Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!

The main entrance of Dreamland.

Rayne bid farewell to the succubi with Constance.

Rayne said, "I'll make a move first. I'll come look for you guys when I've thought about how I should use you guys."

The succubi bowed to Rayne and said respectfully in unison,

"Take care, master!"

Rayne smiled and waved to the succubi before leaving.

The transaction with Olivia was completed successfully.

Rayne became a collaborator that was personally decided by Olivia and received the first blessing from her.

However…

At the end of the transaction, Olivia mentioned that she hoped to enjoy the moment of Constance's fall into depravity.

Rayne's official reply was…

"You're dreaming."

After knowing the origin of Constance's bloodline, anyone would understand the special status this demigod girl had towards the mortal and even this world.

She was even rarer and nobler than ordinary demigod Imperial Guards.

If the fall of the Imperial Guards was comparable to a feast for Olivia…

In that case, Constance would definitely be the final main dish.

Naturally, in order to enjoy this main dish, Olivia would have to pay an equivalent price for it.

She wanted to start off with a freebie?

No way! She might as well go f*ck Order first!

Rayne knew very well that at the current stage, he only had so many cards that could interest Olivia.

The key was to see how much resources Rayne could squeeze out from Olivia with those cards.

As for Constance's first night, it was Rayne's greatest bargaining chip.

He could not use it casually.

Furthermore…

That would be very unfair to Constance. There was no way Rayne would humiliate his beloved who had accompanied him through a thousand reincarnations just to please this evil god.

The transaction with the Nether Realm had always been so ridiculous.

Fiends did not desire wealth or treasures, but emotions.

Extremely strong emotions.

For example, fiends would give the poor a pile of gold just so they could taste the ecstasy of the moment the poor obtained the wealth.

Or perhaps, they would not mind using a bunch of word games to turn a seemingly perfect deal into a nightmare of despair so that they could enjoy the sweet regrets.

The emotions that fiends yearned for varied according to the faction that created them.

As for Olivia's faction, it was naturally fervently focused on how to create lust.

To the fiends, when the noblest living beings of the mortal world, the demigods, submitted to their desires and broke the iron rules set by their mother, Order, to sink into their carnal desires...

Without a doubt, that would be the sweetest and most delicious degeneration in the world.

Therefore, even evil gods would covet it.

Although she was rejected, Olivia was not enraged.

Compared to anger, she was filled with anticipation at the moment.

She merely changed the topic immediately and bestowed Rayne the first blessing so that he could complete the deal to tempt the Imperial Guards into degeneracy.

Thereafter…

She gave the leadership of Dreamland to Rayne as well.

"The bureaucracy of your Haines Empire is way too f*cked up and these children won't be able to produce any results either. I might as well give them all to you as slaves."

Just like that…

With a single sentence from the Dragon of Lust, all the succubi in Dreamland became Rayne's tools.

This was a pleasant surprise.

As for how to make use of the succubi, Rayne had to think again.

But now, he had something else on his mind.

Rayne: "Constance."

"Your Highness,"

After leaving the door of the Nether Realm, Constance followed beside Rayne expressionlessly as usual.

Constance did not say much to Rayne.

Rayne remained silent as well.

Just like that, the two of them tacitly treated what happened beneath Dreamland as a secret that they would never mention.

However, apart from that…

Rayne leaned his face towards Constance and stared deeply into her eyes.

"By the way, do you think I've changed compared to before?"

"!"

Constance looked away hurriedly with an unprecedented blush on her cheeks. "N-No…"

"Is that so?"

Rayne was a little puzzled. He walked to the fountain in front of the square of Dreamland and looked at his reflection on the water surface.

He was still that handsome playboy prince.

However, in Rayne's eyes, a demonic purple light flashed on the traditional faint iris of Order descendants.

Rayne murmured, "The bewitching Fiend Eyes that can make divine beings sink into it... this has to be authentic, right?"