After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The temporary camp by the river has been upgraded from tents to wooden houses, and then quickly expanded into a transit station for supplies.

With the help of the people in the southern commercial district, winter supplies were delivered to the central district by merchant ships. The boxes were piled up like a small hill, and only at this time could the soldiers truly appreciate the strength of the northern territory.

With logistics stabilized, another piece of good news arrived: Duke Oswald and Commander Paul had both regained consciousness.

Oswald, who felt like he had been thrown into some kind of washing machine and whose thoughts had also become scattered, was finally pulled back by the system.

The intense surge of desire had not yet completely subsided. Oswald, who had just woken up and felt itchy all over, as if ants were crawling in his veins, did the first thing he did: he broke through the thin ice and jumped into the river.

The biting cold helped him regain his senses, and the blue-gray sky gradually cleared in the tranquil river.

(What exactly is that guy?)

[Perhaps it was a soul sent by the goddess to experience other worlds, and is now returning to its original world.]

The tacit understanding between the two was self-evident, and the system quickly offered its own speculation on Oswald's first question after waking up.

Oswald remained silent, struck by the strange girl, the odd words, and the spiral of desire it unleashed…

[Host, you should stay with Elena for now. I will control your movements if necessary.]

Upon hearing this, Oswald opened his eyes at the bottom of the river and keenly sensed an uncontrollable restlessness within his body.

(What does this mean? What's wrong with my body?)

[It's a minor issue, just affected by conceptual abilities, making it a bit troublesome to handle. After all, it's not a simple concept of lust, but rather a kind of twisted power, like trying to resist lust. In other words, it broke the restrictions within your body.]

Tongzi slowly explained a lot to Oswald, and Oswald soon understood.

In simple terms, your body's instincts will tell you: you must eat, and only by obtaining sufficient energy can you maintain your health.

But behind this instinct lies a prohibition: you cannot go without food, because you will die if you don't eat.

So now Oswald's state of mind, or rather his instincts regarding desire, has changed from "you can be lustful" to "you must not be lustful, otherwise you will pay the corresponding price."

(As expected of a legitimate eroge world, what's the price for not being lewd?)

[The host's various emotions will become extreme, exhibiting a crazy tendency to attack and possess. However, based on the system's deductions, you don't need to worry too much, since you rarely experience emotional fluctuations when facing most people.]

As he surfaced, Oswald couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

In the past, he had always ignored the background of the story, thinking that the erotic world he was talking about and the erotic world the system was talking about were the same thing.

He believed that he learned about this world because of butter, which is why he called it the Butter World. However, when the systems issued the missions, they had already clearly marked the origin of the world.

Oswald now strongly suspects that the goddess of creation is not just playing tricks on them, but that the god of lust did indeed have coercive involvement in the shaping of this world.

The Spiral of Desire, the full-force attack of the god according to the system, is no longer a simple matter of polluting the gene seed; the entire gene programming bears the shadow of the god of lust!

"My lord, you don't need to endure it. It's better to guide than to suppress."

Standing on the shore, Eleanor handed Oswald a clean towel. Oswald dried his hair and kissed Eleanor on the forehead.

"It's not that kind of problem, Elena."

Seeing his wife's slightly flushed face and her playful wink at him, Oswald felt utterly overwhelmed.

The system said that Elinie had bound her soul to it, that Elinie had acquired most of its memories, and that the replicated magic crystal had become Elinie's exclusive item...

Sigh, why do I always feel that Elinne is more of a qualified time traveler than I am?

Oswald took out the Ring of Destiny from the system space. Given that Elene always cleaned up this mess, Oswald believed that this item could play a greater role in Elene's hands.

The one-time acceleration of fate sounds mysterious and impressive, but it might help her get through this difficult time.

"I plan to go to the capital again. Will you stay here, or come with me?"

Feeling slightly embarrassed but trying to remain calm, Oswald gently took Elene's hand and swiftly slipped the silver ring onto her middle finger.

"This location is suitable for coordinating the southern front, with convenient water transportation. Commander Kate is quite capable for choosing this position. If we are to leave, we can have Reid oversee things; I've already arranged most of the arrangements."

Suppressing her joy, Alini, with a calm expression but slowly raising her chin, had already completed the entire handover plan in her mind.

She refused to let go of Oswald's hand, and Oswald allowed her to lead him away.

Back at the military camp, Elena rationally chose to restrain herself. After all, with so many soldiers present, she, as the leader, could not act licentiously.

While the Duke was changing his clothes, Elena sat down at her desk and began to arrange some things. Paul, who had regained his senses, also came into the cabin accompanied by Leia.

"Do you sense something's wrong, Paul?"

Eleanor looked up. Although Paul had always been less affected than the Duke, Eleanor still dared not be careless about such a major matter involving divine power.

Especially for Paul, he was the second strongest force in the Northern Territory, a cornerstone of the army. Without Paul's help, many of the Duke's plans would not be able to proceed.

"It felt like a nightmare, but with Leia's help, I feel much better and have no other health problems."

Elena nodded and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that immortality has a strong resistance to the power of lust... When Jenny wakes up, we can ask her if she can use magic crystals to perform a semi-immortal transformation on herself.

Wait, won't this affect my fertility?

Alini, sitting behind her desk, rested her chin on her hands in silence for a long time until a drop of ink seeped from the pen tip and spread across the paper, at which point she blinked.

"Thank you for your hard work this time, Paul. The Duke and I will never forget your contribution. Here's what we'll do: I'll give you and Rhea three months of paid leave, until you have... then report back to the army next February."

"But what about the front lines?" Paul frowned. He never expected that the Secretary of the Secretariat, Eleanor, would voluntarily give someone a leave of absence, let alone three months!

You know, she's a workaholic in the Northern Territory. If it weren't for something important, who would dare to submit a leave slip to the secretariat?

Even if you ask the Duke for leave in person, the success rate would be much higher.

"The Duke and I are going to the royal city to investigate some matters. Our return date is uncertain, and we do not plan to continue the war before the end of winter. In any case, Luna needs someone to guard her, so you can consider this a rest in the Ice City and take precautions against any unexpected events."

After receiving Eleanor's explanation, Paul finally agreed, as Captain Luna's safety was still very important.

Moreover, with the successive outbreaks of war, not only he, but most soldiers were clearly fatigued and deserved a good rest.

After saying goodbye to Eleanor and the Duke, Paul and Leia quickly packed their bags and set off on their journey back to Ice City.

As the snowstorm gradually subsided, a group of people, trudging through the shallow snow and dragging a large box, arrived at the camp.

They were cavalrymen responsible for following the 1st Regiment of the 2nd Division. The contents of the boxes were spoils of war captured by the regimental commander, Federico, during his personal campaign.

The cavalrymen were still a little scared when they thought about that war, but the moment they saw the Duke, they rushed forward. Their legs were no longer sore and their hands were no longer trembling. They used an iron bar to pry open the wooden box that was sealed with nails.

Oswald smiled with his hands behind his back. He first smelled a foul stench of human secretions, and then saw a corpse in the box covered with tentacles nearly half a meter long, its body visibly swollen.

"Your Grace, according to observations, the giant spiral within the royal city has disappeared. However, the city is now filled with these monsters transformed from humans. They are not only incredibly strong, but they can also spew maddening substances..."

"Moreover, these monsters have not completely lost their rationality and can still communicate normally. They even know that they are at war with our Northern Army and have actively constructed a defense system."

"Aside from some unsightly aspects in daily life, they are basically no different from us humans."

After delivering the intelligence, the cavalrymen also presented a scroll depicting these tentacle monsters repairing the city walls.

"Thank you for your hard work. The intelligence was very timely. Go and get some rest."

"Yes, Your Grace!"

The cavalrymen carried the tentacle monster's corpse away. This novel creature quickly drew cheers and shouts from the camp, followed by the soldiers' instinctive intelligence gathering.

Melee or archery? Small force or large force? Magic or fuel?

The soldiers huddled together in discussion, and Oswald slowly put away his scroll, his eyes turning cold. He understood that the real war for humanity was about to begin.