Noan, next time...

Noan frowned, once again checking the energy crystals in his backpack. Upon confirming enough for him to level up, he glanced at the notification again.

"The territory's location does not support this feature… could it be…" Noan murmured, recalling a rumor he had once heard back when he was still in school.

Of course, that memory belonged to the 'old Noan.'

At that time, there was a rumor that the system was not created by the Empire's scientists in collaboration with magic but by a certain God.

That God wanted to raise humanity like caged animals; thus, they could only use the system within specific areas.

If they left those areas, akin to leaving their cage, the system's support would no longer be available to them.

However, it was merely a rumor, quickly dismissed.

After all, while this world was vast, humanity had footprints everywhere.

Even when lords were sent to other worlds to train and fight, the system still supported them normally.

But what about the 'Singularity Point'?

Noan was the clearest example. Even though he had been sent to the 'Singularity Point,' he could still use every system feature, including the trading function.

However, he faced a major problem: he couldn't level up.

The reason was that the area where he had built his territory did not fall within the system's level-up support range.

Noan began to feel uneasy and immediately switched to the chat tag.

But when he opened the chat tag, he didn't see Lylia online. She hadn't moved to the lord's area yet, meaning she was still in the city.

Noan left her a message so she could see it whenever she logged in.

[Ding! The area you are in does not support this feature.]

Noan frowned, sensing something strange was happening.

"No way!" he muttered. "I was still able to use this feature last time. Why can't I use it now?"

Refusing to believe it, thinking the system might malfunction, he used another feature—the trade function.

Previously, he could open the 'trade' tag to browse in this location, but once again, Noan was met with despair.

In front of him was the same red notification panel with its familiar message.

[The area you are in does not support this feature.]

"What the hell?" Noan scowled, trying other features, but all efforts were futile.

"What the hell is going on?" He held his head, feeling a wave of despair. "Everything worked perfectly fine last time. Why is this happening now?"

"Surprised?"

"Who's there?!" Noan was startled as an unexpected voice echoed in the room.

He looked around, hoping to identify the owner of the voice.

But the door was tightly shut, and light illuminated every corner of the room, leaving no shadows.

The room had minimal furniture, so there were no hiding spots either.

The familiarity of the voice made him even more uneasy—it reminded him of that woman.

Yes, the woman who had commanded the Lickers to attack his territory.

But… with Vylyss and Urlgug guarding the perimeter, how could that woman have entered?

Noan was about to call out Vylyss's name, but before he could shout, something sharp pressed against his neck, sinking slightly into his skin.

"Well, well, well… my little boy… it's late. You shouldn't disturb others."

The voice spoke again, but this time, it was much closer. No, to be exact… it was right next to his ear.

A chilling sensation enveloped his entire body, warning him that he was in danger.

A seductive yet unsettling fragrance wafted into his nose.

At this moment, Noan realized the object pressing into his neck was a fingernail.

Isabell appeared behind him, her other hand wrapping around him from the back, resting against his chest.

Noan felt a surge of fear but forced himself to remain calm. He asked, "What do you want?"

"Hahaha… don't be so cold, little one," Isabell chuckled softly. "Answer my question first."

Noan swallowed hard, then said, "You've got the wrong person. I'm just an F-rank Lord, mistakenly sent here because of a system error."

"Hahaha… don't worry." Isabell spoke, the scent from her body gradually clouding his mind.

He clenched his thigh tightly with his hand, trying to use the pain to keep himself alert.

"Come on, relax a little." Isabell chuckled, her hand resting on his chest, slipping gently inside and caressing all over, making his body itch uncontrollably.

"You… what are you doing?"

"Hahaha…" Hearing Noan's question, Isabell laughed greedily: "Of course, I'm just checking what kind of man has caught my eye."

"You…"

"First question…" Isabell's voice rang again, cutting him off: "What kind of woman do you like?"

Noan: "..."

He felt as if Isabell had gone mad. He had thought she would ask about his secrets, like his innate talent or how he could possess Urlgug and Urlgan.

Or perhaps… she wanted to know exactly what he did to help Vylyss evolve.

But in the end, she asked a question that left him at a loss for words.

"This… I…" Noan stammered.

"What's wrong? Can't answer?" Isabell laughed cheerfully.

"It's not that I can't answer, it's just… I wasn't mentally prepared to answer such a question," Noan sighed.

"Then you can think about it, but I don't want to wait too long," Isabell said as she lightly pressed her fingernail against Noan's neck.

Her nail was sharper than a blade, effortlessly piercing through his skin.

From the wound, a fresh drop of blood trickled down, rolling along his neck before flowing downward.

Noan took a deep breath and hurriedly answered, "I don't ask for much, just someone beautiful and loyal to me."

"Loyal?" Isabell said, her voice carrying a hint of coldness.

"You misunderstood," Noan hurriedly explained. "By loyalty, I mean… someone who would never betray me."

"Ah!" Isabell nodded slightly, then laughed gleefully. "Hahahaha… you're such a fool. I was just teasing you a little."

"Ack!" Noan was startled as Isabell suddenly pulled him backward, causing him to fall onto the bed.

She grabbed his hands tightly, straddling his waist as she leaned down, looking at him.

Because of her hood, he couldn't see her entire face, only the lower half.

However, even that was enough for him to sense her beauty—which was no less dazzling than Vylyss's.

Her lips, painted in a deep purple hue, didn't make her look unattractive. On the contrary, they gave her an eerie yet strangely seductive charm.

The scent surrounding her grew even stronger, clouding his mind further.

Isabell leaned down, extending her moist tongue to gently lick the spot on his neck where her nail had pierced him.

She didn't stop there. Her tongue trailed downward, following the path of the blood that had trickled earlier as if savoring its taste.

When her tongue reached his collarbone, she softly kissed his chest, leaving behind a vivid purple lipstick mark, exuding an aura of ominous allure.

"I'll be back. Hopefully, by then, you'll surprise me even more."

"What?" Startled by her words, Noan tried to move, but a loud, heavy sound suddenly rang out.

BAM!

The door burst violently, and Vylyss stormed into the room, raising her hand.

Clink! Clink!

The scene from the afternoon replayed itself as countless chains shot out from the surrounding space, swiftly binding Isabell tightly.

She didn't resist. On the contrary, she smiled with exhilaration. "Remember my name… Isabell. We will meet again."

Then, she transformed into a wisp of purple smoke and vanished as if she had never been there.

Seeing this, Vylyss's face turned pale. She couldn't believe that despite her thorough patrols and even using magic to inspect the area, that wretched woman still managed to infiltrate this place.

"Master, don't worry, I will… Ack!" Vylyss started to say something but was suddenly grabbed by Noan, who threw her onto the bed.

"Master, you…" Before Vylyss could grasp what was happening, Noan pressed his lips against hers.

At this moment, Noan's reason had been completely clouded by desire. He indulged in the sweetness of Vylyss, wanting to do far more with her.

Of course, Vylyss didn't resist and willingly cooperated with him.

Soon, the sounds of passion echoed through the room.

Outside, perched on a tree branch not far from Noan's territory, Isabell sat with a mysterious smile. "What a shame, I didn't have enough time to play with you."

"Noan, next time, I'll play with you much more… so much more… Hahaha…"