Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

A woman sat on the throne.

Her posture was casual, with her left leg crossed over her right and her body slightly leaning against one side of the throne. Her left elbow rested on the armrest, and her chin rested on the back of her hand, exuding an aura of extreme languor.

A head of long, jet-black hair cascaded down from the top of her head, the strands long and smooth, reaching below her waist. The ends of her hair were slightly curled, shimmering with a purplish sheen in the dark red light.

Her features were exquisitely refined. Her brow bones were high, her eye sockets were slightly deep, and her eyelashes were long and curled. Her nose was straight, and her lips were full, painted with a rich, dark red lipstick.

Its eyes are golden. The pupils are vertical, narrow slits, just like a snake's eyes.

She wore a deep purple strapless gown. The fabric looked like silk, but it had a more lustrous sheen, and it clung to her body, reflecting the light of a brazier. The strapless design was stretched taut, highlighting her two full breasts and creating a deep, unfathomable cleavage between them.

Her waist was extremely thin, creating an exaggerated contrast with the proportions of her chest and hips.

The hem of her skirt cascaded down from the throne, spreading across the steps like a pool of flowing purple liquid.

He exuded a cold, dangerous, yet captivating aura.

This is the patriarch of the Spirit Serpent Clan.

Medusa.

Food power 9999.

The peak of the legendary period.

Qin Chuan stood in the center of the hall, looking up at Medusa at the top of the steps.

With twelve steps and the height of the throne, Medusa was nearly five meters higher than him. This superior perspective itself was a form of psychological oppression.

But Qin Chuan didn't feel anything.

He has faced off against the Azure Dragon King, exchanged glances with the Mother of the Earth-burrowing Beasts, and now, nourished by the Moon Dew of the three legendary clan leaders, he has reached a power level of 9990.

A woman sitting in a chair couldn't scare him.

"I am Qin Chuan." His tone was calm. "Chief Medusa, I have long admired you."

Medusa did not reply immediately.

Her golden vertical pupils moved from Qin Chuan's face to his chest, and then from his chest to his toes, as if she were appraising a product.

The dozen or so Medusa tribesmen in the hall all looked at Qin Chuan with curiosity, wariness, and disdain in their eyes.

The silence lasted for about five seconds.

Medusa spoke, her voice languid and naturally magnetic: "It's been three months. I've sent so many people looking for you, but you've kept a tight rein on yourself."

"Hidden?" Qin Chuan chuckled. "I'm just waiting for the right opportunity."

"The right time?" Medusa raised an eyebrow. "What time?"

"The time to defeat you."

Medusa stared at him for two seconds, then smiled.

The smile was faint, with only a slight upturn at the corners of the mouth, but paired with those vertical pupils and dark red lips, it sent chills down one's spine.

"Interesting," she said. "Three months ago, you didn't even dare to look me in the eye and ran away with your tail between your legs. Now you've got the guts to barge into my territory."

Qin Chuan was not provoked.

"I couldn't beat you three months ago," he admitted frankly, "but things are different now."

"Oh?" Medusa shifted from a reclining position to a sitting position, pulling her chin back from the armrest.

Her eyes changed.

The previous lazy scrutiny was replaced by a more serious one.

"Your appetite... has increased?"

"It's gone up quite a bit."

Medusa's vertical pupils contracted slightly.

Qin Chuan could feel an invisible force sweeping over him from the direction of the throne, as if an invisible hand had been groping him all over.

That was Medusa probing his appetite.

Two seconds later, Medusa's expression changed.

The smile disappeared.

"9990?" For the first time, her voice held a hint of surprise. "How much did you have three months ago? A little over four thousand?"

Qin Chuan did not answer.

Medusa stood up.

Her movements as she stood up were slow, but the sense of oppression she exuded instantly multiplied several times over.

A deep purple gown slid down from the throne, spreading out along the steps. Her figure was even more striking when she stood than when she sat; the fullness of her breasts, the slenderness of her waist, and the fullness of her hips were all outlined in the clinging silk, revealing every curve.

But Qin Chuan wasn't in the mood to appreciate any of that right now.

The moment Medusa stood up, the air pressure in the entire hall changed.

A heavy pressure poured down from above, like a mountain pressing down on your shoulders. The air became thick and viscous, making it difficult to breathe. The flames in the brazier seemed to have shrunk, as if something had suppressed them.

The Medusa tribesmen on both sides all lowered their heads and bent their bodies slightly, not daring to look directly at their chieftain.

Qin Chuan stood still, motionless.

His Rinnegan slowly rotated deep within his pupils, dissolving the pressure layer by layer.

"It went from over four thousand to nine thousand nine hundred and ninety in three months." Medusa walked down the steps one by one, her skirt trailing behind her with each step. "In the entire history of the Diet Continent over the past eight thousand six hundred years, no one else has ever achieved this speed."

She reached the last step and stopped.

From this position, her line of sight was exactly level with Qin Chuan's.

The two were less than three meters apart.

Qin Chuan could clearly see every detail on her face. Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and you couldn't even see her pores.

The eyebrows were shaped as if carved with a knife, sharp and precise. The dark red lip rouge on the lips was applied evenly, but there was a slight smudge at the corner of the mouth, as if she had drunk something not long ago.

Her eyes were the most unsettling thing about her. Her golden, vertical pupils stared straight at Qin Chuan without blinking. It felt like being locked onto by a snake—cold, devoid of any emotion.

"How did you do that?" Medusa asked.

"It's a secret." Qin Chuan took a deep breath and continued, "I'm here for three things. First, to undo the petrification of Lilith and Elsa. Second, the tribute from the three kingdoms will be cancelled starting today. Third, it's time for you to repay the debt you owe the three kingdoms."

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Medusa stood on the steps, her golden vertical pupils fixed on Qin Chuan.

The Medusa tribesmen on both sides all raised their heads, looking at the man in the center of the hall with disbelief.

Some people's lips were trembling. Some people's hands were already on the hilt of their knives.

These words, let alone in the hall of the Serpent Kingdom, would not be spoken to Medusa anywhere on the continent.

Cancel the tribute?

Pay off debts?

That's courting death.

But Medusa didn't get angry; she even laughed.

This time, the smile was a bit wider than before; her lips parted, revealing a row of neat teeth. The teeth were very white, but her canines were longer than normal, sharp like two small daggers.

"Qin Chuan." Her voice softened, but in a way that sent chills down my spine. "Do you know where the last person to say something like that to me is now?"

"I don't know, and I don't care."

"He's been a stone statue in the corner of my palace for five hundred years," Medusa tilted her head. "Do you want to go and join him?"

Qin Chuan stood still, his expression unchanged.

"Petrification Eye Technique won't work on me. Don't believe me? Try it!" Qin Chuan said.

Medusa's golden vertical pupils suddenly lit up. A layer of pale purple light emerged from the depths of her pupils, as if something was burning inside her eyeballs.

Petrification Eye Technique.

Qin Chuan sensed it.

A chilling force shot from Medusa's eyes, striking his entire body. It felt like being doused with a bucket of ice water, poured from head to toe. Something solidified on his skin, like a thin layer of frost spreading.

But it only lasted for less than a second.

Qin Chuan's Six Paths of Reincarnation Eyes spun simultaneously, and the six golden rings released a burst of scorching energy, instantly evaporating the solidified power on the surface of his skin.