Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 449 - 387: Who Bestows the Reward on Whom?_1

Chapter 449: Chapter 387: Who Bestows the Reward on Whom?_1

Daphne’s ghost maid outfit was clearly not the original version, but one she had tailored herself, with a shorter skirt hem that reached up to her thighs, revealing her entire white spider silk shadow gauze stockings and making her legs look even finer and longer, while her feet were adorned with a pair of black high-heels with red soles and pointed toes.

The alterations to the upper body were relatively minor, with only one change made: a circle neither too large nor too small at the chest, revealing a depth that seemed unfathomable.

There was no denying it.

The pikespirit girl had a talent for clothing design that was beyond ordinary.

Sometimes, a casual mention was all it took for her to conceive of a design, one that not only came to fruition but exceeded expectations, with stunning beauty.

Her design of the ghost maid outfit perfectly fused aesthetics with practicality.

But when it came to understanding the heart, especially the hearts of men,

she was like a baby taking her first steps in front of a dwarves female priestess.

Daphne could clearly feel it, when she materialized.

Gaven’s gaze involuntarily fell on the parts she had painstakingly altered, a reaction driven purely by male instinct.

Especially since the attire she wore happened to pander to the particular predilections of the man before her.

His gaze lingered longest on her legs, even longer than on the elusive cleavage above.

With an eyebrow arching like a spring willow, Daphne said, "If you’re talking about wishes, I indeed have one."

Legend had it that dwarves were masters of charm.

It seemed that it wasn’t just a myth.

Without resorting to any magic, Daphne had already stirred Gaven, making him itch with desire.

Not only was her attire filled with enticing appeal, but her gaze also radiated with allure.

Dwarves elves were also part of the elf lineage and possessed an extraordinary beauty distinct from the others. Their skin wasn’t pure black but had a chocolate hue with a gentle oily sheen, smooth and satin-like.

However, what really kindled a fire in Gaven was another rumor about dwarves elves: that their species was notoriously liberal and disorderly when it came to sexual relations, and their unreserved gatherings were quite infamous.

The last time he had resisted Daphne’s temptations, they were enemies.

His will was as strong as iron.

But now, she was a prisoner at his mercy, which changed the nature of their relationship.

"Let’s hear it," said Gaven, seemingly unaware his voice had taken on a different tone.

Negative energy was converging toward him.

Negative energy could amplify one’s negative emotions, including the desires buried deep within.

On Daphne’s beautiful face flushed a perfectly shy expression as she said, "I’d like to verify whether this body, transformed by such means, possesses all functions, including those of a sexual nature. I hope for Lord’s assistance in this matter."

"That..." Gaven was still internally struggling.

"This body is clean, untouched by anyone," Daphne’s lingering words cut through Gaven’s defenses.

A figure towering over Daphne loomed closer, whispering in a low voice, "As you wish, I’ll satisfy your desire today."

Boom!

The stone cellar door closed with a thunderous sound.

Enchanting music began to play, but it was not a love song; it was more of a seductive whisper.

For a moment, the black fog gathered even thicker, obscuring the two figures, leaving only the sounds of their breaths echoing amidst the wondrous atmospheres.

Who was fulfilling whose wish was not entirely clear.

Both had an experience like never before.

Daphne felt an unparalleled satisfaction in her life.

At first, she only wanted to use this method to further bind Gaven to her.

Confident that after tasting her skills,

he would never be able to leave her for the rest of his life, even if she wasn’t declared queen, at least she would have a place by his side.

But she soon realized that this man’s prowess was formidable in every aspect, including the very one she was most proud of.

Upon engagement, she crumbled, and in the end, she found herself hopelessly addicted to the wonderful sensation.

As for Gaven, the phrase that came to mind was ’a pleasure of both ice and fire.’

The body, formed from negative energy, made Daphne’s temperature two degrees cooler than the average person,

yet inside, it burned like a fierce flame.

Most importantly, while her body was pure, her thoughts were anything but.

Far more unrestrained than any woman he currently had.

The moment he touched her, it was a home run.

The kind that had all bases loaded.

To him, Daphne was no more than a beautiful toy, devoid of any sentiments of cherishing beauty and delicate emotions, allowing him to indulge and enjoy freely.

Particularly in an environment dense with negative energy, where negative feelings were intensified, the flames of desire became uncontrollable, and techniques and ways only seen in adult films were fervently explored.

By the time he emerged from the Spirit Gathering Cellar, Gaven felt thoroughly invigorated, prompting a wistful thought: a person’s spirit shouldn’t be held too tense, for occasionally loosening it up could be a fine choice.

It seemed necessary for Daphne to construct an additional Spirit Gathering Room to be used as his personal retreat for leisure.

The previous indirect intimate encounter with the Goddess of Strategy served as a wake-up call for Gaven, prompting some self-reflection.

This wasn’t the first time he’d lost control in matters of the opposite sex.

The previous incident involved Sha’no, and this time, with Zalanda.

Ever since the first loss of control, his needs in this aspect had increased at an alarming rate.

At first, he had simply thought it was due to physical maturity and development, although his mind and soul were those of a mature adult, his body was undeniably that of a half-grown boy and an extremely normal and healthy one at that.

Having such needs was nothing out of the ordinary.

But Gaven slowly realized that in this life, these aspects seemed to be excessively vibrant, especially concerning the darker parts of himself, and he could not ignore this problem any longer.

After all, seduction is a common tactic used by many monsters, especially by Succubi and Incubi, who use it as a weapon, and many assassins also use it as a means to approach their targets.

If he were not careful, his entire lifetime of good reputation would be ruined.

After much research, Gaven concluded that there were three reasons.

The rapid physical development mentioned above was one of them, especially with the massive infusions of life force from the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, his body’s vitality and energy were far beyond that of any normal person, even the physically strongest Barbarian of his level would have to concede.

When the body reaches its peak, instincts for continuation of life and legacy become a priority, which in turn can affect one’s rationality—in other words, the lower half affects the upper half.

The second reason also related to the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, but this time it wasn’t just the physical aspect, it was the issue of the soul—Soul Dragon Transformation.

Giant Dragons, apart from their legendary greed, are also well-known for their libidinous characteristics.

The numerous Dragon Beasts, Dragonborn, and Dragon Vein Creatures scattered across the corners of the Toril Plane are the best proof of this.

It is said that the bloodline powers of most Magicians can be traced back to Giant Dragons, especially the Colored Dragons.

In comparison, Metal Dragons are somewhat more subtle—at least they don’t force themselves on others by might, valuing feelings to some degree, but they too are indifferent to breeding, with mixed offspring spread across many races.

Some of the Giant Dragon traits were slowly and irreversibly merging into his nature, with carnal desire being just one aspect, while another was the well-known greed of the dragons, which he certainly had an inclination for hoarding, but never to this current extreme degree.

The third reason stemmed from the Weizemay Manor, whose ability to amplify Negative Energy and negative emotions was also well known.

Gaven’s close connection to Weizemay Manor meant it was impossible to avoid it entirely.

But he couldn’t cut ties with Weizemay Manor and forsake such abilities.

While he had always tried to avoid dancing with evil forces, he ultimately couldn’t entirely abstain, and he repeatedly toed the line in dangerous areas.

In the end, it all came back to the same few reasons.

The convenience provided by Weizemay Manor was evident to all, especially with the unique transportation method activated, and it would become increasingly necessary. Giving it up completely would prove very difficult.

Most of all, Gaven had succumbed to the common pitfall of all those who attempted—it was the belief that he could control everything through his will and capabilities, that everything was under his command.

The reasons had been identified, but the only effective solution he could think of was to castrate himself.

Physical castration was out of the question.

But temporary castration was possible, as just now after indulging to the extreme, he would have at least half a day of absolute sage-like clarity and several days of semi-sage-like state, free from irrational urges.

An appropriate release within an absolutely safe and controlled environment was essential for better self-control.

Daphne thought the entire affair was under her control and guidance, but in reality, she was just a juicy morsel that presented itself on a platter.

...

When the grapes in the Weizemay Vineyard were truly ripe and ready to be picked in large quantities.

Gaven suddenly discovered that here, he seemed superfluous, the kind whose presence or absence made no difference, and he was considered an inconvenience everywhere he went.

For pest control, there were flocks of birds constantly hovering in the sky.

In picking, the Demi-Humans, Pikespirits, Gnomes, Tesser Immigrants, and mercenaries all joined forces, creating a sea of people. His presence would be just one more, and with no special abilities to contribute significantly to this task.

Transportation-wise, the Enlightened Trees were the undisputed strong labor, one of them worth ten of himself.

As for winemaking, Estelle had more expertise than him in conventional wine-making techniques.

With the Ghost Grape Wine crafting process, Daphne had done more research and had established a strict routine.

When it came to stepping on grapes, that was the domain of the young girls, especially the Half-Elf girls—if a grown man like him tried to join, he would be promptly kicked out.

In terms of security, there were packs of wild wolves on the outer perimeters and groups of Razorback Boars wandering within the inner areas.

"Do you feel like you are useless, with no place to apply your skills here?" Nola swung by on her new mount, plopping down beside Gaven with a swagger.

"I do feel that way," Gaven couldn’t help but nod in agreement, "What about you? Do you feel the same?"

"I’ve always felt it," Nola laughed heartily, "Give me an axe to chop people down, and I’m second to none, but ask me to hold a hoe and till the ground, and you might as well kill me.

People shouldn’t be too greedy!

Thinking they can be good at everything!

If you think, without your efforts, there would be no Flying Fowl Gang to get rid of insects.

If there was no enlightenment from you, these Treants would not be working here.

If you hadn’t defeated the enemies, this vineyard would not have this scene.

Just remember, all that you see here is what you built, and you won’t feel worthless anymore.

How’s that? Feeling better?"

Gaven burst out laughing, "Indeed, I feel much better. Wild girl, when did you become so good at comforting people?"

Nola said proudly, "That’s what Captain Zalanda once told me to comfort me, I’ve simply applied her words to you."

"If it’s not your original thought, what’s there to be proud of?"

"Being able to adapt and apply is also a skill."

"Out with it, what’s up? Don’t tell me you came here just to comfort me."

"What if I did?"

"Well, that’s fine, of course, but if there’s nothing else, I should be on my way, I still haven’t used my Enlightenment today," Gaven feigned a gesture to leave.

"Wait! Wait a minute!" Nola called out hastily, "Today is the day the Hobgoblins head to Tesser, aren’t you going to see them off?"