I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

The following morning, when Lynn walked out of the room that Night Cinema had arranged for them.

He was so stunned by the sight before him that he stopped in his tracks.

The Night Shadow Square was packed with people standing in the dark.

Not a warrior, but a priest.

To be precise, they are catgirl priestesses—looking around, they are almost all female cats, with only a dozen or so males scattered among them.

They wore uniform light purple priest robes, much simpler in style than those worn by the gray-eyed high priest.

but.

It still outlines the slender waist and flexible body unique to cats.

In the morning sunlight.

These catgirls, with their ears of different colors twitching excitedly, and their tails of various colors swaying restlessly from side to side beneath their robes.

The catgirls' fur colors range from the most common gray-black to the less common tortoiseshell and silver-gray.

A rough count revealed that there were as many as five hundred people.

Moreover, they were all at least intermediate-level priests.

At this moment, hundreds or even thousands of cat eyes of different colors focused on Lynn.

In that gaze, there was curiosity, awe, and a natural reverence for the identity of the "prophet."

But more than anything, there was excitement and a sense of exploration.

"Is that the Prophet? He's so young! Meow!"

"Black hair and brown eyes, just like Captain Fang described, he has such a refined air about him!"

"I heard his fish was so delicious that Elder Warclaw licked the plate clean!"

"He looked over here! He smiled at me!"

"It's not just about you! It's about all of us!"

"My Lord Prophet! Look here!"

Cats are naturally active.

At first, the chatter was suppressed.

But with Lynn's arrival, the atmosphere quickly turned into excited whispers, and finally, some bold catgirls even waved and shouted.

A young catgirl priestess with snow-white cat ears and a youthful and beautiful appearance suddenly trotted out from the queue.

She held a rough papyrus paper and a charcoal pencil in her hands, her face flushed, and handed them to Lynn.

"Sir, Prophet! Could you please sign your name for me? Just write 'For the cutest Xiaoxue!'"

This action was like flipping a switch, and instantly more than a dozen catgirls' eyes lit up, eager to make their move.

Fengya stood at the front of the line, sweat beading on his forehead, and shouted, "Silence! Line up! What kind of discipline is this!"

However, the priests seemed not to have heard Fangya's command at this moment.

Still excitedly watching Lynn, several catgirls even pulled out similar "signature boards".

Surrounded by the catgirls' soft bodies, Lynn found herself in a blissful dilemma.

"Signatures are fine, but don't touch them!"

Sharp Fang's face alternated between pale and flushed as he was about to step forward to forcibly restore order—

"Give me—quiet!"

A clear voice rang out in the square like a thunderclap.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous natural pressure descended!

It wasn't the vast, imperial aura of Elune, like the forest itself.

Instead, it was an extremely oppressive super-level pressure, mixed with undisguised anger and a trace of... jealousy?

hum-

All the catgirl priestesses fell silent instantly, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped their throats.

They looked up in alarm and saw a figure walking out of the doorway.

Vera.

Her silver hair was tied up in a neat ponytail, and her emerald green eyes were narrowed, with obvious anger flickering within them.

She was wearing a pure white druidic robe embroidered with silver dew vine patterns.

However, the usually formal druidic robes appeared somewhat erotic on her.

Because her figure is too good.

When she walked up to Lynn and faced the group of catgirl priestesses, the pressure was so great that many of the weaker catgirls began to feel weak in the knees, and their ears and tails drooped pitifully.

Vera crossed her arms, her gaze sharp as she swept across the faces of every catgirl.

"Chattering and chattering, a loose formation, and a lack of basic respect for the leader—is this the discipline of the Nightshade Tribe's priests?"

Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but every word sounded like it was wrapped in ice shards, making the catgirls' heads buzz.

The high priest with gray eyes and several elders also arrived at the edge of the square, but they did not interfere and just watched quietly—clearly, they tacitly approved Vera's "discipline reform".

"Now."

"I'll give you three breaths. Go back to your positions, line up, and keep quiet."

Vera raised one hand, palm up, and emerald green natural magic began to surge within it.

"three."

The catgirls snapped out of their daze and hurriedly ran back to their positions, desperately straightening their backs.

"two."

The line quickly straightened, all the catgirls kept their mouths shut and even held their breath.

"one."

A green light flashed in Vera's palm.

The next moment, dozens of tough, fluorescent vines suddenly burst forth from the cracks in the square's stone slabs without warning!

They didn't attack; instead, like the most skillful ropes, they instantly bound the catgirls who had been making the most noise or whose postures were still a bit crooked, turning them into green "zongzi" (rice dumplings).

"Meow?!"

"ah!"

"Eek~"

"Waaaaah!"

"Lord Druid, no!"

Exclamations and sobs immediately rang out.

The bound catgirls were unable to move, but the vines were not tightly binding them, so they would not get hurt.

But the shame of being "packaged" in public and the feeling of being bound and restrained.

It made their cheeks turn red, their cat ears fold into airplane ears, and their tails stiffen.

What made them blush even more was that the way the vines were tied... seemed rather subtle.

The tightness of the belt around the chest and waist...

This made some well-proportioned catgirls so embarrassed they almost fainted.

Vera remained expressionless, her fingers lightly hooking.

The vine-like "zongzi" were gently lifted and then tossed back into their original positions with a "plop" and a "plop".

"Stand still."

Vera said coldly.

"If I catch anyone whispering or looking around again, next time it won't be vines that bind you, but thorny brambles."

All the catgirls, including those who weren't bound, stiffened and stood straighter than the straightest spear, their eyes fixed straight ahead, not glancing to the side.

In the square, you could hear a pin drop.

Only a gentle breeze blew by, and... the tips of some catgirls' tails trembled uncontrollably due to nervousness or shyness.

Lynn watched from the side, secretly admiring him.

As expected of Vera.

In her previous life, she single-handedly stabilized the situation in Silver Dew Village after Elune's sacrifice, and ultimately united the Wood Elves and Orcs to establish the Forest Watchers Alliance.

This decisive management style and natural aura of authority seem to be innate talents.

"Impressive!" Lynn smiled at Vera and whispered.

Lynn gave her a thumbs up.

He wanted to say "awesome," but he was afraid she wouldn't understand.

Vera's ears turned a barely perceptible red, but her face remained stern. She gave a soft "humph" through her nose, turned her face away, and whispered, "Who wants your praise, you bad guy?"

But the slight upturn of her lips betrayed a hint of her true feelings.

With everyone present.

Under the watchful eyes of the High Priest with Gray Eyes and several elders, the group, consisting of hundreds of catgirl priestesses, left Nightshade City and headed southwest towards the Sleeping Rift.

Half a day later, the team arrived at their destination.

The Sleeping Rift Valley truly lives up to its name.

This is a huge and ferocious crack that stretches across the earth.

The earth was scarred as if cleaved by a giant axe of a god.

The rift valley has steep edges, with an estimated height of nearly 100 meters, a width of several hundred meters, and a length that meanders and disappears into the distance.

The rift valley's edges are steep, and the air carries a faint scent of sulfur.

According to Fengya, this rift valley was formed by a volcanic eruption, but the volcano has long since fallen into a dormant state, hence the name Sleeping Rift Valley.

At this moment, at the bottom of the rift valley, the building that had "grown" out was clearly visible.

Just as described by Fangya, it is a dark gray material that is neither stone nor gold, with purplish-black patterns on the surface that resemble blood vessels, and it is pulsating with a faint light very slowly, like breathing.

The part of the building that is above ground is not particularly grand; it is more like a tilted, trapezoidal altar covered with strange patterns.

At the center is a spiral staircase leading downwards, exuding an unsettling abyssal aura.

"This is it," Fengya said solemnly, pointing to the entrance.

Lynn nodded, but did not immediately order them to enter.

He turned to Elune, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Chief Elune, shouldn't we call out our 'friends' who have been following us all along?"

Elune paused slightly, a hint of surprise and shyness flashing in her emerald eyes: "You...how did you find out? I concealed myself perfectly with my natural aura..."

Lynn's lips twitched.

"Our minds are united..."

"Pah! You've forgotten our natural covenant."

"Moreover, I had already sensed that someone was following us."

Elune's cheeks flushed instantly, and she said somewhat shyly in a low voice, "Then...then you know about our plan, don't you?"

"What do you think?" Lynn smiled, looking at Elune.

Elune felt awkward meeting his gaze, so she immediately looked away.

A moment later, a rustling sound rang out.

A large group of elves quietly appeared from the nearby forest.

Leading the group was Captain Sheena, accompanied by Elder Sihai, Elder Thran, and other elders, as well as advisors such as Ivital and Ysera.

And dozens of forest rangers, and hundreds of elven druids.

This is quite a spectacle.

This caused Lynn's lips to twitch uncontrollably.

What makes this high-level dungeon so special? This lineup is enough to wipe out an entire nation.

"Good afternoon, Prophet. Have you eaten yet?" Elder Xihai, who had a strong ability to withstand pressure, spoke first. After speaking, Elder Xihai scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

"No, no, no, please don't do this, Elder Xihai. Since everyone is already here, let's go down and study together."

The already large roster of beauties was further enhanced by the addition of a bunch of elves, making it an exceptionally pleasing sight.

Elves are exquisite creations of the Creator, and their appearances are all exceptionally beautiful.

The catgirls are mostly cute and charming, full of youthful energy.

It's pleasing to the eye.

It's so eye-catching.

If he had such a large harem in the future, he would be willing to let Lynn drive luxury cars and live in mansions.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through my lower back.

Elune's cool voice rang in her ears: "Mr. Lynn, mind your image."

Lynn snapped out of her daze, realizing that she was drooling.

Then came another natural voice: "You can't be so greedy, teacher!"

I turned my head to look.

Elune stared at her, her face puffed up with anger.

No.

coach.

I want to report someone for cheating.

He's activated his mind-reading ability!

How am I supposed to do this?!

wrong!

It can be done.

In an instant, Elune appeared in eighteen different forms in Lynn's mind.

Elune's puffed-up, fair face instantly turned red to the tips of her ears.