Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

'... a Sky Realm being and could even be in its peak stage.'

'Yes, Brother Ethan, that sounds accurate,' she agreed.

'He was in the Sky Realm stage a hundred years ago, so he might have grown stronger, but he is definitely not a Heaven Connection being.

If he were, he would have become an Adamantium rank adventurer by now,' Ethan mused in a thoughtful tone.

'You are right, Brother Ethan,' Virelle replied.

'Crossing that insurmountable gap to become a Heaven Connection being is no small feat.

In fact, it is so rare and legendary that whenever it happens almost every major and minor power gets the news of its happening.

If it were that easy to become a forbidden being then it wouldn't be so rare in this world.'

Virelle concurred as her voice was soft but certain as they walked deeper into the grand hall.

The Adventurer Guild was larger than Ethan expected.

Towering pillars supported the vaulted ceiling, from which intricate chandeliers cast a warm golden light.

The hall was bustling with activity as adventurers of various races milled about and their voices created a low hum that echoed off the high ceilings.

The air was thick with the scent of polished wood, and ink while the faint metallic tang of weapons in mock duels and hearty laughter of men and women could be heard from a distant place.

Soon they reached the long reception counter.

Contrary to Ethan's expectations, the receptionist before them was not a demon but a dark elf.

Far from the sharp, sinister image he had imagined, she exuded an elegant and composed aura.

Her smooth, dusky-ashen skin contrasted beautifully with her silvery hair and was tied into a luxurious princess braid that gleamed under the soft golden light.

Her features were impeccable as they perfectly embodied the rumored beauty of the elven races.

Gold and silver rings adorned her slender, pointed ears, and a pair of thin, gold-rimmed glasses rested gracefully on her delicate aquiline nose.

Her light purple-bluish eyes glowed faintly with a quiet allure.

For a brief moment, Ethan found himself captivated by her beauty and the poised maturity she exuded.

She perfectly embodied his image of an exotic beauty.

Behind her, the counter stretched across the vast hall and was staffed by women of various races.

Ethan spotted vampires, demons, dark elves, and even a human woman working at the opposite end.

The hall behind the counter was alive with a mosaic of colorful characters and towering figures.

Guttural laughter from demon mercenaries and hushed dealings of cloaked figures in the corner simultaneously happened while bursts of energy from young adventurers animated the space.

The dark elf adjusted her glasses and raised her head as she offered them a professional yet cool smile.

"Welcome to the Adventurer Guild. How may I help you?" she asked smoothly in a melodic yet businesslike voice.

Her eyes lingered on Ethan with a hint of intrigue and also something else.

Ethan nodded slightly as he felt the subtle weight of her gaze.

His instincts which were honed through countless battles and experiences detected a flicker of something beneath her calm demeanor.

He caught the faint shock in her eyes as they met his, though she quickly masked it.

His keen soul sense ensured he noticed what others might miss.

As he stepped closer, another detail caught his eye.

A black rose tattoo peeked from the exposed cleavage of her busty tits that seemed to be barely held by her tight and body-hugging receptionist uniform.

The dark petals contrasted with her ashen gray skin, and for a fleeting moment, Ethan felt an almost primal urge to kiss and caress that spot filled his mind.

It was a sudden and unexplainable impulse to mark that spot, to claim it that surged within him but he pushed it aside and kept his composure.

"We are here to register as adventurers," he said calmly, his voice carrying authority without arrogance.

The dark elf tilted her head slightly as if savoring the sound of his voice, though her professional mask remained.

Dark Elf's POV

I had been absorbed in my daily work and sorting through the day's quests and documentation when a shadow darkened my desk.

Looking up, I was stunned.

The man before me was the most handsome I had ever encountered in my full twenty-five years of life.

And I wasn't exaggerating.

I had met heirs of noble families, seen the renowned charmer Duke Vord himself, and even brushed shoulders with royal princes.

Yet, none of them had made my heart stir—not like this.

His features were a masterpiece as if the gods had sculpted him to perfection.

There was a calm and magnetic confidence in his charming red eyes that made even my long-dead stone-cold heart flutter in small bursts of excitement.

The faintest traces of dark circles beneath his eyes betrayed his affinity with the dark.

As I peered closer, I caught sight of the slender and small dark blood vessels threading beneath the skin near his eyes.

Yet, instead of diminishing his allure, they enhanced it—casting an irresistible shroud of mystery, like a dark prince straight out of a fairy tale..

He seemed to be in his early twenties while his features were a perfect mix of manly and gentle.

All in all, he neither seemed like a rugged battle-hardened warrior nor soft like a sheltered prince.

His shiny violet hair was styled elegantly yet its unruly nature that made it look casual made it even more appealing.

His dark garments highlighted his tall and well-built physique which was neither too muscular nor too skinny.

He was in every sense and word, a true treat for the eyes.

I cursed myself for the flicker of shock that escaped earlier from my eyes while a thought continuously revolved inside my brain.

How is it possible for such a perfect man to exist?

I forced my heart to become still from its frantic state and resumed my professional posture.