Mythical Creatures Strategy Guide

Chu Sheng's view was blocked.

It was blocked by her chest.

She wore a white-gold robe, a material somewhere between silk and velvet, which shimmered with a dull golden sheen in the light. The robe was tailored to fit her body perfectly, following the curves of her figure from the shoulders down, each inch clinging to her skin just right, neither too tight nor too loose.

The fabric at the chest area was stretched into an exaggerated curve.

Chu Sheng had seen Ella's full figure, Arthur's imposing stature, and Audrey's striking visual impact created by the contrast between her waist and hips.

But Amber is different from them.

Of course, it was huge. So huge that the first word that popped into his mind when he looked at it was "How is this possible?"

But what truly captivated him was not the size, but the shape.

The curve that bulges outward from the chest is so perfect that even the Creator could not have drawn it. Starting below the collarbone, it bulges outward at an incredible angle, reaching its peak at the outermost layer, and then converges back at an even more incredible angle, narrowing into a slender line at the waist.

Newton was baffled.

Such a large volume, such a full weight, yet there was not a trace of sagging. But they weren't supported by anything; the neckline of the platinum robe was opened just right, revealing the deep cleavage on both sides, naturally bulging without any restraint.

They stand there proudly, defying gravity, defying the weight of time, defying all common sense and physical laws.

The curve undulated slightly with her breathing.

His gaze continued downwards. Of course, not because he intended it, but because his eyes moved on their own.

waist.

Her waistline narrowed abruptly after that full curve, the reduction so exaggerated it seemed unreal. If you compared the width of her chest to the width of her waist, the ratio was roughly two to one. The robe clung tightly to her waist, outlining two soft, inward-curving lines that met at her navel before flaring outward again.

Hips.

The transition from waist to hips begins at the lowest point of the waist and expands outward at an extremely gentle angle. After reaching its maximum width, it then converges downward at the same gentle angle, merging into the lines of the thighs.

Chu Sheng suddenly remembered a term he had seen before he transmigrated: "natural childbirth".

One glance at it and you'll instinctively feel that this body was created specifically to give birth to life.

Generous, fertile, and warm land.

The hem of the robe continued downwards after the hips, clinging to the contours of the lower abdomen and thighs. The lower abdomen was flat, but not as thin as a young girl's; it had a very subtle and soft curve.

leg.

A slit ran along the side of her robe, from mid-thigh to ankle. When she sat, the slit was perfectly open, revealing a section of her thigh. Her skin glowed white against the platinum fabric. Her thigh was full and shapely, with just the right amount of soft fat.

Her slender ankles peeked out from under the hem of her robe, and very fine blue veins were visible on the instep of her feet, faintly discernible beneath her almost transparent skin.

Chu Sheng's gaze lingered there.

A very thin silver chain.

One end of the chain was fastened to her left ankle, while the other end extended into the hem of her robe, its destination unknown.

His gaze followed the chains upwards. The chains clung to the skin of his ankles, extending up the inside of his calves, disappearing into the shadows of his robe's hem.

He looked away, raised his head, and looked at Amber's face again.

Amber was looking at him, a hint of a smile in her light golden eyes.

"Chu Sheng." Her voice came from the far end of the banquet hall.

"Audrey wrote about you in her letters in a very interesting way." She paused, "and now it seems that's true."

At this moment, Chu Sheng's intelligence once again took the lead.

He placed his right hand on his left chest, performing a somewhat informal knightly salute. As he bowed his head, he glanced at both sides of the banquet hall out of the corner of his eye.

A dozen long tables were arranged in two rows, laden with silver cutlery and crystal goblets. Elven maids moved among them carrying trays of various dishes and drinks.

Arthur stood half a step to his right, his ahoge standing straight up. It wasn't because he sensed danger, but because Amber's gaze had lingered on Chu Sheng for far longer than normal social interaction since they entered the banquet hall.

Chu Sheng withdrew his gaze and straightened up.

"Your Majesty flatters me," he said casually. "Audrey actually complimented me? I find that hard to believe."

Amber chuckled softly.

"She said you helped her reclaim the throne," Amber's tone remained gentle. "She also said that you have a Holy Sword Knight, a Grey Elf, and a..."

Her gaze fell on Ella.

"...A very brave dog-man."

Ella's tail swayed gently.

Amber stood up from her seat.

This action caused all the elven maids in the banquet hall to stop in their tracks. Holding their trays, they remained in their walking postures, their eyes all fixed on the Queen.

Amber was half a head taller than Estelle. Her robe draped down as she stood up, clinging to every curve of her body and outlining a breathtaking silhouette.

From shoulder to chest, from chest to waist, from waist to hip, from hip to leg.

Each curve, taken alone, is enough to take your breath away; when combined, they are even more breathtaking…

Chu Sheng looked away.

He feared that if he continued watching, he would forget all his vigilance.

Amber walked down the steps one by one, her long, light golden hair flowing behind her. The silver chain on her left ankle swayed gently with her steps, making a crisp, alluring sound.

She walked up to Chu Sheng and then stopped.

They were very close, so close that Chu Sheng could see his reflection in her emerald-gold pupils when he looked up.

She stretched out her hand; her fingers were long and slender, her nails trimmed into perfect ovals, the surface seemingly coated with a layer of clear nail polish, gleaming with a warm luster.

"Welcome to the Sacred Tree Forest," she said.

Chu Sheng grasped her hand; it was cool and smooth to the touch, with delicate flesh and bones. Amber's fingers gently tightened in his palm for a moment, then immediately released.

She turned and walked toward the head seat in the banquet hall, the hem of her long robe swaying gently behind her.

Chu Sheng glanced at his palm without leaving a trace.

A small note.

He didn't look at it, tucked the note into his sleeve, and then let his hand hang down naturally.

Arthur glanced at him expressionlessly, but said nothing.

Yinye looked at Amber's back with some envy, seemingly wishing she could have such a perfect figure.

Ella's attention was drawn to a dish that the maid brought out: a pastry made with honey vine flowers and berries, baked until golden brown, steaming, and emitting a sweet aroma.

"Chu Sheng, is that edible?"

"Eat."

Ella's tail wagged wildly.

The banquet began.