Chapter 284: Cupid of Spreading Love

High above the skies, two figures floated between the clouds, drifting through the heavens like ghosts. They were Afreya and Boms, the sister and brother duo.

Afreya trembled slightly, a soft, pleasurable sigh escaping from her lips. The intertwined sadistic and masochistic souls within her were already itching for release. She longed to be tortured—and to torture others.

Boms' dull, dead-fish eyes narrowed lazily as he grinned foolishly. "Sis, sis… should we head to the Graham Empire first, or the Astheria Empire? Hehe."

Afreya licked her fingertip, her scarlet tongue shimmering seductively with moisture as she purred, "Why not split up, little brother? You take one, I take the other. Why fight over it?"

Boms pouted, his cheeks puffing up in dissatisfaction. "What if Sis's delicate, smooth skin gets scratched? What then?"

Afreya rolled her eyes, too bored to entertain his worries.

Sensing her annoyance, Boms quickly backtracked, his tone turning fawning: "Are you sure these two empires will be fun enough for us?"

Afreya narrowed her eyes slightly, licking the corner of her lips. "Fred and Mio… Those two pests make me so excited I could scream. Don't worry, we'll definitely have fun."

Her gaze sharpened as she added, her tone taking on a subtle intensity, "NORMAL, BUG, CHEAT, HACK… or even something beyond. I don't know which category they fall under, but it doesn't matter. To me, they're all the same."

Boms muttered under his breath, "You don't have to list them out one by one… I'm a genius, remember?"

Afreya chuckled, her tone dripping with seduction. "We didn't come here just to wander the empires, did we? This world is built upon the Tower and the Pyramid. Below is a bottomless hell; in the middle lies the vast human realm; and above the skies… there's nothing but emptiness."

She wrapped her arms around herself, a flush rising to her cheeks as her chest pressed together enticingly. "If I could, I'd want the whole world to torture me. I'd die of happiness."

Boms raised his fist, muscles tensing. "If anyone dares to hurt Sis, I'll crush them with one punch."

Afreya scoffed and shot him a disdainful look. "How boring."

But their true target wasn't limited to just two empires.

Deep within a distant forest, a legend whispered of a mystical lake that could grant any wish. Countless fools had been driven to madness chasing after that promise, desperately seeking to unravel its secret. And the key to unlocking it was—

Afreya's eyes flashed with excitement as she licked her lips. "I'll head to the Graham Empire first, little brother."

Boms shrugged, a sly smile creeping across his face. "Hehe… then I'll head to the Astheria Empire."

As the first light of dawn broke across the sky, their silhouettes floated weightlessly over the golden clouds, drifting apart as if gravity had no hold on them. Each was bound for a nation that would soon face annihilation.

Beneath the morning sun, the fate of the empires was already etched into a bloody and fiery epic.

Night descended like a shroud of ink over the Graham Empire. A pale full moon tore through the dark sky, and icy winds howled across the tallest spires of the empire, stirring layers of shadows. In the distance, faint candlelight flickered through the town's windows—weak and calm, resting in the arms of the night.

No one knew that a feast of destruction was about to begin.

Afreya stood silently atop the highest tower, moonlight reflecting off her flushed cheeks. Her gaze was both seductive and frenzied, like a predator intoxicated by the thrill of the hunt. One hand trailed lazily over her collarbone, while the other cradled her face in a dazed, blissful expression.

Her eyes gleamed with twisted delight as she admired the sight before her—the contrast between the intact empire beneath her feet and the ruin she was about to create.

She licked the corner of her mouth and shivered, drowning in the pleasure that the coming destruction promised to bring.

Slowly, she slipped her hand into her chest. Beneath her pale skin, a soft pink glow pulsed like a living heartbeat beneath her fingertips. Her fingers grazed over the searing vortex of energy as it emerged, drawing forth a bow of translucent pink light:

"[Cupid.]"

Once meant to convey love, the bow had been corrupted into the ultimate instrument of devastation.

Afreya raised the bow slowly. A pink arrow coalesced in the air, shimmering with distorted light, as if reality itself were trembling beneath its presence. The bowstring stretched taut beneath her fingertips, and the atmosphere warped under the tension.

"[Love's Share.]"

She whispered the words like a lover's confession—yet the response was one of annihilation.

HUMMMM——BOOM!!!!

Countless pink arrows burst forth like a storm, pouring down upon the sleeping empire. The sky ignited with pink light, consuming the night.

The arrows struck with deafening explosions, tearing through the castle walls, towers, and streets. Masterfully carved stonework crumbled like brittle paper beneath the force of the impact. Bricks and debris exploded outward, shattering through the air as dust clouds surged through the streets.

The first to die were those still lost in slumber. The pink glow seeped through the roofs, into bedrooms, and pierced through the sleeping bodies like paper. Flesh exploded into bursts of crimson mist; blood and viscera splattered across the walls, the floors, and the bedsheets. They didn't even have time to scream before their lives were extinguished.

The survivors fared even worse.

Those lucky enough to escape the initial rain of arrows woke to find the corpses of their loved ones lying beside them, drenched in fresh blood. The air was thick with the coppery scent of death. Screams erupted as survivors clutched at their heads, fingernails digging into their scalps. The pink glow from the arrows wormed its way into their nerves, burning through their minds like white-hot thorns.

Their pupils widened, and their mouths twitched with incomprehensible whispers. Their thoughts fractured, their rationality reduced to ash. The "love" Afreya shared was not a blessing—but a curse.

"Ah… ahhh… what… what a beautiful… love…"

A young girl knelt in the middle of the street, tears and blood mixing as they dripped down her cheeks. Her pupils glowed pink, her mouth twisting into a sick, blissful smile. She laughed as her nails tore through the flesh of her arms, her blood spilling freely onto the stone street.

Afreya laughed as more arrows rained down, her body trembling with pleasure. Her pupils were wide, glassy with intoxication, as her lips curled into a euphoric smile.

"Ahhh… ahhhhhh… this is LOVE!!!"

Her moans echoed through the night as her arrows continued to rain down. The empire was reduced to a pink-tinged hellscape—grotesque and surreal, a twisted celebration of destruction.

BOOM——!!

The center of the imperial square collapsed in a massive explosion. Hundreds were swallowed by the blast, their bodies torn apart by the shockwave. The ground fractured and split, scattering debris and dismembered limbs in every direction. The streets were submerged in pools of crimson, the blood of countless victims mingling together.

Afreya tilted her head back, arms outstretched, and shivered in pure ecstasy as the blood-soaked winds caressed her skin.

Her laughter mixed with moans of pleasure as she gazed upon her masterpiece—a symphony of love and death. She inhaled the scent of blood and ash, sighing contentedly:

"Ahhh… so beautiful…"