Chapter 311: Cassandra’s Multiplier Breaks Reality

Damian continued flying at full speed, but his frown only deepened.

Cassandra had become far stronger than before. Not just stronger, ridiculously stronger.

"System," Damian muttered while glancing behind him. "Show me Cassandra’s current status."

The familiar panel immediately appeared before his eyes.

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[Name: Cassandra Valeria]

[Cultivation Realm: Peak Nascent Soul Realm]

[Qi: Blood Demon Qi]

[Spiritual Root: King Grade Blood Demon Spiritual Root]

[Physique: King Grade Blood Demon Physique]

[Bloodline: King Grade Blood Demon Bloodline]

[Comprehension: Peerless]

[Talent: King Grade Demonic Sword Cultivator]

[Multiplier: 500× → 1000×]

[Favorability: 100]

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Damian nearly crashed straight into the side of a mountain. "Fuck! Holy shit!"

He stared at the panel again just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, because what he was seeing was simply too unbelievable.

Not only had Cassandra reached the same cultivation realm as him, but her Talent, Physique, Bloodline, and Spiritual Root had all reached King Grade as well.

More importantly, every single one of them had become some fucking demonic version.

The most shocking part, however, was her multiplier. It had directly risen to fucking 500x, the highest multiplier Damian had ever personally seen aside from Selvara’s.

Now Cassandra had reached that same level, and because her affection had already reached the maximum, it directly doubled again into 1000x.

Damian was now fucking delighted by what he had seen, and that moment of excitement made him falter for just a brief second, allowing Cassandra to catch up with him.

But when she saw her data again, his expression immediately changed.

Damian spun around and shouted, "Cassandra, why the hell are you trying to cut me?!"

Cassandra’s grin became even more deranged. "Didn’t I already tell you? I just want to drink your blood."

Damian’s face twisted. "What kind of fucking answer is that?!"

Cassandra laughed. "Don’t worry, Damian. I love you very much, so I’m definitely not going to kill you..."

Her grin widened. "At worst, I’ll only leave you in a near-death state."

Damian stared at her in horror as he finally realized just what kind of woman Cassandra had become.

"Holy shit... this woman isn’t just a demonic cultivator anymore. She’s a fucking sick yandere psycho!"

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Damian continued flying, his expression growing more and more troubled.

He genuinely had no fucking idea how to deal with Cassandra anymore.

Fighting her seriously was out of the question. He didn’t want to hurt her, and judging by her current strength, even if he did fight seriously, it would probably turn into a massive disaster.

Running clearly wasn’t working either. At this point, Damian was basically fleeing while Cassandra chased after him like a bloodthirsty ghost.

Suddenly, Damian’s eyes widened and he slapped his own forehead. "Damn, how stupid am I?"

Before Cassandra appeared, he had basically spent the entire night at the courtesan house, which meant another day had already passed and his daily gifting chance had refreshed.

Even his origin of life had counted as a gift before, so there was absolutely no fucking reason his blood wouldn’t count too.

Damian suddenly stopped in midair, causing Cassandra to nearly fly straight into him.

The sudden action made her raise an eyebrow. "Oh? What happened, my dear Damian?"

Damian turned toward her and sighed deeply. "Fine, Cassandra. You can drink my blood."

Cassandra’s grin widened. "Oh, you really are a good boy, Damian."

Damian’s eyebrow twitched. "Don’t fucking call me that. And stop right where you are."

Cassandra paused, clearly surprised.

Damian didn’t let her speak and immediately raised one hand. "I have two conditions. First, you’re not allowed to cut me up. Just suck it."

He pointed toward her mouth. "I’ve already seen you grow those ridiculous nails, so don’t tell me you can’t grow fangs too."

A slow, delighted grin spread across Cassandra’s face as two slightly elongated crimson-white fangs appeared between her lips.

Damian stared at them. "Of fucking course you can."

Cassandra moved closer. "Okay, then what’s the second condition?"

Damian crossed his arms. "You can drink as much blood as you want, but you’re not allowed to ask me another question about the Sword Tomb, how I survived, or anything else from the past."

Cassandra stared at him silently.

Damian added, "Haven’t you ever heard of letting the past stay in the fucking past?"

For several seconds, Cassandra said nothing. Eventually, her expression softened. "Fine."

She looked directly at Damian. "I won’t ask about it anymore. You’re alive now, and that’s already enough for me... so I’ll forgive you."

Damian’s expression softened as well, and he finally relaxed, but that only lasted for a second.

Without any hesitation, Cassandra suddenly grabbed Damian by the collar and yanked him toward her. "Enough of that fucking talk. Pay me already. I’m hungry."

Damian’s softened expression instantly disappeared. "Can you at least pretend we’re having a good moment for once?!"

Cassandra stared at him without the slightest shame. "Absolutely not. I’m fucking hungry."

Damian sighed and tilted his head aside, exposing his neck. "Fine. Here. Just don’t fucking drain me dry."

Cassandra’s crimson-black eyes immediately locked onto Damian’s throat, a clear hunger appearing in them.

Before she could bite, however, she suddenly lowered her gaze toward his chest and...

RRRIP!

Damian froze.

Without the slightest hesitation, Cassandra had grabbed the front of his robes and ripped them wide open, exposing his bare upper body.

Damian stared down at his ruined clothes. "What the fuck?! Why the hell did you do that?"

Cassandra casually tossed the torn fabric aside. "Your clothes were getting in the way."

Damian’s face darkened. "That fucking thing was expensive, you know."

Cassandra didn’t even blink. "I don’t care. Besides, I know you’re loaded, Damian. Don’t fucking lie to me."

Before Damian could complain any further, Cassandra wrapped one arm firmly around his waist and pulled him tightly against her, pressing their bodies together without the slightest hesitation.

Damian stiffened as Cassandra’s grin widened right beside his face.

For possibly the first time in his entire life, he suddenly understood what it felt like to be on the other side.

"Fuck... so this is what it feels like when someone else is the fucking pervert?"

Worse, a very treacherous part of him wasn’t exactly complaining.