Chapter 25
Power and Denji were wiping each other down. They'd soaked long enough—it was time to get out.
Denji took a dry towel and carefully wrapped Power's long golden hair, gently blotting it dry.
With nothing better to do, he checked the special reward from the earlier "Affection Exploration."
Achievement Unlocked: [Blood's Homecoming]
Reward Obtained: "Royal Blood Handle · True Blood Devil Form"
"Royal Blood Handle · True Blood Devil Form" (Special Transformation Skill): Allows transformation into a unique Blood Devil form, granting peak-period Blood Devil power. (As time passes and your strength grows, you will gradually parse and fully unlock the complete "Blood Authority" from this form.)
The moment he received the ability, Denji's mind flashed through the Blood Devil's entire life like a movie reel.
So this… was Power's past life?
Well… damn.
Denji found it hard to rate.
Meanwhile, right in front of him, Power—who had just signed the contract—checked her own condition.
She felt her body had become a little lighter… and that was about it.
Soon enough, she tossed the whole thing out of her mind.
Wipe wipe, wipe wipe~
With the heavy burden finally lifted from her heart, Power was gradually returning to her usual self.
That's good—at least this time, she didn't immediately choose amnesia and escape.
Even she secretly felt relieved inside:
Good thing this great one didn't run away again… otherwise I'd never have experienced something this… unprecedented…
"Hey, Denji!"
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"How can you stay so calm when faced with someone as cute and stunning as this great one?!
And… and earlier, wasn't this great one's kissing technique amazing? You must've already been completely charmed by me—that's why you used that contract to monopolize this great one, right~
Ehehehe~"
The more Power spoke, the more confident she became—until the end, when she suddenly turned shy, her face lit up with an overly blissful, silly grin~
Denji's forehead darkened with veins. For a moment he didn't even know where to start roasting.
You call that profound kissing technique "rocket-launching your mouth straight at someone"?
And this insanely powerful contract—you only see the "possession" and "ownership" part?
Finally, Denji decided it was time to properly rein in Power's outrageous narcissism.
So he gave a certain place a disdainful glance, voice slow and casual—but laced with a strange undertone.
"I don't really feel anything toward 'kids'~"
The moment Denji spoke, Power had already looked over with eager anticipation.
But once she processed the words and followed his gaze downward—
In an instant, her pale little face turned bright red.
Crimson enough to bleed, steaming with rage!
Red temperature achieved.
"Y-you—what do you know?! A beautiful girl's business, that can't be called…
Ha—ah! Idiot! Pervert! Baka!!! This great one… y-you-you—
This great one isn't talking to you anymore! Hmph!"
Seeing Power's reaction, Denji just smiled secretly.
Dumbass Power is way too easy to handle—just this simple method instantly restores her energy.
After drying off, Denji draped a bathrobe over Power.
He threw on some boxers and walked straight out of the bathroom.
Opened the fridge, grabbed a can of soda, popped the tab, and took a long swig.
Power—still puffing her cheeks in anger—followed right behind him step for step.
Watching Denji drink, she edged closer, then stared intently.
From the corner of his eye, Denji glanced at Power on his left. With his free right hand he grabbed another can from the fridge and held it out.
Power kept staring at him—didn't take it.
After a moment, when the offered soda remained untouched,
Denji lowered the can from his lips. His left hand dropped naturally to chest level, fingers loosely curled around the chilled, half-drunk can.
He turned slightly to face her.
Then shook the can in his right hand—silently asking if she wanted it.
Their eyes met. Finally Power reached out.
But she didn't take the fresh one in his right hand—instead she snatched the half-drunk one from his left.
While grabbing it she made excuses:
"Such a waste—only took one sip and stopped. Only this great one truly understands thrift. The world should award this great one the title of Global Environmental Ambassador! As a reward, carve out a few continents and give them to this great one as territory…"
She rattled off a bunch of nonsense, only to realize Denji was still staring at her.
Being watched like that made it a little embarrassing to drink.
So Power decisively turned around—back to him—and chugged.
Gulp gulp gulp… belch—
Sounded like she downed the whole thing in one go. Seriously…
Why do these two always steal food? Both so territorial—send them all to me! So I can give them a proper education!
Denji mentally complained while preparing to open the remaining can.
Stare…
Suddenly he didn't feel like drinking anymore. Soda's best on the first sip—after that, finishing a whole can just feels… adequate.
He'd already had some. Drinking more… nah, not feeling it.
He put the can back in the fridge.
Then pressed his hand on Power's head and ruffled hard.
After finishing the stolen soda, Power seemed to have forgiven Denji's earlier "offensive" remark—no huffing this time. She just followed right behind him.
They walked to the living room. Glanced at the already sleeping Meowy.
Denji casually flicked off the living room light.
Power reached over and turned off the bathroom light.
The house plunged into darkness.
Denji glanced at Power.
"…"
They fumbled their way back to the bedroom in the dark.
Denji opened the door.
Power closed it.
Denji turned on the light.
Power turned it off.
"???"
This time Denji was genuinely confused. He looked at Power, face frozen in indecision.
A storm of mixed feelings churned inside him—until it finally condensed into one long sigh.
"Sigh~"
Power seemed to realize something was off. Face red, she poked her index fingers together sheepishly.
"I… got used to it."
Yeah, it was pretty automatic. Whatever—the darkness wasn't enough to bother him anyway.
Holding Power's hand, he walked to the bed.
Sat down. Pulled Power onto his lap.
"Come on—time for your first 'purification.' Consider it tonight's dinner."
After he finished speaking, they just stared at each other—big eyes meeting small eyes—for a long moment.
Just when Denji started wondering why Power wasn't moving—
She hesitated, then asked in a tiny voice:
"Um… what exactly is this 'essence'? This great one has never eaten it… how do I eat it?"
Silence…
So she really signed the contract without listening to a single important detail?!
Fine—Denji gave up on explaining. She wouldn't get it anyway. Better to just guide her.
He tilted his head back, exposing his neck.
"Come on. Drink my blood."
Yes—that's the key way the master strengthens the servant in this contract: Source Blood Conversion.
Blood acts as the medium, imprinting Denji's power stats and traits directly into Power's body.
"Ah?"
"Ah what? Just do it."
"Oh… okay."
Power slowly—very slowly, very gently—leaned in…
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