[Note: Sorry for the irregularity in the Chapter release schedule—I had to take a short trip with my dad and just got home. Everything will be back to normal soon.]

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Ethan’s hips thrust with full force, his eyes narrowing for a brief moment as his fingers sank deep into Arwen’s plump ass cheeks, the supple flesh bulging obscenely between his fingertips with every brutal grip.

She trembled from head to toe, her fingernails scraping against the cold silver and gold of the altar as she clung to the sacred surface.

Her gasping, broken moans echoed off the cathedral’s high walls, mingling with the wet, fleshy slap of his hips meeting her ass.

"E-Ethan~" Arwen’s trembling, faltering voice died in her throat.

Ethan growled low, driving his cock into her tight pussy one last time.

He buried himself to the hilt with brutal force, his heavy balls slamming hard against her plump mons pubis, the impact sending shockwaves coursing through the soft, full flesh of her ass.

Both of them had long since lost track of time, and now they were at their absolute limits.

Arwen’s eyes widened for a brief moment, and in the next, she felt a thick, copious torrent of cum invade her womb.

Hot jet after hot jet pumped into her, flooding every corner of her uterus until there was no room left for anything more.

"Mghnn~~" She moaned, bringing one trembling hand to her belly, feeling it beneath her palm as the absurd amount of cum kept pouring into her without pause.

Her legs gave way and her knees buckled, but Ethan was there to catch her, a firm arm coiling around her slender waist before she could slip to the floor.

"Ah..." He sighed, his lips curving into a satisfied smile as he took a few steps back, still holding her pressed firmly against his body.

He let himself sink onto the golden throne behind him and leaned back against the soft padding, feeling the delightful weight of Arwen’s plump ass settle into his lap.

She let herself fall back as well, her head coming to rest against his broad chest, her pussy still sealed tight around the thick, fat cock that remained buried deep inside her.

Ethan’s arms slid under her delicate armpits, gliding upward until his hands reached her huge breasts.

He squeezed gently, kneading those heavy, full orbs in his palms.

His fingers could barely encompass a quarter of that vast expanse of soft, divine flesh, which overflowed between his knuckles like warm dough with every slow squeeze, her stiff pink nipples poking out between his fingers.

"Don’t forget that you promised me those bottles of wine as a wedding gift, fufufu~" Arwen let out a soft giggle, relaxing completely in Ethan’s arms.

"Hahaha... when we’re officially married, I’ll give you a thousand of them." He leaned forward, turning her face with one hand to make her look at him, sealing her full lips in a sweet, slow kiss.

Arwen said nothing, simply letting her lips part from his little by little, a thin thread of saliva connecting them for a brief moment before snapping.

She moved her fingers slightly, and the sacred book resting on the altar levitated into the air, floating gently into both their hands.

"You know I’m going to have to adapt a lot of things so that the teachings in this book align with the laws of Goldenveil, right?" Ethan remarked as Arwen opened the sacred book on her lap.

"It’s no problem; my goddesses aren’t that strict," Arwen replied, turning her head slightly as Ethan peered over her shoulder.

His eyes rested on the pure white pages.

The words were a bit strange, written in an ancient dialect, but he could read them without trouble.

His gaze scanned the first list of commandments at the very beginning of the sacred book of the three goddesses, which spanned just over 1,200 pages.

He flipped through about ten pages with Arwen, satisfied with everything he saw.

There wasn’t much crazy fundamentalism, and—at least in the first few pages—no ideology that could be used to justify genocide or persecution.

He’d need to read the entire book to be absolutely sure, of course, but that would have to wait.

"Hm..." Arwen sighed, and with a gentle sway of her hips, slid off Ethan’s lap.

His cock finally slipped free from the hot, slick grip of her pussy with a lewd, squelching sound, a thick rope of white cream trailing behind it.

She blushed as she felt the pearly liquid trickle in thick rivulets down her lush thighs, warm and viscous against her skin, her eyes flashing with a fiery gleam for a brief moment.

Her clothes were completely ruined, but a snap of her fingers was enough for a new dress to materialize over her body.

The cum dripping down her thighs evaporated into the air as the green fabric once again covered her generous curves.

"Much better," she said, looking at Ethan, who was rising from the throne while stretching.

He wanted to have a little more fun with her, but he still had a lot to do.

Above all, it was time to build his new palace and assemble a team to begin work on extracting mana cores.

It was time to secure yet another source of income to drain Ron’s money.

Ethan walked over to Arwen’s side, his hands resting on her wide hips as he pulled her in for another kiss.

"If you want some time to yourself, I’ll have to get something ready now. When I’m done, I’ll take you to be properly introduced to my other wives," Ethan said, giving her butt a light pat that sent a slow, heavy ripple through the plump cheek.

Arwen simply nodded, an elegant smile playing on her lips.

Although she’d spent the night at the mansion, she hadn’t encountered any of Ethan’s wives, focusing solely on recovering.

Naturally, she was anxious for the meeting.

Shortly after that conversation, Arwen wiped up the cum splattered on the floor, placed the sacred book back on the altar, and prepared to try to contact the three goddesses.

Her cheeks were flushed as she imagined how they would react to what had just happened there, in that sacred cathedral, but she would have to endure it.

Ethan left shortly afterward, his gaze falling on what remained of his wealth.

Whenever he built something new, the system drew the funds directly from Goldenveil’s vaults.

Now, after all his recent expenses, he had little more than two hundred thousand gold coins left.

He scratched his chin thoughtfully as he stepped out of the cathedral’s main building.

His eyes immediately fell on the two paladins guarding the doors.

All of them had been high-ranking officers in the ancient Order of the Golden Wings, sixth-stage warriors, each capable of subduing a nation like the Kingdom of Burning Ice without much effort.

Their power had fallen to the third stage, but their thousands of years of experience remained intact.

They were visibly sweaty, their cheeks flushed a deep red.

Pearly drops of sweat trickled down their delicate chins and fell onto their ample breasts, sliding into the deep valley of their cleavage before disappearing beneath the metal of their armor, which sank obscenely into their pale, soft skin.

Ethan kept walking, letting out a sigh.

They could hear everything, right?

The cathedral had magical sound-suppression arrays, but he was almost certain they weren’t active.

Fortunately, only the paladins were in that area, and judging by their flushed expressions, it seemed they had all heard everything.

It was natural that they were flushed. These were women who had dedicated their entire lives to the goddesses, keeping their purity and chastity, never having known the touch of a man.

In the end, he just shook his head, wondering whether he should make them his concubines or not.

He would essentially earn hundreds of gacha tickets by taking each of their virginity, on top of hundreds of monthly prestige points.

Having a private harem of over two hundred hot, virgin elven warriors was something very few men could refuse.

Ethan smiled to himself and quickened his pace, passing through the cathedral gates until he reached the other empty lot, to the left of the Tree of Life.

This time, he actively searched for references to fragmented palaces.

The reason was simple: acquiring the fragments now would be cheaper than simply upgrading the palace in the future.

These palaces would retain most of their original functionality intact, limited in power only because the fragments of their array cores would be missing.

Ethan could easily use the luck system to acquire the rest later, so it was a minor concern.

He also wanted to build a divine forge, for which he would employ Garrick or perhaps some other talented dwarf of Rank S or higher.

But that would have to wait until the following month.

With a steady gaze, Ethan adjusted the filters until the number of palace options dropped from fifty thousand to fewer than ten.

His eyes immediately fell on the cheapest one, costing about one hundred fifty thousand gold coins, with three levels.

The most expensive level cost close to one billion gold coins and was, without a doubt, something divine.

[Name: The Great Palace of the Fallen God-Emperor

Description: A palace from the pre-ancestral era, built with self-repairing central arrays, powerful training, defense, and magic boost arrays, and much more.

At its peak, it was the center of power for the entire continent, home to the most powerful seventh-stage expert in human history, a slayer of gods and butcher of dragons.

- This is a fragmented version, containing one of the five fragments of the structure’s core. Gathering more fragments will increase its effect.

- The main building has a total of four hundred thousand square meters of constructed area and a huge throne room. (Currently sealed, can be unsealed with the king title)

-The palace has a total of three million square meters of walled area.

-A small fortress guards the central gate and the palace walls. An order of knights can be created to defend it.

Price: 150,000 gold coins

Effects: +200% mana and aura density within the walls surrounding the palace, +50% mana and aura density in the city of the palace, +1,250 prestige, +30% military recruitment rate, +100% attribute gain while training inside. (+ effects locked; obtain the second palace fragment to unlock them.)]