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"You mean those poison gas bombs? What does that have to do with our trip to Piltover? And to be honest, we could defeat Nordara in a direct confrontation. The land covered by those bombs is so barren that no grass can grow. It would have been better not to use them at all."

106·Runeblade Legion

Riven has always harbored a strong aversion to alchemical bombs. Ultimately, the danger posed by this weapon is simply beyond Riven's tolerance.

Having grown up on an imperial farm, Riven understood the importance of land. Increases or decreases in food production often affected the lives of all the people in a region for a year or even longer. In this situation, while the alchemical bombs were incredibly destructive, their residual poison would render the area unsuitable for growing crops for a considerable period, and even the bird capital would deliberately avoid them, minimizing contact.

As a warrior, Riven prefers to achieve glory on the battlefield with her sword. In Riven's view, even if it is an enemy, if they die by the sword in a head-on battle, then no matter how much resentment they feel, at least the part of their soul that is a warrior can find peace.

And the alchemical bomb...

Riven vividly remembered the despair on the faces of the rebels as they lay dying after being infected by the gas. Wherever it passed, no one survived; even those who miraculously lived only prolonged their suffering. In the end, they could only watch helplessly as their skin festered, their hair and teeth broke and fell out, and even their bones and flesh gradually became deformed. Even before death truly arrived, this agonizing witnessing of themselves becoming unrecognizable would drive them to give up all hope of survival…

Even though these people were enemies of the Empire, Riven still felt intensely uncomfortable about them... She would rather kill them with her sword.

Sensing Riven's inner resistance, Amyst's face showed a hint of understanding, and she patiently advised, "Don't take the fate of those enemies of the Empire to heart. They are just enemies of the Empire. Even if they survived, the final result would be nothing more than being sent to the arena to become purges for people. In the end, they would all die. At least they can provide us with some valuable experimental data."

"As for why we should go to Piltover first..."

At this point, Amystan smacked her lips. She first glanced at the rose mark on the back of her hand, then casually looked away, saying with a nonchalant expression:

“Ionia is no easy opponent. According to the intelligence of the War Stonemasons, the land there possesses its own soul. In other words, if we don’t truly destroy that land, even if we kill many of our enemies there, we still cannot truly occupy it and make it part of the Empire. Therefore, alchemical weapons are essential. Only such weapons can directly harm the land itself, weakening or even killing the spirit of the land.”

"As for the most advanced place for alchemical weapons, it's naturally Zaun. Our partner is also from Zaun—the alchemical technology there is far more advanced than in Noxus. However, Zaun is in a bit of a peculiar situation lately; a new master has inexplicably appeared. His name is something like Fain? Under that guy's interference, both cities are in complete chaos. So let's go to Piltover first to check the situation before heading to Zaun."

Hearing Amyst's explanation, Riven scratched her head in confusion, but in the end she didn't say anything more. She just sighed and said with the rune greatsword on her back, "Alright then... I don't know much about this kind of thing, so I'll listen to you."

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the first time we’ve worked together. I know your personality.” Hearing Riven’s words, Amyst also chuckled, “I won’t use alchemy unless absolutely necessary. After all, Zaun knows more about this than we do. And Zaun is our future partner. Even from the perspective of future resource supply, I won’t go so far as to kill them and make enemies, letting other legions benefit for nothing.”

Upon hearing this, Riven nodded, then turned and left.

Noxus borders the Twin Cities directly, but because Amyst's army was originally headed for Ionia, it was two days later when they arrived in Piltover.

That is, the moment the warship docked, the relevant intelligence was delivered to Farn through Camille's channels.

When he saw the legion's name, Fan was slightly taken aback.

"The Runeblade Legion?" Upon seeing the name, Fane opened the envelope and glanced at the information inside. After finding Riven's name, Fane nodded in understanding, realizing why this legion had arrived in Piltover. He also understood why the legion was named the Runeblade Legion.

Granted the Black Stone Blade by Emperor Darkwell of Noxus, Riven's influence in Noxus may not rival that of veteran warriors like Darius, but she is undoubtedly a star fighter. Especially considering Riven is an orphan who lost both parents, she has become a symbol, a flag. She makes all women in Noxus and beyond realize that in Noxus, even without family background or parental support, even as a woman, as long as you have ability, you can still be admired by thousands and achieve great success.

This is Riven's honor, and the honor of the entire Legion. While we don't know what this Legion was called before Riven joined, before she was granted the Runeblade, now that it has this name, at least in terms of recognition, it's enough to rival those established Legions, increasing its new recruits, its ability to generate new blood, and its overall strength.

Noticing the change in Faen's expression, Shuona, Zeli, and the others asked curiously, "What? Do you remember him?"

Although Fain rarely mentioned it, they all remembered that he was a 'prophet'. Even though, according to Fain, he only saw fragments of the past and future, there was no doubt that the very fact that he could see, and that he could be seen by, proved his extraordinary abilities, as well as the extraordinary nature of those he observed.

However, as newcomers, LeBlanc, Camille, and even Caitlyn were unaware of Fain's ability. Now, noticing the attention from Zerek and the others, they perked up slightly. Seeing this, Fain briefly described some things about Riven.

107. Temptation of LeBlanc

Inside the conference room, as Fain recounted Riven's story, not only Camille and the others, but even LeBlanc couldn't help but purse her lips. Although initially surprised by Riven's identity and the reputation of the Runeblade Legion...

But later, after hearing Fain casually recount Riven's past, the Noxian system, and Darkwill's many considerations... after a moment's hesitation, LeBlanc said, "Master, your understanding of Riven..."

“A prophet.” Noticing the hesitation in LeBlanc’s eyes, Zeli spoke up before Fane could even speak, “Fane is an extremely powerful prophet, capable of seeing many fragments of the past and future. Including when he met me, he called out my name the moment he saw me, and he knows many things that we don’t know. Of course, ‘extremely powerful’ is just my opinion; Fane always says that his precognitive abilities are limited.”

LeBlanc's suspicions were confirmed, and her gaze towards Fain held a newfound surprise. Fain shook his head, saying, "The past and future I can see are but a tiny fraction of the total amount of information in the world. To say it's a drop in the ocean is an exaggeration. Moreover, much of it comes from other timelines. Rather than being powerful, it's more like a half-baked understanding."

“A half-baked amateur couldn’t do it as effortlessly as you do.” Hearing this, even someone as shrewd as LeBlanc couldn’t help but shake her head slightly as she listened to Fain’s matter-of-fact discussion.

As a member of Faen's family, LeBlanc didn't intend to hide her inner thoughts—after all, for Faen, understanding her thoughts was just a matter of a thought, so she might as well just say it directly.

Thinking it over, LeBlanc said, "Actually, I've been wondering more than once why my master recognized me the moment he saw me and understood my fighting style. Now it seems that my master must have known of my existence beforehand through observation of the past and future, right? And about the birth of Noxus, and the Ascended beings my original body encountered at the end of the ancient Shurima Empire..."

Now "held hostage" by Fain in Zaun, Caitlyn didn't have much intention of escaping, but she didn't know much about Fain or those around him. For example, LeBlanc—not only Caitlyn, but even Zeli and the others didn't know much about her. Although what LeBlanc was talking about was things that Fain and LeBlanc already knew, now, when LeBlanc spoke of many things about herself, or rather, about her true form, Zeli and the others were also very curious.

"The original body? The ancient Shurima era?"

“That’s a different matter.” Shaking his head at Zeli and the others beside him, Fain said, “We can talk about LeBlanc’s identity in private.”

As he said this, Faen turned his gaze to LeBlanc and said frankly and honestly, "Although you are indeed quite beautiful, you don't think that I decided to take you in as my familiar because I coveted your body, do you?"

"Huh? Isn't that right?" LeBlanc said, slightly surprised, but there was no surprise on her face. Instead, she winked at Fain gently, as if to say that it didn't really matter.

Although she already knew LeBlanc's personality, Zeli still pouted unhappily at LeBlanc's blatant flirting with Fain. LeBlanc, however, didn't seem alarmed; instead, she winked and smiled at Zeli. Zeli was quite puzzled by LeBlanc's smile but didn't interpret it as provocation. After playing around, a thoughtful expression appeared on LeBlanc's face, and she said:

"If that's the case, then Master must have decided to take me in because of the real memories in my mind, right?"

“Yes,” Farn nodded. “The ancient Shurima Empire was the beginning of everything in this era. Even if only a part of your memories are true, it can greatly enrich the fragments of the future I have glimpsed and improve my prophetic vision.” — In reality, it is about supplementing the logical chains between many events.

After saying this, he paused, then added, looking at LeBlanc seriously, "I know your heart is filled with hatred for the original body, but for beings in the spiritual realm, you existed the moment you gained self-awareness. So-called death is just a safety device that your original body sets up for itself. Similarly, you contain part of the original body's reality and part of its essence. Therefore, as an illusion, you will only regard everything as real before you discover your own falsehood."

“I will not let down those who believe in me.” Looking at LeBlanc, Farn said calmly, “You may find it ridiculous that I, who have coerced you through a contract, would say such a thing, but if you really want freedom, I will not restrict you with a contract. Similarly, I would be happy to help you become the real you.”

Upon hearing this, LeBlanc raised an eyebrow slightly, then asked, "Let me become your true form?"

“It’s like a cuckoo taking over someone else’s nest,” Farn said. “Your true form used its essence to create a convincing illusion. This essence should have returned to her after the safety mechanism activated, but it has been forcibly anchored and intercepted by the Seal of Pleasure. If the Runeblade Legion is the Black Rose’s army, then their arrival in Twin Cities, aside from their stated purposes and demands, is probably also to ascertain what happened to the essence they lost—which is you now.”

“Although your true essence is perhaps less than one percent... no, even less than one-thousandth of your original essence, once it consumes the essence within your original body, the order in which it was created becomes less important,” Farn said calmly. “The individual who masters all the essence is the true original body…”

Upon hearing Fain's words, LeBlanc's eyes flickered, and she chuckled softly, saying with deep affection, "Master, it's too early for you to talk to me about these things now... Rather than worrying about the future, I'd rather think about how to better serve you."

When Fain saw that LeBlanc did not give a direct answer, he was not in a hurry. For this kind of ancient witch who had lived for thousands of years, it was unrealistic to expect her to truly submit to him with just a few words, even if it was just an illusion of freedom.

However, Farn wasn't in a hurry, since it wasn't himself who needed the essence to become the true form.

They then briefly discussed the arrival of the Noxians, and decided to wait and see how things unfolded.

Shortly after the crowd dispersed, the Noxian began his public speech.

108. LeBlanc's Dedication

Before the public speech by the Runeblade Legion.

LeBlanc is a very proactive person.

After the meeting regarding the arrival of the Runeblade Legion concluded, LeBlanc returned to her room, pondered briefly, and then quietly went to Fain's room alone.

Fain wasn't surprised by LeBlanc's arrival. Sitting at one side of the table, he clearly had already anticipated her choice. After all, although LeBlanc had remained completely calm throughout the meeting room, even pausing briefly when she heard she could become the original form, Fain could clearly see her thoughts surging violently in that instant within his mental realm.

When she met Fain's gaze, LeBlanc fell into a brief silence.

Unlike before, when LeBlanc seemed to be subtly seducing Fain in the meeting room, now, in private, looking at Fain, LeBlanc appeared remarkably calm and composed.

But after meeting Fain's gaze, LeBlanc quickly looked away.

As a sensible and intelligent person, LeBlanc was well aware of her own value—for Fane, her most valuable possession was undoubtedly her memories and thought processes similar to her original self.

Even if the similarity in logic isn't absolute because some memories are fabricated, it can still be used as a reference as long as it exists. Moreover, what's more, this is a realistic illusion created by LeBlanc herself, containing a portion of LeBlanc's essence?

It may sound important, but for Farn, it still only provides some reference, some additional options, and allows him to know some things that were not predicted in the prophecy.

This might sound like it would allow LeBlanc to hold out for a higher price. But in reality, LeBlanc knew she wasn't unique to Fane. It was obvious to anyone that the true form had created many similar illusions. Just like the anger and despair she felt now, LeBlanc was certain that if she tried to raise the price, Fane wouldn't let this opportunity to make an example of her slip away, simply ending her existence and preserving this image to reveal when the next illusion appeared…

Aside from that, Fain maintained LeBlanc's existence and, as Fain said, was able to offer the illusion the opportunity to become legitimate... This alone makes all the benefits LeBlanc could bring to Fain pale in comparison.

After all, for beings like LeBlanc, the number of immortals they know of may not be large, but it's certainly not small either. Especially for the Prophet, finding immortals specifically to provide advice and more detailed information wouldn't be difficult.

LeBlanc was able to climb up to Fain's high branch because Fain was still young in the spiritual realm—LeBlanc had more or less realized why Fain wanted Zaun to become better.

This is not simply because Fine is a compassionate and kind person, but because this collective sentiment is highly beneficial to him. And judging from the trajectory of this sentiment, Fine's initial accumulation of wealth has been successful. In Piltover's words, he's just one step away from going public.

Since you have the opportunity to join such a team...

After a brief silence, LeBlanc took a deep breath, then looked directly into Fain's eyes and walked step by step toward him.

"Actually, Master already knew all along that I had no choice, or rather, I only had one choice, and I have already made that choice... right?"

As she said this, LeBlanc gently knelt down, looking up at Fane without any hesitation, expressing her choice and showing her submission through words and actions.

"After all, to my master, I am not indispensable or unique; my value is limited, and even my existence requires my master's maintenance. What my master can offer me, besides revenge, is the opportunity to become the true LeBlanc..."

As she spoke, LeBlanc swallowed hard, then, under Fain's watchful gaze, gently bit down on the zipper with her teeth and pulled it open. With LeBlanc's movement, the baguette, which had expanded at an astonishing speed, slapped directly onto LeBlanc's face with a burst of hot air.

The hot baguette pressed against her smooth face, and the strong masculine scent entered her mind through her nostrils. Through the touch of her face, LeBlanc could clearly feel the astonishing vitality being channeled through the gnarled and twisted veins, like the roots of an old tree.

At the same time, LeBlanc could clearly feel the mark of pleasure on her abdomen begin to activate. The eerie lines on her lower abdomen writhed and heated up. Before LeBlanc could react, her uterus began to send out signals of desire. Even her tight vaginal canal began to writhe and secrete nectar, as if hundreds of wet, worm-like insects were crawling and twisting back and forth, making her feel hot and itchy.

However, having inherited LeBlanc's memories and way of thinking, even with these physical reactions, LeBlanc maintained a calm and clear expression. But this clarity in her eyes couldn't truly conceal the changes in LeBlanc's body; on the contrary, within this calmness, her body's reactions grew increasingly intense. Because her existence was supported by the Pleasure Mark, the degree of influence she received was also increasing later.

If Zeli was already "marinated" but her body still retained its own style, such as sudden tightening and violent contractions accompanied by magical energy, then LeBlanc, under the effect of the mark, had completely transformed into the shape of Fain. Sure enough, before it even began, LeBlanc already felt her full breasts swell, and her entire body wasn't even focused on her own pleasure, but rather she longed to immediately pounce on Fain and let him play with and abuse her, to bring him pleasure.

Feeling the intense urge within her that even ignored LeBlanc's self-awareness and feelings, a rather helpless self-deprecating smile appeared on LeBlanc's lips.

"My original self remained a virgin for thousands of years, but I never imagined that my clone would so quickly degenerate into a lowly lustful slave after discovering that it was an imposter..."

As she spoke, LeBlanc continued to kiss the baguette, leaving light purple kiss marks on the steaming baguette.

"I really wish my original self could also feel this humiliation."

109. The Wonderful Uses of Illusion Magic

As LeBlanc began to persuade Little Head Dad with her words, Fain leaned back comfortably in his chair and began to enjoy himself.

It was noticeable that LeBlanc's movements were somewhat awkward, but fortunately, thanks to thousands of years of accumulated memories, even if some of them were fabricated, she was still able to quickly grasp the key points through the feedback from Fain's movements.

While enjoying himself, Fain casually remarked, "Although I already knew your thoughts and choices, I didn't expect you to start implementing them so quickly. Is it because you're physically impatient?"

"Partly, I suppose." Hearing Fain's question, LeBlanc, who had a baguette in her mouth, paused for a moment, then spat out the enormous object that had been stretching her throat, gave it a couple of quick kisses, and then used her soft little tongue to slowly lick and suck a ping-pong ball down her throat, saying unhurriedly:

"The reason my spirit, essence, and body can continue to maintain their current form is because of the Mark of Pleasure. Similarly, this also means that my spirit, essence, and body have been permeated by the Mark of Pleasure. Although I can still barely maintain clarity of mind, the degeneration of body and essence is inevitable. Of course, I do not dislike this feeling, after all, it makes me more at ease to use your power to complete my revenge."

"And what I need to do is strengthen our connection as much as possible, so that you'll be willing to allocate some resources to me..."

As she said this, LeBlanc spat out the ping-pong ball and instead slapped her cheek with her baguette, while looking at Fain with her eyes, which were now filled with the corrupting influence of the Mark of Pleasure.

"As long as you're willing to help me take revenge, then regardless of whether I ultimately become the so-called original body, I'm willing to obey all your will and commands. Yes, as you can sense, my palace is fully prepared. If you need, my daughter and I will soon be able to bring you even more pleasure..."

Listening to LeBlanc's words and feeling the tenderness in her eyes, even though this infatuation was a product of the Mark of Pleasure and his own strong desire for revenge, a smile still appeared on Fain's lips. He then patted LeBlanc's cheek with the base of his baguette.

Although she didn't speak, LeBlanc quickly understood what Fane meant. She then turned around, lowered her upper body, and raised her full buttocks high, swaying them gently as her honey dripped down.

"Is Master trying to test the waters for our daughter's future?"

Just as Fain stepped forward to strike at the heart of the enemy's lair, the door opened, and Jinx walked in, looking displeased.

Jinx saw Fain sitting upright on the other side of the table, with LeBlanc seated beside him. Watching the two conversing, a hint of surprise flickered in Jinx's eyes—though she didn't know them well, she was already somewhat aware of how open Fain was about his desires. Not only in front of her, but even with Caitlyn, Seraphine, and Janna present, he could still passionately kiss Zephyr without a care in the world, showering everyone with affection.

Although Zeli herself was unaware, or rather, unaware, Jinx was quite aware of how strong Fain's desires were—not that Jinx personally experienced it, but rather that whenever Fain and Zeli suddenly disappeared and then reappeared, Zeli would appear drunk and dazed, with a flushed face, smudged lipstick, and legs that would occasionally splay out to the sides as if afraid of the friction and pain.

And that rather obvious scent... Jinx knew more or less that she, like Seraphine, Caitlin, and the others, was a target, or rather, prey, that Fain was very interested in.

Jinx remained highly vigilant, but after spending time together, she gradually relaxed. She had discovered that Fain was incredibly greedy. He not only wanted to possess more beautiful women, but he even hoped that they would willingly spread their legs and beg him to humiliate them…

LOL, how could anyone be stupid enough to willingly go and be humiliated?

Jinx once thought so—and then she met LeBlanc.

I thought that even if LeBlanc hadn't gotten together with Fain, she'd at least be flirting and playing the seductress. But now it seems...

Looking at the two sitting upright, Jinx frowned slightly, wondering if she was overthinking things.

Standing to one side, he pressed LeBlanc's upper body and one leg onto the table, exposing her buttocks as wide as possible, fully revealing the shameful secret hidden within her fullness. He thrust in and out, pounding back and forth. While enjoying himself, seeing Jinx's suspicious expression, Fain reached out and patted the two full mounds in front of him twice.

His large hand landed on her full, soft flesh, creating ripples of flesh. Amidst the ripples, Fane said with a self-satisfied air, "Not bad, you can still maintain your illusion magic? Keep it up."

Upon hearing this, LeBlanc didn't speak, but simply leaned on the table and gently bit her teeth.

For illusion magic to appear real, it requires a significant concentration of mental energy. In the past, LeBlanc could create hundreds or even thousands of illusions of this scale with a wave of her hand. However, LeBlanc is currently experiencing the most intense mental fluctuations of her life.

As she was now, she had long been mentally prepared to pay a price for revenge. No matter how much flattery was involved, as long as it could get Fain to pour some extra resources into her, LeBlanc was determined to do it. But now, under the intense impact, as her genitals were pounded open with hundreds of sticky white and silver threads, LeBlanc's eyes involuntarily rolled upwards, revealing a crooked smile with drool dripping from the corners of her mouth.

Beyond the physical reaction, with each continuous pounding into her flesh, LeBlanc could feel her previously fragile sanity, which she had managed to maintain under the Mark of Pleasure, gradually crumbling, collapsing, and transforming. What had initially been merely words to enhance her allure to Fain had now stirred a powerful maternal instinct within her…

Meanwhile, Jinx, looking at Fahn who was also staring at her as if asking, "What's the matter?", simply replied, "News from Camille: the Runeblade Legion is holding a public performance—"

Before she could finish speaking, a surge of intense pleasure washed over her, and LeBlanc gripped the sides of the table tightly. As the torrent of pleasure gushed from her body, the illusion shattered.

110 - On the Eve of the Storm

In the midst of their passionate sprint, Fain felt LeBlanc beneath him tense up, her neck stiffening and trembling as she lay on the table. Then, accompanied by the sound of water gushing from the gap, Jinx cast an incredulous glance at him.

Feeling Jinx's gaze, Fain blinked, then looked at LeBlanc beneath him, who was panting heavily from exhaustion, before continuing to move.

"Oh, you've come at just the right time."

With an awkward but polite smile, Fain continued what he had just been doing while smiling at Jinx, who had seen the truth.