Traveling through the second dimension, the joy system encourages me to laugh heartily!

Her hair color wasn't the high-purity, clear lake-blue like Luo Qixi's, but a lighter, softer pinkish-blue, like the morning sky shrouded in mist, with a hazy, dreamlike beauty.

Chen Ming guessed that this might be because she was a hybrid of human and demon, with only half Migrud blood, which caused a subtle change in her hair color.

The girl's eyes matched her hair, a pale, watery color, but they lacked focus, appearing empty and lost, like glass that had lost its soul, merely reflecting the light and shadows of the outside world without any personal radiance. This gave her an air of fragility and vulnerability, as if she needed to be carefully protected.

System, check!

Name: Benedict Gingerdulagon

Age: 16

[Height]: 150cm

[Weight]: 41kg

Overall Appearance: 96

[Power Bank]: 0

[Status]: Confused, lonely

[Favorability]: 0

After reviewing the information from the assessment, Chen Ming knew he hadn't made a mistake in contacting the wrong person.

The girl before him, who was originally destined to become a pawn of an ambitious man, was none other than Benedict, his target for this journey. At this moment, she seemed unaware of the arrival of the king and the strange visitor, still immersed in her own world, her gaze blankly fixed on the unknown distance.

The king led Chen Ming to Benedict. Seeing that the girl was still lost in thought and had not even performed basic royal etiquette, he frowned subconsciously, and an urge to reprimand her rose in his throat.

In his usual understanding, such impolite behavior, especially when receiving such an extremely distinguished guest as [Infinite], was absolutely unacceptable and must be immediately and strictly reprimanded to set the rules.

However, just before the authoritative rebuke was about to be uttered, the king suddenly jolted awake, as if doused with a bucket of cold water.

He instantly realized that the identity and status of the daughter he had always ignored, even regarding her as a minor stain on the royal family, had undergone a complete transformation from the moment [Infinite] proposed marriage!

She was no longer just an insignificant, down-on-her-luck princess who could be scolded at will, but was about to become the wife of this supreme powerhouse who was comparable to a nation and whose might shook the continent!

The mark of [Infinity] has already been imprinted on her body.

His so-called father, the king, not only no longer had the right to reprimand her at will, but also needed to maintain his kinship with her!

In a flash, the anger that was about to break out on the king's face melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun, replaced by an extremely warm smile, and he softened his voice and said:

"My daughter, look! This is none other than the most powerful hero in the entire continent, the one who personally defeated the immortal demon king Badigandi—Lord Infinity!"

He specifically emphasized Chen Ming's brilliant achievements in an attempt to draw his daughter's attention.

"Father has some incredibly good news for you. From this day forward, you are Lord Infinite's wife! This is the greatest honor for our Dragon King Kingdom! Father has decided that in a few days, we will hold the grandest and most solemn wedding for you in the palace, so that the entire continent can witness it..."

"Wait! Change the time!"

Chen Ming interrupted the king's enthusiastic planning and made the decision directly, "Let's hold it this afternoon. Keep it simple, just go through the necessary procedures."

All he wanted now was to get this pure, innocent girl away from this place that clearly offered her little warmth.

However, they didn't have much leisure time to waste on the court etiquette and social obligations of the Wanglong Kingdom.

Upon hearing this, the king was taken aback at first, but then immediately understood. His face showed no displeasure; instead, he nodded repeatedly, his smile becoming even more ingratiating: "Very well! Lord Wuxian is truly generous! We will do as you say. I will personally make the arrangements and guarantee to prepare a simple yet solemn wedding befitting your status in the shortest possible time!"

With that, the king wisely refrained from lingering any longer. He bowed respectfully to Chen Ming, then gave his daughter, who still showed no reaction, a meaningful look before quickly turning around and leaving with his attendants, leaving the courtyard entirely to the couple who were about to become husband and wife.

Watching the king's somewhat hurried figure disappear at the courtyard gate, Chen Ming slowly turned around and focused his gaze entirely on the girl in front of him.

Benedict remained standing there quietly, her white dress making her skin appear even more translucent. She tilted her head slightly, her previously empty, watery eyes now fixed intently on Chen Ming. Her face remained expressionless, like a delicate but lifeless porcelain doll.

However, for some reason, with his extraordinary insight and inexplicable intuition, Chen Ming was able to discern subtle emotional fluctuations from her seemingly unchanged expression—at this moment, the girl's beautiful eyes seemed even clearer than before, faintly shimmering with light, as if infused with some kind of vitality; her fair, almost translucent cheeks were also quietly flushed with a pink hue like the first cherry blossoms, clearly showing some curiosity and excitement!

This eighteenth princess, whose education had been almost entirely abandoned by the royal family, was illiterate and had no friends. In this magnificent palace, she was like an invisible person, and no one would even speak to her.

The girl was confined to this narrow space, and wherever she went, she seemed to be seen as a nuisance or an unwanted presence.

He simply lived a monotonous life—getting up, eating, then sitting alone in the courtyard watching the silent flowers and plants, eating again, and finally going to sleep. Day after day, year after year.

Imagine, each day must have been filled with unspeakable loneliness and suffocating discomfort.

In this long, lonely prison, Chen Ming's appearance was like a colorful variable, forcibly intruding into her gray and monotonous world. It would be perfectly natural for her to feel a sense of novelty, confusion, and perhaps even a hint of hope for escaping her current situation and a hidden joy.

Since it was still morning and there was still some time before the afternoon wedding that the king was rushing to prepare for, Chen Ming simply chatted with Benedict in the quiet courtyard.

Of course, this "chat" was basically a one-man show by him.

Because the girl knew so little, her world was so barren that she was incapable of engaging in equal communication.

But she would listen intently, almost greedily, to every word Chen Ming said. The angle of her body as she leaned slightly toward him, and the way her eyes never left his face, clearly conveyed her joy and happiness—she was expressing her deep affection for Chen Ming in the only way she knew how.

Instead of finding it boring, Chen Ming felt a sense of pity and a strange sense of satisfaction.

The girl before me had a soul as pure as a blank sheet of paper that had never been smeared, untouched by any worldly pollution, and unindoctrinated with complex rules and desires. All her reactions stemmed from instinct, pure and direct.

Which man wouldn't love such a beautiful blank canvas that he can carefully draw, guide, and shape?

This is not a desire for control, but rather a natural protective and creative urge that arises when faced with ultimate purity.

So Chen Ming patiently selected some relatively lighthearted, interesting stories from his rich and even tumultuous experiences that were easy for her to understand, and then told them to her in detail.

"...And so, on the snowy plains of the north, I encountered a gigantic red dragon, breathing fire and trying to devour a passing caravan..." Chen Ming described the thrilling battle with a slightly exaggerated tone, and then easily concluded, "Then, I seized the opportunity and killed that seemingly ferocious red dragon with a single blow!"

"Wow……"

Benedict let out a very slight exclamation. Her face remained expressionless, but her eyes seemed to widen by a millimeter.

"...And so, I encountered the legendary immortal demon king, Badigandi, the one your father just mentioned. He possesses an immortal body and is extremely difficult to deal with; many heroes have been unable to defeat him... But I still found his weakness and defeated him in a single move!"

Chen Ming deliberately slowed down his speech, using simple and clear words, as if he were telling a fairy tale to an innocent child.

Wow... Wow... That's amazing...

The girl spoke again, her voice still flat and monotone, without any intonation or rhythm.

However, Chen Ming could clearly "sense" that beneath that expressionless mask, the girl's emotions were subtly "boiling".

She's just extremely bad at using facial muscles and tone of voice to express her inner turmoil.

Or rather, during the more than ten years she grew up in solitude, she never had the opportunity to express strong emotions, and no one ever taught her that she should laugh when she was happy, widen her eyes when she was surprised, or express admiration when she was in awe.

The girl is like a sophisticated instrument that is fully functional but lacks the corresponding output program. The internal chip is running at high speed, but what is fed back to the outside world is only extremely simple basic signals.

But Chen Ming understood these signals. He could feel the girl's pure and passionate excitement trapped within her body, which strengthened his resolve to take her away.

"...Continue, tell us more..."

As yet another story of Chen Ming came to an end, a brief period of quiet descended.

Benedict raised her watery eyes, which were still somewhat empty but had become more lively than when they first met, and pleaded in a tone that carried a faint hint of supplication.

She had no more words to express her inner desires, but these few words already contained all her expectations.

In the girl's barren world, so many novel, wonderful, and seemingly otherworldly voices and stories had never been infiltrated. Chen Ming's narration was like colorful pebbles thrown into the gray and monotonous lake of her heart, stirring up ripples of "longing" and "curiosity." She greedily absorbed every word, as if parched land had received sweet rain.

"Ok."

Seeing the girl's expectant look, Chen Ming felt a surge of warmth and readily agreed, "Then let me tell you another story about how I saved the world all by myself..."

Just then, his gaze fell upon a group of maids dressed in uniform pushing several exquisite food carts into the courtyard entrance in a quiet and orderly manner.

It was clearly lunchtime.

Seeing this, Chen Ming shrugged helplessly at Benedict: "Although I really want to continue, it seems the story has to come to a temporary end. It's lunchtime, and..." He paused, his tone carrying a barely perceptible gentle teasing, "Don't forget, we have an important 'ceremony' to attend this afternoon."

"……it is good."

Benedict obediently responded, but her slightly drooping eyelashes and pursed lips clearly revealed her inner disappointment and reluctance.

It's like a child engrossed in a story being suddenly told by an adult that it's time to go to sleep.

"Haha, you're such an adorable little girl."

Chen Ming was amused by her childlike reaction and couldn't help but reach out and gently rub her light blue, slightly frizzy hair. The touch was softer than he had imagined.

"Don't look so sad! The story isn't going to run away, tomorrow will come soon! I promise, I'll tell you an even more exciting one tomorrow!"

His words of comfort seemed to have an effect; although Benedict did not speak, the subtle air of dejection around her seemed to dissipate somewhat.

The maids, with practiced skill, laid out an exquisite meal on the stone table in the center of the courtyard, mostly standard dishes from the royal family of the Dragon King Kingdom. After finishing their work, they silently pushed the food cart away again, just as quietly as they had arrived.

Chen Ming noticed that Benedict seemed uninterested in these luxurious court foods, far less engaged than when listening to stories.

So he had an idea and decided to give the girl another little surprise.

The next moment, several plates of uniquely shaped, enticingly fragrant dishes that clearly didn't belong to this world appeared out of thin air on the table.

There are golden and crispy fried foods, meat chops drizzled with rich sauce, and cute, milky snacks...

"Here, try this?"

Chen Ming pushed the dishes of food from the main world in front of the girl with an encouraging smile, "See if they suit your taste."

"Ok!"

This time, Benedict's response was noticeably faster and slightly more forceful.

The young girl picked up the silver spoon beside her with very dignified and natural manners. She did not seem impatient because of the novelty of the food, but began to taste it in small, careful bites.

Chapter 295: The Main World

Chen Ming observed with great interest. Although Benedict had not received formal etiquette training, the way she picked up the spoon and the angle at which she put food into her mouth naturally revealed an innate elegance.

He guessed that this might be because the girl had lived in the detached palace for many years, silently observing the behavior of other royals or maids, and unconsciously imitating them.

"what about the taste?"

Chen Ming asked with a hint of anticipation.

The girl chewed slowly, seemingly savoring the unfamiliar yet rich layers of flavor in her mouth.

After a few seconds, she looked up at Chen Ming.

"...So delicious."

After saying that, she stopped talking and continued to enjoy the delicious food in front of her in silence, but her eyes, which would occasionally glance at Chen Ming, betrayed her inner joy.

Soon, the two finished their lunch, a fusion of flavors from two different worlds.

Chen Ming wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and extended his hand to Benedict:

"Alright, lunch is over! Let's hurry to the palace to finish the ceremony, and then we'll go home together!"

The word "home" might seem unfamiliar and distant to Benedict, but she seemed to sense a sense of reassurance in Chen Ming's tone.

Without hesitation, the girl gently placed her small hand in Chen Ming's palm, then obediently followed beside him with small, steady steps.

Originally, according to the traditions of the Royal Family of the Dragon Kingdom, a formal royal wedding was extremely complicated and tedious. Not only was the ceremony itself lengthy and filled with various ancient rituals, but the entire celebration often lasted for several days.

During this period, nobles and vassals from all over the country, as well as envoys from neighboring friendly states, were invited to attend the ceremony and celebrate, in order to demonstrate the majesty of the royal family and the importance of the marriage alliance.

However, this time the situation is different.

On the one hand, the bride, Benedict, was not favored in the royal family and was almost invisible, so a lavish wedding for her was not on the king's agenda. On the other hand, and more importantly, Chen Ming, who was in charge of the marriage, explicitly demanded that everything be kept simple and completed as soon as possible.

Therefore, the king did not hesitate to break with tradition and compress all procedures to the extreme.

Invited guests are limited to the core royal nobles currently residing in the capital, saving the time and trouble of waiting for guests from afar.

This resulted in the afternoon wedding proceeding very smoothly, without any unnecessary formalities or delays, and no one dared to object or cause trouble. The nobles present all knew that given Chen Ming's demonstrated strength and his current extraordinary status on the continent, his willingness to marry a princess of the Wanglong Kingdom was definitely a great honor for the kingdom. Who would dare to be so tactless as to raise any objections?

The other unmarried princesses, however, couldn't help but feel a strong sense of jealousy and bitterness as they looked at their younger sister on the stage, whom they had always ignored and even secretly despised, now married to such a powerful and mysterious husband.

However, they only dared to force out their most perfect smiles and cast what they considered charming glances when Chen Ming's gaze occasionally swept over them, trying to attract his attention and fantasizing that they might have a chance.

As for causing trouble or provoking others? They would never dare to do that, unless they wanted to bring annihilation upon their own families.

Thus, in an atmosphere that appeared solemn but was actually efficient, the wedding came to a successful conclusion.

Chen Ming carried Benedict back to the mansion in the magical city of Sharia in an instant, and then tossed his obedient new wife onto the master bedroom bed.

[Ding! You have recharged with the stunningly beautiful Benedict, gaining 20 points of Pleasure Power. First recharge bonus: 10000 points of Pleasure Power!]

……9000 SECONDS LATER……

On that enormous bed, at least five meters wide and with a canopy, the sheets were in disarray, and a blue-haired girl, wrapped in a blanket, was fast asleep, exhausted.

It was Benedict.