Before a storm, it's always quiet.
The sun shone gently on the earth, like a soft, slender hand brushing against his face.
The breeze was light, and the lakeside rippled gently.
The Emperor Building stood tall like a golden koi leaping skyward. Its glass curtain wall spread out like shimmering scales, as if breathing.
From the sky came a fiery red figure.
A white figure, like a meteor streaking through the atmosphere, blazed with intense flames. The high-speed descent halted abruptly as it landed on the roof of the Emperor Building.
The fiery red aura distorted the air, twisting it with searing heat, and reflected the figure of Bardi.
Bardi's indifferent gaze swept over the end of the metropolis, from the edge of the Suicide Slum to the Emperor Building beneath his feet. The continuous stretch of high-rise buildings appeared scattered yet connected.
In his heart, ten years of memories flashed by like a sigh.
He smiled faintly, looking down from the top of the Emperor Building, the tallest structure in the world, a symbol of his supreme status.
The entire earth, conquered by him, now lay like a child beneath his feet.
His eyes took in the bustling crowds on every pedestrian street: young students sipping milk tea, radiating youthful energy; middle-aged men in suits with briefcases, rushing about for work and family; women choosing ingredients in supermarkets, preparing for the evening meal.
In the distance, traffic honked. Children laughed with joy.
Everything was calm, warm, quiet, yet full of vitality.
"I see Barmulodi!"
A group of children were playing. One of them, with a cheap, wild-green toy telescope hanging from his neck, stared in astonishment. As he curiously scanned the surroundings with the telescope, he inevitably looked up at the tallest building in the city—the Emperor Building.
There, he froze.
Atop the towering Emperor Building, a white figure floated in the air, overlooking all living things. His expression was serene, and the windbreaker behind him rippled in the wind.
What kind of scene was this?
The best man in the world, the most famous man—was he flying above his own mansion?
The child was stunned.
It seemed like a sign that all the world's mysteries were about to be unveiled, shocking everyone.
Bardi turned and smiled at the dumbfounded child.
From tomorrow, there might be turmoil. But that was necessary, and it wouldn't last long. This world was about to welcome true peace.
In the next moment, Bardi vanished from the rooftop of the Emperor Building, prompting the group of children to scramble for a better look. They scoffed at the boy who claimed he had seen someone flying in the sky, let alone the most famous celebrity.
But the stubborn child insisted he was right, blushing and arguing with the others who hadn't seen it.
Bardi descended to the top floor, his personal residence.
Raven had been waiting there for a few minutes. Her black combat boots, layered with distinct metallic components, clacked against the floor. Her dark war skirt was wrinkled yet striking, its metallic texture mysterious and unique. The black stockings between her metal boots and skirt clung tightly to the skin of her thighs, giving off a subtly seductive visual.
Her upper body was encased in a tight-fitting dark blue battle suit that exaggerated her curves. Her devilish figure rivaled any woman's.
Especially after ten years, this demonic beauty had matured into a charming presence. The aura she exuded in her battle gear only made Bardi love her more.
The battle suit had been made by Bardi himself. Long ago, he felt Raven's original swimsuit and pantyhose outfit was odd and unflattering. Frowning at the sight, he had designed a more aesthetically pleasing outfit for his woman. He added a battle skirt and steel elements, making it both beautiful and functional.
Raven's black-and-white eyes spotted Bardi descending from the sky and, with a clang of her combat boots, she launched herself into his arms.
The two shared a fierce kiss.
After a long while, they finally pulled apart. Raven's mature, alluring face was flushed, her eyes hazy with desire.
Meeting and kissing passionately was a common way of expressing their affection. Even though they met almost every night, that didn't stop them from getting caught up in passion at other times.
This was normal.
Very normal.
Bardi held Raven's slender waist and dropped heavily onto the sofa, letting Raven straddle his lap.
She shifted slightly, adjusted her position, then nestled into Bardi's chest. Her mature, alluring body melted into his arms. The scent of his chest was the security she yearned for, the feeling she was most addicted to.
Bardi's hands rested on Raven's flat abdomen, gently caressing her deep blue battle suit, making her feel ticklish and comfortable.
It was an intimate act between them. Bardi enjoyed these quiet moments with his woman, and Raven naturally welcomed them.
At that moment, Bardi looked as if he were holding a little girl. His chin rested on the top of Raven's head, taking in the fragrance of her black hair. His mood was relaxed, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Aren't you going to show me my ultimate weapon?"
This so-called "ultimate weapon" had been Raven's vow. When Bardi designed a new battle suit for her, she was deeply moved. In return, she had sworn to create a supreme weapon for Bardi, capable of splitting stars with ease.
She knew his enemies were growing stronger, and she feared losing him one day. So she committed to crafting the most powerful weapon to protect Bardi's life.
To this day, the weapon remained a secret—even Bardi didn't know what it looked like.
Lost in Bardi's scent, Raven smiled charmingly.
She turned on his lap, her expression shifting from dreamy to solemn and serious.
But her mature, demonic features and dark purple lips only made her look more temptingly seductive.
"Bardi, I did it. I've successfully created the ultimate weapon—something that surpasses even the legacy of Azarath!"
Raven's beautiful face lit up with excitement, her eyes sparkling with emotion.
Bardi let out a quiet "oh" and smiled faintly, watching Raven's animated explanation.
Raven slid off Bardi's lap. Her steel boots clanged loudly against the floor.
"Bardi, the Guardian Silver Bracelet, Vulcan Sword, Divine Shield, Starlight Crown, Champion Helmet… all the artifacts you gave me. I melted them down using the Earth's core flame to forge a magic array. Azarath has a vast reserve of magical materials, and combined with the World Key and others… This is a supreme artifact that integrates the power of Azarath and the Earth's magic systems!"
"Bardi, you will use this weapon to dominate the Earth, build a kingdom of gods, and bring a new light to the universe… the future!"
"My husband! This is my gift to you—to rule the Earth!"
Raven's face flushed with excitement. Her eyes were bright, her mature features glowing.
Bardi raised an eyebrow. He had no issue with Raven repurposing Wonder Woman's gear. Wasn't the Lasso of Truth still intact? Besides, it was all to make a weapon for him. Seeing Raven so thoughtful and happy, Bardi's smile grew more satisfied and joyful.
"Thank you, my wife. I'll love it."
Bardi smiled, anticipation in his eyes.
"You'll love it, Bardi! This is the most powerful weapon!"
Raven's eyes sparkled. She clapped her hands excitedly.
The space between her hands began to glow. As she slowly pulled them apart, a white light shone through, piercing the room.
Bardi's eyes were filled with anticipation, the light reflecting on his expectant face.
The weapon Raven built for him stirred a rare excitement in his heart.
First, a handle appeared—a pitch-black grip, similar in shape to a baseball bat—emerging in Raven's white hands. Then it was fully pulled out, revealing sharp black spikes covering the body.
Bardi's eyes narrowed gradually.
Raven yanked it out completely, revealing the ultimate weapon she had created.
A mace appeared in her hands.
A mace???
(To be continued.)
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