I stopped the car in what I believed was a good spot to set up camp for the night. At such a late hour, it was highly unlikely for us to meet up with other travelers. It was not impossible though. Ayuseya and Shanteya once told me that if needed be Nobles would travel at night, and the driver of their carriage would normally use Light Crystals or Light Spells in order to see where they were going. The numbers of their guards were also increased because this was the time when monsters were more active and bandits loved to attack.

Together with Shanteya, we went and visited all the tailors in Port Rico in order to see what Paramanium had to offer in terms of clothes for children and adults. We went with high hopes, but they were soon crushed both by the lack of products and the way the tailors treated us. It was becoming clear that the idea of human superiority was getting more popular, especially with the Paramanium Empire being led by a long-lasting human monarchy.

Our journey to Thorya Continent was one that was not met with any danger. Although I had no idea how to get to Port Rico, where I wanted to drop anchor, we managed to come across a Paramanium Empire Navy Galleon. The captain was kind enough to give us directions on how to reach it. Of course, he needed a little 'persuasion' first. Nanya took care of that... with her fists.

If I let Ayuseya do it, he would have been brutally killed by her.

The allocated week went by in a flash with me and my wives working on the clock to make sure we could save as many innocents as we could. There were many idiots who tried to lie, cheat, or blackmail their way into the safe zones, but they were all caught and killed without mercy. The true nature of these people was shown in this moment of crisis, and it wasn't a pretty one.

Using [Broadcasting], I transmitted the following message all across my Dungeon Territory, which had a radius of 50 Km around me:

“Listen to me, inhabitants of Pirate Island! I hereby claim this entire island as my possession. IF you wish to be spared and allowed safe passing off the island, then leave behind your slaves and children, alive, as tribute to me. The parents who do not wish to forsake their flesh and blood may stay as well, if they dare. You have one week to comply, but if you kill them, you'll only anger me.”

Upon our return from the world of the gods, I found my wives waiting patiently for me inside the cave. Ayuseya was sitting on the ground in seiza position, Nanya was making holes with her claws in the stone wall, Tamara was taking a catnap while being petted by Shanteya, and there were no signs of fresh battles, meaning no pirate dared to disturb this place while I was gone.

“Welcome back, Illsy. Did you receive any advice?” asked Ayuseya as she looked my way with a gentle look in her eyes and an aura of elegance floating around her.

Not long after I let my laser pierce through the skies, my beloved wives Shanteya and Nanya returned. They were walking calmly through the barely lit passageway while dragging behind them two unconscious guards.

“We're here, my love.” said Shanteya.

“Glad to see you two. What did you bring with you?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

About half an hour later, the hut's door was opened, and the rumored Pirate King stepped out. I was expecting a Black Beard type of fellow, with one wooden leg, an eye patch, a parrot on his shoulder, and a stuffy unwashed black beard. What I got instead was a 1.90 meters tall man with a big fat belly and without the distinctive eye patch of a feared pirate captain. He didn't have a beard, but he sported a twirled brown mustache instead, his hair was tied back in a ponytail, and the clothes he wore were fit more for a Renaissance period European noble rather than a scurvy pirate.

Several days later, we finally had the infamous Pirate Sea in our scope. It was the name of the region but also that of the island. The other name it carried was Pirate Island. Not very inspiring, but the authorities agreed with it, the pirates did as well, and no historian has come forth to offer an alternative name to this place.

The ship was floating steadily on the calm waters. And I had to say, but the pirates did a good job repairing it, especially when they were threatened by my wives. A glare from Nanya or Shanteya would have been enough to make them start moving in fear for their own live. As for me, I got the amazing First-Class Deluxe Option of sitting on my raft while it was being pulled by the huge vessel.

To our great joy, we finally encountered a vessel. It was a typical Paramanium Galleon with two black sails and a bulky black body. Fourteen cannons were lined up under the bridge in two rows and another four on top of the deck. There were signs of battle on it, with two holes in the bow of the ship and three in the stern, all on the starboard side from which we approached. The main mast was grazed as well, but it held tight.

“Nyaaa... Pet me more! Pet me more!” I said as I snuggled in Shanteya's lap.

Out of all of them, she knew best how loved to be petted. Well, she and Illsy... My mate was a genius in finding my weak spots, to the point where I was envious I couldn't do the same!

“You are awfully active, aren't you?” she asked with a soft smile on her lips.

“Munyaaa~ Not really... I just have nothing to do...” I replied while letting my tail sway as it wished.

This was the third day since we left the island... or rather we were thrown off, cast away, kicked aside like a Merion. So far, there were no ships in sight and our small craft was moving slowly just with the paddling power of Illsy and Nanya. I would have helped, but my current armor was the old one I asked Illsy to repair. It was working well, but it paled in comparison to the one he built for me. Even so, I still wished to use it for old times’ sake.

“Nyaaan~” Tamara let out a cute sound.

“Ah~! The ocean! So beautiful and filled with resources! So many things to explore within its depths and so many wonders to discover from ages long forgotten!”

These words flowed from my mouth like the lines from a well critiqued script of a drama play. The only things I have not done were the exaggerated body movements because of... reasons.

After my wives returned, they found me sitting down at the entrance of Melkuth’s Temple and petting Tamara. She was overflowing with cuteness and fluffiness!

Do I have a nekomini fetish? I wondered and got slightly frightened by the idea.

“Ah! There you are!” I lifted my hand up.

“We’re back, Illsy. Hm, is Tamara sleeping?” Nanya asked.

For a man, Heaven and Hell could easily be compared with the Love and Wrath of the woman or women he married.

Such was the case of a certain Dungeon Lord who stirred both of them in his wives. The anger coupled with the lust, love, and desire sent me on an upward spiral towards the ninth cloud. It was paved with kisses, moans, scratches, bites, and bone-breaking hugs offered in no peculiar order.

As soon as I returned to my Inner Mind, I quickly moved towards Zoreya. I was on borrowed time, and I had to heal her fast. Well, since she was here now, I could also take the liberty of curing and enhancing her body in any way I pleased. I did the same with everyone else, so why not with her as well? Besides, they all benefited from me fixing their Magic Energy Channels.

Opening my eyes, I saw the endless blue sky above me. Then I felt the dirt in my mouth and my whole body aching in pain. It was such a ‘lovely’ wake up call.

With a loud groan and some bones creaking, I managed to get back up on my feet.

This isn’t working... I thought as I felt the pain surging through my whole body.

An hour... a day... maybe a week or more... I had no idea how much time went by without me noticing.

It felt like I was in some sort of trance from which I could not escape on my own, or maybe I was once again experiencing that moment of stopped time I did when I fought against Dankyun. The difference was that now I wasn’t as aware of myself as I was back then.