I'm on the Ark, and I started as a succubus.

It was simply much more beautiful, with such elaborate and luxurious decorations that even the combined concepts of 'luxury' held by all the Victorian aristocrats could not compare to this banquet hall in the slightest.

But this place also gives people a feeling of excessive luxury, so luxurious that it constantly exudes a complex and dazzling illusion of light, just like the musky fragrance that is so rich that it makes you feel like you can't breathe.

She wasn't quite used to it here, and didn't really like this kind of place.

She prefers quieter, less crowded places, where a few close friends can sit together, drink beer, and chat about stories!

When there are too many people, she always seems so awkward that she doesn't know what to say or do, or even where to put her hands.

“Miss Kinska has been here for quite some time. She is a musical genius and composer. She recently composed a piece called ‘Malavilia’ and is about to perform it for us.”

"Zao Lu said with a grin."

"Oh~"

Mud Rock responded indifferently, thinking that Miss Jinshika was probably a pitiful little girl who had been targeted by bad people because of her beauty and had been tricked into coming here.

No, that's not it~

As if sensing Mudrock's thoughts, Zao Lu winked at her, "Miss Kinska came here because of her artistic talent. She will be responsible for composing and playing music for us from now on."

Mudstone did not reply.

Her attention was drawn to the 'people' in the hall, some of whom she recognized as beautiful noble ladies from the city of Chernobog in Ursus.

Zao Lu and the others had taken her to the land-going ship for afternoon tea before, and Zao Lu had dragged her along, so she was able to recognize some of the people there.

The noble ladies were either gathered together, whispering and holding wine glasses, or sitting languidly and without manners on chairs nearby, or playing drinking games in small groups—

None of these matters.

What truly caught Mudrock's eye was their shape.

Slender figures, smooth skin, black, blonde, and silver hair all shimmered under the dazzling crystal lights; each one was a beautiful woman with a graceful and alluring figure.

But their hands were strange, sharp claws, and their feet, stuffed in high heels, also resembled the claws of winged beasts, just like... just like the little Philine named Mousse who had been captured and whose limbs had undergone severe mutation due to Oripathy.

'Perhaps this is also a Halloween costume.'

Mudrock withdrew his gaze, feeling that there was no need to care too much about this matter. On this land, the attire of these Ursus noble ladies seemed quite normal at the moment.

Perhaps these seemingly 'alienated' hands and feet are just trying to imitate the appearance of 'ancestral people' or 'divine people'?

She remembered that Ursus used to be a nation dominated by the 'Horsehawks'. It didn't seem like something unacceptable that the noble ladies of Ursus would dress themselves up as the ancestral people of the Horsehawks, or the people of the gods, whose bloodline was considered more noble.

As a Sarkaz, a demon... she simply couldn't have a problem with others having opinions about her peculiar style in this regard.

The Sarkaz are far more powerful than that!

From young and beautiful girls like her and W, to those below—cough cough—it's perfectly normal for them to split their faces into six pieces. In fact, everyone thinks the other is very pretty or very handsome.

For example, that Patriot from the tundra, as a Patriot from Wendigo, although he may seem out of place among the masses, not only them, but anyone on this land who sees the Patriot will think that he is very handsome.

Thinking about it that way, Niyan looked at the various people in the hall and realized it was all perfectly normal.

This land, teeming with beautiful girls, has always been like this.

However, the people who came to the ball were not the First Men or the Gods, and the other girls all tended to dress themselves up as First Men or the Gods.

Something seems off.

No, that's normal!

This land has maintained this aesthetic style from ancient times to the present.

There is nothing abnormal about it, and nothing that has been distorted.

Throughout history, their aesthetic sense has remained consistent and has never changed.

After realizing that everything was normal and part of the aesthetic norms of this land, Ni Yan's cheeks suddenly flushed red, and his ears felt a little hot.

The pretty girls and elegant young women in the hall... they were all dressed very scantily.

That kind of semi-transparent purple gauze dress, if you just focus your attention a little, you can see clearly what you shouldn't see.

The hazy, half-hidden feeling even makes it seem more alluring and seductive.

Mudstone's gaze lingered on Zaolu for a moment, then she turned her head and playfully stuck out her pink tongue.

Well, actually, Zao Lu is the kind of person who wears as little as she can, but she hadn't noticed it before because she was distracted.

It only has heart-shaped static cling stickers, plus a small piece of fabric with a tie.

It perfectly suits Zao Lu's style; this noblewoman from Ursus has always been bolder than anyone else.

"Over here, over here~"

Early Dew stopped and put her arm around Mudstone's shoulder, turning her around. "Mudstone, you don't want to wear this to a party, do you?"

Mudstone glanced at his fully armored, heavily armed body, then looked up at Early Dew. "Is there a problem?"

"No."

Early Dew pursed her cherry lips and shook her head. "As long as you're not afraid of being hung up and taught how to be a good maid in front of all of us, there's no problem at all."

194 is Mudstone's Wife

Mud Rock was startled by Zao Lu, so he reluctantly followed her into the room to change clothes. He took off the armor that tightly covered him and put on a white halter dress, along with black stockings on his legs.

Ni Yan slipped her delicate lotus feet into her high heels, tugged at the hem of her dress in front of the mirror, and puffed out her cheeks in slight annoyance.

She felt like she had gained weight... she had become a little fuller! Not fat!

Mudstone could sense that she seemed to have grown a little bigger, and the delicate straps hanging from her slender shoulders looked as if they were about to tear from her plumpness.

The soil was so fertile that the glistening, delicate, and pure white snow naturally exuded a sense of overflowing beauty.

A snicker came from behind, and Niyan immediately puffed out his cheeks and spat out a mouthful of fragrant orchid, which blew up his bangs.

She pouted and turned around, looking at Zao Lu behind her with annoyance. "Zao Lu, this dress is obviously too small! Are you kidding me?"

"Where is it small? It's clearly very big!"

Early Dew blinked, then reached out and wrapped her arms around Mudstone's slender waist. "Hey~ it fits perfectly, it really accentuates your waist, Mudstone, don't blame me for that~"

Niyan narrowed her red eyes and gave Zaolu a wink. She was certain there was something wrong with Zaolu's clothes; either they were too small or the design was flawed, deliberately made to look like a slutty style that made her appear much larger.

The chasm created by the compression was extremely deep, but it almost made her breathless.

"Okay, okay, I admit there was a tiny bit of a design flaw on purpose~ But, isn't it beautiful?"

Early Dew pressed herself against Mud Rock's back, looked in the mirror, and nodded at her with an affirmative and encouraging look.

"It's too short!"

Mudrock tugged at her skirt again, twisted her body slightly, and turned to face the mirror. The narrow opening of the skirt accentuated her proud, delicate, and rounded curves in the mirror.

"This was also intentionally designed to look strange."

Mud Rock bit her cherry lips, her little face showing a huffy expression.

She felt that her reflection in the mirror was exuding a dangerous allure, so dangerous that it was as if she were making herself stand out in front of the cannons, as if she was afraid that the menacing cannons would not notice her.

Do not!

This was already a provocation from the dust cannons, a clamor for the terrifying city cannons to quickly notice her and then unleash their firepower and ammunition on this young and beautiful Sarkaz girl.

They continued until they had completely blasted her into a strange shape, crying and begging for forgiveness, and they still dared not do it again.

The black stockings were the same; made of some strange material, they seemed to be covered with a layer of oily sheen under the light, exuding a luxurious visual appeal.

But they are also very thin, and if you look closely, you can see the snow-white skin under the black stockings without any obstruction; the size seems a bit too small, which further highlights the soft and supple texture of the flesh.

After putting on the entire formal suit, Niyan felt as if he were walking into the square with a torch on a night filled with gunfire, just waiting for the city cannons to turn their muzzles and unleash all their firepower on him.

It seemed as if she was eagerly anticipating the baptism of the city cannons.

Is she that kind of person?

No, that's not true!

No, no, no.

Mudstone shook his head and said repeatedly, "Change it, change it, change it!"

"No, this is fine. Otherwise, Mudrock will wear the same outfit as me."

Early Dew pursed her cherry lips and shook her head. "It's pretty, and even a little cute, isn't it? It suits Mudrock very well."

She paused briefly, then abruptly changed the subject, saying softly:

"Although Chernobog was not completely turned into ruins by the natural disaster, it was still destroyed. All our previous efforts were destroyed. It will take a long time for the city to recover, and it is even more unknown when other hard-won ideas will be restored."

Early dew rested her head on Mudstone's rounded, fragrant shoulder, hesitated for a moment, and then continued softly:

“Master seems a little unhappy… Hmm, Mudrock must have just returned from outside, right? Time here is different from outside. It’s actually been more than two months since the cataclysm arrived here. Hmm! Sixty-six days. During these sixty-six days, Master has been punishing those Rhodes Island operators.”

"Eh~"

Early Dew sighed softly, "I don't know why Rhodes Island can't be completely destroyed. Those guys who did wrong... well, anyway, we can't really hurt them, so Master has been very irritable, and even seems quite scary."

"Ah."

Mudstone responded softly, interrupting Early Dew's incessant rambling.

She turned back and nodded gently to Zao Lu, a smile curving her full, cherry-red lips. "I'll go check on her. Oh, and by the way—if I don't get out for a long time, Zao Lu, you absolutely must find a way to save me, or I really will rot and die!"

……

……

"—Transform into a pig-like beast!"

Terrifying sounds emanated from the palace built by W, which was almost entirely composed of mirrors.

Mudstone shivered, hugged itself with its little hands, and rubbed its arms.

She felt a little cold and a little scared.

She was brought here by Zao Lu, and somehow, she returned to the Mirror Palace, which should have been located in Lungmen Central Park.

The surroundings were dim, and in the distance, one could vaguely see the dazzling neon lights of the skyscrapers of Longmen, making one feel as if they could hear the clamor of the city's nightlife.

But it was very quiet here; the noise from afar seemed to have no effect on this place at all, to the point that it even presented a tranquil atmosphere suitable for meditation.

The quiet amidst the hustle and bustle of the city is perhaps the most precious thing in this ever-bustling, brightly lit mobile city.

Mud Rock looked up at the rain falling from the sky and felt that time in this area seemed to have frozen on the day they left Longmen, remaining in a quiet and drizzly period.