom and see if you can find any trace of those chosen ones.”

“No problem, leave it to me.” Dantalian nodded in agreement. The simple movement caused her large breasts to jiggle violently, the dazzling white skin contrasting sharply with the conservative black nun’s habit. The snake’s tongue that occasionally flickered from the snake woman’s red lips added a touch of cunning allure to her elegant and holy appearance.

"Nia, Hana, thank you for your hard work on logistics." Zhuang Sen finally looked at the two monster girls in charge of logistics.

“With so many helpers now, it’s not hard at all.” Nia, dressed in children’s clothes and wearing a little yellow hat, swung her short legs and smiled mischievously. “Maybe it’s not as hard as you, my dear, right, Hannah?”

Hana, dressed in a vine-covered outfit, blushed as usual. She took out a box from behind her, filled with pink potions, and whispered, "No, it's okay, I've prepared potions to replenish my strength."

With the business at the conference table settled, the atmosphere in the room instantly became ambiguous. The octopus girl's tentacles moved more boldly, and the monster girls' eyes gleamed with a burning light as they all swarmed around Zhuang Sen. Zhuang Sen leaned back in his chair, feeling the soft warmth emanating from all directions, and smiled as he opened his arms wide: "Alright, business's done, time to get 'getting to work'—"

The light from the crystal chandelier dimmed amidst laughter and panting. The doors to the council chamber quietly closed, shutting out the outside world's disturbances. The monster girls' "after-dinner activities" were just beginning.

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Chapter 321: The Chosen One Appears (4404 words)

Within Gomulus City, the core of the Gomulus defense line in the White City Federation, Baroo King Anser sat atop the wolf-headed throne that once belonged to the Gomulus family. The throne, forged from black iron, featured a lifelike wolf head carving with exposed fangs. The rubies inlaid in its eye sockets gleamed coldly in the candlelight, perfectly complementing his magnificent royal robes embroidered with gold patterns, exuding regal majesty.

Beneath the throne stood two distinct groups of people: on one side were the White City nobles who had survived the Battle of Gomulus, a small but not numerous group, most of them pale and ashen-faced, yet still managing to maintain their noble dignity; on the other side were the nobles of the Fallen Star Kingdom who had fought alongside Baroo, all beaming with smiles, their eyes gleaming with excitement—the wealth hoarded by the White City Federation had made them incredibly rich, with gold, silver, jewels, rare ores, precious medicinal herbs… these spoils of war were enough for them to squander for years.

They couldn't wait to buy more plate armor, rune items, and those Hana-brand potions! They had witnessed the extraordinary usefulness of these items during this war. It could be said that, besides Baroo's formidable strength, the second most important factor in their smooth advance here was the equipment and items that overwhelmed the White City people!

Joyful laughter echoed through the hall, yet it pierced the hearts of the White City nobles like needles. Many wore expressions of resentment, their clenched fists bulging with veins, making no attempt to conceal their hostility towards the Fallen Star nobles. In their view, there was no rule among nobles of bloodlines to kill prisoners; as long as a full ransom was paid, freedom would be regained, and even if the money couldn't be produced immediately, at most, they would only be placed under house arrest. And for them, the White City nobles, money was the last thing they lacked; they would regain their freedom sooner or later, so there was no need to bow down now.

Looking at the arrogant and unyielding White City people, Baroo felt a surge of disgust, even considering the idea of ​​"simply killing them all to save trouble." But even as the Titan King, he was bound by the rules of the game among nobles and could not openly break the tacit understanding of "not killing prisoners," otherwise it would provoke a backlash from the entire noble class, including the Fallen Star nobles.

Just then, a raven flew through the narrow lattice window of the castle and landed on Baroo's shoulder under everyone's watchful eyes. A small iron tube was tied to the raven's right claw, with the subtle yet clear Zhuang Sen emblem engraved on the tube, which was now recognized by everyone in the Fallen Star Kingdom.

Knowing about Zhuang Sen's plan, Baroo immediately had a guess in his mind, and his originally serious and tense expression gradually relaxed. He reached out and opened the iron tube, took out the letter inside, and the moment his eyes swept over the handwriting, the corners of his mouth widened, even carrying a bit of an exaggerated smile, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

This unusual change alerted some of the White City nobles, who quickly toned down their previously arrogant demeanor and began to discreetly observe Baruo's expression. However, a few, blinded by anger or swayed by the humiliation of defeat, mistook Baruo's laughter for a sign of a "appeasement policy," and their behavior became increasingly unrestrained. Some even sarcastically asked, "What? Is King Baruo planning to let us go back, or is he seeking peace?"

These words completely extinguished Baroo's last bit of patience. The smile on his face vanished instantly, and his tone turned icy cold: "Tari, drag all these noisy fellows out and skin them alive."

The chilling words boomed like thunder in the hall, leaving not only the White City nobles stunned, but even Tari, the trusted subordinate who had been named, doubting if he had misheard. He paused, instinctively looking at Baroo, only to see His Majesty the King handing him the letter, his eyes filled with an unquestionable command.

Tali quickly took the letter, glanced at its contents, and then suddenly understood. He drew his sword from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the candlelight, and strode towards the White City nobles who had already been secretly given a blood-suppressing poison and were unable to resist.

The menacing aura finally threw the nobles of White City into a panic. One of them shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "King Baroo! We are nobles! You can't kill us! You're betraying all the nobles! You—ah!"

Tali didn't waste any words with them, kicking the most vocal nobleman in the stomach. The kick was delivered with full force; a muffled "thud" was heard as the man's abdomen burst open, blood and entrails splattering onto the rich robes of the nearby nobles. The cacophony of shouts abruptly ceased, and the remaining White City nobles stood frozen, mouths agape, their faces filled with disbelief, like ducks being strangled.

Tali didn't stop, raising his arm and unleashing a barrage of slaps, the crisp "slap, slap, slap" echoing throughout, knocking to the ground all the nearby nobles, whether they were shouting or not. But these White City nobles remained stubborn; in their eyes, Baroo could never truly kill them—he wouldn't dare! He needed to win over the nobles, he needed people to help him manage the White City territory he had conquered, how could he possibly kill all these "potential allies" who were familiar with the local situation? Let alone such an extreme method as "slicing them alive"!

Indeed, if Baroo had only killed one or two people, it would have been somewhat believable; they might have genuinely felt tense and afraid, worried that their turn would fall, since Baroo always needed to establish his authority. But to kill all of these surrendered prisoners? How could he possibly do that! Wasn't he afraid that his nobles would become disloyal?

The nobles of Baicheng hurriedly looked around at the fallen nobles, trying to evoke their sympathy by appealing to their shared social class—many of them were related to the fallen nobles by marriage or blood, and in principle, they shouldn't stand idly by and watch them die. But all they saw were indifferent eyes, and some even had smirks of amusement on their lips.

Just then, Baro threw the letter that had been passed around and returned to him in front of the White City nobles and said coldly, "You are no longer nobles!"

The thin sheet of paper fluttered to the ground. Those present, all of whom were of the bloodline and possessed eyesight far exceeding that of ordinary people, clearly saw the contents of the letter: that Zhuang Sen had captured White City, killed Esther and her associates, and taken control of the area surrounding White City.

"Impossible! It's fake! It must be fake!" someone roared frantically. "Guild Master Esther is a level five bloodline user! How could she possibly lose to a kid who's not even twenty yet!"

“How pathetic! They actually tricked us with forged letters!” another person chimed in, trying to convince himself that it was just a hoax.

But their shouts only earned them pitying glances from those around them. Everyone knew that this letter could not possibly be fake. The letter was printed on sea-patterned paper specially supplied by the Sea King's Palace, the surface of which carried a faint scent of the sea. Apart from the Sea King's Palace, there was no other place on the entire continent where it was circulated. The letter also bore Esther's seal as "Generalissimo of the Seven Seas Trade" and her personal seal. The former might have been stolen by her assistants, but the latter could only be used by Esther herself.

Either Esther wrote the letter herself, or someone seized the Sea King's Palace and her personal seal from her. Given Esther's greedy and autocratic nature, the only possibility for the latter is that she was already dead.

Without a Level 5 bloodline holder to oversee things, and with the capital captured, the White City Federation is utterly finished. Having lost their territory and power, what difference is there between these "former nobles" and ordinary prisoners?

Ransom? Kill them, and their entire fortunes will become spoils of war for the Fallen Star Kingdom!

Governing territories? Johnson and Barro have plenty of men waiting to be granted land; it's not their turn at all!

The nobles of White City felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their faces drained of color instantly. Without further hesitation, Tari swung out a phantom chain shimmering with starlight, binding the nobles tightly and dragging them out of the hall like dead dogs. Soon, mournful howls echoed outside, quickly diminishing and finally fading into silence—clearly, Baroo was serious this time.

Having gotten rid of these troublesome fellows, Baroo was in a much better mood and was preparing to discuss the next steps in taking over the territory with his remaining trusted subordinates when a figure suddenly rose slowly from the ground of the main hall.

The newcomer wore a white hooded robe with silver trim, made of luxurious material and embroidered with intricate dark patterns. Even after emerging from the dusty ground, not a speck of dust clung to his white robe. His entrance was both mysterious and dazzling—unless, of course, he was trapped in the waist and abdomen by a hard rock halfway up the mountain, unable to move.

Baro immediately used the power of the earth to lock down the uninvited guest, but he did not kill him directly. Firstly, he could sense that the other party's strength was only around the third awakening stage, and since they were both earth-attribute, they could not pose any threat to him. Secondly, he wanted to keep him alive for interrogation, hoping to uncover the forces behind him.

"Who are you? Who sent you?" Barroo's voice was menacing, his gaze fixed on the other person like a hawk.

“I am but a nobody, Your Majesty the Titans.” The white-robed man, though bound from the waist down, remained remarkably calm, even bowing slightly in greeting. “You may call me a servant of the gods, an agent, or a guardian. I have come to warn you of an evil being that is about to destroy your kingdom and to offer my assistance—if you will so.”

“That sounds good.” Barroo’s tone was sarcastic, making no attempt to hide his hostility. “If you were visiting properly, instead of sneaking out like a despicable assassin, emerging from underground without announcing yourself, perhaps I would listen to you properly.”

The man in white robes was not provoked. Instead, he went along with him, speaking respectfully: "As your lowly servant, I simply cannot approach you through normal means—your Zhanxing Guards are heavily guarded. Moreover, before you, the King of the Earth, my insignificant stealth techniques are clearly no threat. That is precisely why I chose to appear in this way—isn't it?"

Baro raised an eyebrow, having to admit that the white-robed man was quite eloquent, both flattering him and subtly absolving himself of his rudeness. He decided to give him a chance, leaning back in the wolf-headed throne and casually picking up a wine glass from the silver tray beside him, the crimson wine swirling gently in the glass: "Speak, who are you accusing? Don't worry about saying the wrong thing, I won't get angry over a clown's joke."

The man in white bowed again, neither servile nor arrogant, his gaze beneath the hood seeming to sharpen: "Johnson Leon, this is the evil I spoke of—"

"boom!"

A sudden, loud crack echoed through the air as Baroo's fist, whistling through the air, slammed down on the white-robed man's head. In his eyes, a court jester and a troublemaker were two completely different things—anyone who dared to slander his beloved son-in-law in front of him should be prepared to face his wrath!

However, this angry punch failed to shatter the white-robed man's head. Two defenses were triggered almost simultaneously: first, a gray energy shield suddenly appeared in front of the white-robed man's hood, forcefully blocking the punch; second, the floor of the hall suddenly lit up with an earthy yellow light. Baroo felt the power of his [Earth Titan] bloodline instantly drained from his body, as if all his strength had been drained, making it difficult even to stand.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the man in white robes broke free from the ground, straightened his slightly wrinkled robes, and still maintained his elegant demeanor: "I am truly thinking of you, Your Majesty the Titan King. If I had any ill intentions towards you, I could have done so now, couldn't I? But as you can see, I haven't done so. I simply hope you can listen to me rationally."

He paused, his tone guiding, "You are also a noble Level 5 bloodline user, you should know how difficult it is to develop a Level 5 bloodline. If Zhuang Sen Leon were truly a normal person, how could he possibly complete five awakenings at such a young age, and even defeat Esther, who possesses the [Leviathan] bloodline? And those women around him—are they all once-in-a-century geniuses, each capable of completing three or four awakenings in just a few months? This simply defies common sense!"

Baroo slowly withdrew his fist. The discomfort of losing his bloodline power made him irritable, but he forcibly restrained himself and did not show it. He walked slowly back to the wolf-headed throne, which was on the verge of shattering from the earlier outburst, sat down heavily, and looked coldly at the white-robed man: "So, what do you want to do?"

"We are the guardians, and also the agents of God." The white-robed man's tone shifted slightly, taking on a seductive quality. "We only wish to help you rid yourself of that evil being, using the power you just witnessed. You should have also noticed Zhuang Sen's ambition and arrogance; he will not be content with the position of prince or king, and sooner or later he will threaten your rule!"

Baroo didn't answer immediately, but subconsciously touched his lower abdomen—where the [Shared Page] Zhuang Sen had given him was hidden. He was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "No, I won't lay a hand on my best lord and my best son-in-law. Even if he is truly ambitious, the White City Federation's territory is enough for him to expand, and he won't threaten me for the time being."

The man in white bowed with apparent regret: "Your will, Your Majesty. But please remember, your humble servant is always ready to serve you." However, hidden beneath the white hood, a triumphant smile crept onto his lips—Baro's failure to order his men to act indicated that he had already wavered.

He was well aware of his own strength: only at the third awakening stage, while there were two fourth-awakened Azure Star Guardians in the hall, and the other earls were also formidable fighters. Even if he could seal Baruo's bloodline, he couldn't possibly fight them all alone. But he also knew that no king could tolerate an ambitious and powerful lord threatening his rule, especially one with limitless potential—a level five bloodline user. Baruo's current refusal was merely an attempt to preserve his reputation for "considering the bigger picture," waiting until late at night… heh.

The white-robed man said no more, his body slowly merging into the ground once more, disappearing without a trace. As he departed, Baroo felt the power of his bloodline surge within him once more, the weight of the earth enveloping his entire body again.

He waved his hand, dismissing his men, leaving him alone in the hall. Then, he took out the [Shared Page] from his robes, his fingertips lightly tracing the surface of the pages, his eyes deep—Zhuang Sen's plan seemed more complex than he had imagined. And what kind of variables would this suddenly appearing "servant of the gods" bring to this game?

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Chapter 322: A New Enemy

"The Chosen One wants to kill me?"

Zhuang Sen was quite surprised as he looked at the detailed information from Baruo on the [Shared Catalogue]. He had always considered the Chosen Ones as potential allies, not only because they hunted ancient monsters, but also because they belonged to the church and were followers of the "Ancient Monster Girls." However, judging from Baruo's description of his bloodline power being sealed, that person was most likely a Chosen One. Although they called themselves agents, servants of the gods, and guardians, "Chosen Ones" was just a name Zhuang Sen had given them based on the monsters' descriptions, and it was normal for it to differ from their real names.

But why would these people be hostile towards him?

According to Baroo's description, it seems that his bloodline level increased too quickly, unlike that of a normal person? Coupled with the previous battle against the Sea King's Court and Esther, this led to him being identified as an ancient monster? This is highly likely, since Zhuang Sen indeed couldn't explain his leveling speed, let alone provide proof to others. Therefore, it seems there's currently no other choice.

It's truly a pity.

He had originally planned to contact the Chosen Ones to help them deal with the remaining ancient monsters, but he didn't expect them to target him first. He was very curious about the ability to seal bloodlines. In this world where bloodlines are paramount, the existence of such technology... well, it wasn't unreasonable, but it just felt strange, like seeing a firearm in the age of cold weapons.

Since things have come to this point, we can only acquire the technology through another method—since cooperation is impossible, we might as well just steal it.

Johnson replied to Barroo: "Agree to his request, and it would be best to have him bring more people. I am very interested in their technology."

Baro quickly replied: "Of course, I'm very interested... but is this really alright?"

"Of course, no problem. I might have been a little nervous before, but now that you've personally verified it, I'm 100% confident." Zhuang Sen was referring to the fact that even with his bloodline sealed, Baruo could still use [Shared Pages]. In other words, the technology only sealed the target's bloodline and had no effect on the items. This meant that even in the most extreme circumstances, Zhuang Sen could still unleash a super powerful attack with [Judgment Core].

Even if we don't eliminate all enemies and destroy the sealing array, at least creating an opportunity to use the nest anchor point for teleportation and escape shouldn't be a problem, right?

This is still the worst-case scenario. In fact, even if Zhuang Sen's [Angel] bloodline power is sealed, he can switch to other bloodlines. If that doesn't work, he still has four monster girls with completely different bloodlines—Dantrian, Zero, Missy, and Ruri—whose strength far surpasses that of ordinary level five bloodline users, to assist him. Not to mention that the strength of the other monster girls is also rapidly increasing because they can now endlessly immerse themselves in the inheritance space, and their strength improvement speed is getting faster and faster. In another month or two, at least Celine and Lydia will be able to reach the fifth awakening, while Lady Lia, Lilith, Lisandera, Angela, and Mira are guaranteed at least the fourth awakening, and the third awakening is even more certain.

To be honest, Zhuang Sen couldn't think of any force that could pose a threat to him anymore. Even the Chosen Ones who could seal bloodlines couldn't cause him any serious harm unless they could seal all bloodline power in an instant. But if they could do that, why hadn't they unified the world yet?

Johnson's confidence convinced Barroo, who replied, "Alright then, I'll contact you again if I hear anything later."

“Don’t forget about Grand Duke Starr, or are you planning to go back now?” Johnson reminded him one last time. Baroo hesitated for a while before replying, “Things always need to be resolved, and Serafina needs her chance.” Clearly, Baroo had made his decision, both for his former brother and for the heir to the throne.

After reading it, Zhuang Sen considered it for a moment and then added, "Is Prince Gloria still in the capital?"

"He also needs an opportunity, a chance to choose." Baroo replied quickly and decisively this time. It's just unknown whether Prince Greya can make the right choice.

"I understand, Your Majesty."

"Good night, King of White City—or perhaps you'd like to adopt a different title?"

"Perhaps, I'll wait until I've thought it through before saying anything," Zhuang Sen said with a smile, closing the [Shared Book] and handing it back to Lady Liya, who was sitting on the sofa organizing battle reports. Her silver hair cascaded down her dark blue robe, and her fingertips moved gracefully and intently across the parchment.

"This is another problem..." Zhuang Sen rubbed his temples and turned to look at Zero, Beshi, and Liulige not far away. "Zero, Beshi, Liulige, have you ever heard of this so-called 'Chosen One'?"

Zero, maintaining her maid-like posture, stepped forward. Her silver-white hair shimmered softly under the light, and her red eyes were as clear as a stream: "In ancient times, there were indeed humans who worshipped monster girls, but at that time, there were no bloodlines among humans, let alone the power to seal bloodlines. Some ancient monsters did use similar methods, but the principle was attribute conflict, such as using holy power to imprison dark power, not unconditionally sealing all bloodlines."

Zhuang Sen nodded; he already knew this. The Bloodline Cult possessed the technology to seal bloodlines, and Count Cross had used it against him before. He had specifically studied it afterward, especially after the Bloodline Cult had almost completely controlled Brad, and had figured out the intricacies—just as Zero had said, it utilized the restraint of bloodline attributes, and its effectiveness was limited; it was impossible to simply draw a magic circle to ignore the difference in strength and directly eliminate someone's entire bloodline power.

Beshi and Ruri gave similar answers, neither of them having heard of any technology for sealing bloodline power among monster girls. While it's possible that other powerful monster girls later innovated and created such technology, the likelihood is low. After all, in that era, ancient monster girls were either preparing to refine their entire race into Source Blood Gems or were killed by ancient monsters; they didn't have the conditions to create such technology.

"In any case, everyone should be on high alert." Zhuang Sen stood up and walked to Dantalian's side. She was sitting in front of her dressing table, combing her long golden hair. The moonlight shone on her as if she were coated with a halo. Zhuang Sen gently hugged her. Her soft skin exuded a calming fragrance. "Especially you, Dantalian. No wonder no chosen ones have come looking for you, the Pope. They probably think you're an ancient monster too."

Dantalian turned and hugged his neck, kissing him on the cheek with a gentle and calm smile: "I understand, darling. But what should I do next? Help Serafina, or Lydia?"

Zhuang Sen shook his head: "No, next, we need to prepare for the ceremony to crown him king, my dear."

No matter how many or how strong the enemy, the best way to deal with them is always to improve oneself. And being crowned king and acquiring the title of king is the fastest path for Zhuang Sen to increase his strength. Moreover, he is also very curious: the title of prince unlocks a level 5 nest, as well as [spatial teleportation] and [bloodline resonance], so what will the title of king bring?

A level six nest?

Chapter 323: Preparing for the Coronation

Although Johnson said the next step was a coronation as king, it wouldn't begin immediately. The system didn't seem to recognize it, even though Baro and Misty, the two "kings," had already acknowledged it. This wasn't surprising, since no one could bestow a royal title. And in this world, there was no concept of divine right of kings—except in the Holy Kingdom.

Holding a conventional coronation ceremony is very troublesome. The process needs to be designed, the materials need to be prepared, a sufficiently important number of guests need to be invited, and an overwhelming amount of publicity needs to be carried out. Most importantly, it is impossible for Zhuang Sen to claim the throne of the White City Federation when there is only one White City.

Fortunately, expanding territory is not difficult for Zhuang Sen now. He can simply assign any monster girl—except for simple-minded little ones like Lyme and Piper—to lead fully armed rune-equipped bloodline soldiers, and then it's just a matter of pushing forward. For the White City lords, who at most have only a few tertiary awakened bloodline users and whose armies are composed of mortals with less than 50% armor, the gap between Zhuang Sen's army and them is like a tank versus a bicycle. There's no need for complicated tactics; they can just crush them. The most time-consuming part of the whole process is actually the march. Ordinary soldiers don't have the speed and stamina of monster girls, and they can't teleport, so they can't keep up.

Given this unavoidable reality, Zhuang Sen devised a completely new offensive strategy. He and his high-ranking monster girls would launch the first attack, using their extraordinary speed to swiftly reach the target city and directly issue a surrender ultimatum to the lord. If the lord wisely agreed, he would order them to gather their soldiers and follow him to the next city; if they refused to surrender, Zhuang Sen would personally fly into the city, precisely eliminating all the nobles, landowners, and wealthy merchants who refused to surrender. He would then order the remaining soldiers to advance to the next city, leaving behind a monster girl's lair as a defensive stronghold.

The main force that arrived later only needed to take over the wide-open city under the command of the teleported monster girls and implement the various policies and laws formulated by Zhuang Sen. This incredibly efficient expansion model allowed the territory of the White City Federation to be brought under Zhuang Sen's control like a snowball rolling downhill.