Chapter 46 My Most Beloved



Keeping a calm breath, Harry walked out of the bathroom after a while, his body completely clean and pristine, glinting with muscular manliness.

Smiling, he looked around. The world seemed so beautiful, so colorful, so detailed...

The fact that he couldn't witness this enchanting beauty until today... His life felt lacking until that point.

Enhanced hearing and enhanced eyesight sure was a deadly combination of senses. Even if he ended up in a battle now, with his better senses, he could probably destroy almost any body strength type gifted. Almost any.

His body was really strong, but after all, even though he had much experience fighting as a kickboxer, those were not truly deadly back-to-back fights. Whereas in this world, there would surely be people who had fought in wars their whole life and killed to live. How could he hope to beat their experience with mere sense-type abilities?

Not to mention, every person had their own uniqueness, like a particular eye for others' weaknesses. That was a lesson he learned with a broken tooth in a kickboxing match. Never underestimate an enemy. Never.

Sure, there was the fact about talent difference between two people, but experience bred through blood and gore was mostly enough to break these flimsy barriers.

Shaking his head with a laugh, he looked at the rainbow beauties sleeping there still butt naked, wondering if he should have some more little fun.

"No, I have so many things to take care of," he said, chuckling at his just-about-to-stand little buddy. He shrunk himself and moved. Soon, he was outside the room and heading towards where he had killed that guard. That's where he would have to clean up first!

Moving fast, he soon reached a place filled with gigantic broken pieces of glass. Squinting, yeah, they were not so big; it was just that he was too small! But identifying his surroundings even in his little form, blinking, he looked at the highest point he could look, finding two heads talking to each other.

One was a beautiful woman, her red hair flying in the wind that came through the broken window. The other was an extremely muscular black baldie, both looking serious.

"Do you think it really was just the banana peel?" the rough man asked, feeling suspicious. "I mean, even though just base rank, he was one of the captains! And he had an offensive Transformation-type ability!"

The woman replied, "Hank, don't jump to conclusions. I have a feeling this is just a simple matter." Her voice was steady enough to fool any man, yet not Harry.

Feeling something off, he suddenly had an idea, and his eyes started shining in a weird color, a blend of all colors, chaotic and beautiful, even in his 1 cm form. And suddenly, he saw emotions. But only on the face of the woman. The rough guy was completely nil.

But on the woman, he could see and feel her emotions. Her emotions were clouded with anger, frustration, and disappointment, yet mostly fear.

Frowning, he wondered, 'Why is she trying to hide the death of a subordinate? A fellow guard, to boot. And why is she afraid? No, what is she afraid of?'

Yet, his thought process stopped when a voice reached his ears, blissfully familiar. "Don't worry, I know you are looking at her emotions, but emotions never tell the full story... She is one of my slaves. I put her here to do your bidding. You can have her if you like, though."

ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm Turning around, he came face to face with Verma, who leaned in and gave a peck on his lips before withdrawing and saying, "I told you not to worry about it. Come, we don't have much time. Don't waste it here. Emma will wake up anytime, and there are complications this time around."

Harry was just stunned. He was in his 1 cm form, right? Then why was she the same size too? Did she have the same Born-Dragon ability? Yet, not asking that, he instead asked, "This time around? What do you mean by that? It's the second time you mentioned that..."

Verma shook her head and said, her face a bit dark, "Follow me. I hate being in this form. Being naked around you is fine, but I feel sick being naked in front of another, even though they can't see us."

Cursing himself for forgetting that they were not in a room and were naked due to being in 1 cm forms, he took her in a princess carry and asked, "Where should we go?" He didn't like her much due to her mysterious behavior, but he felt he had to listen.

"Emma's room, maybe?" Verma asked, her heart fluttering.

"No, that place is a mess. I don't feel like going there. It's where my clone died," Harry said with a dark expression as he moved towards Verma's room.

Yet Verma didn't care and asked with a horrified expression, "Your... What?"

"Clone," confused, he asked, "I thought you knew I was dying?"

Verma shook her head and replied, "No, baby. I only know that you will face a deadly encounter around this time. All else is a mystery to me. But I knew you had to have sex with ten women to escape from this danger, though."

Smirking, his eyes narrowed as Harry asked, "So, did you drug them?"

Chuckling, she snuggled deeper into his hands and hugged his neck as she said to him with her face just a breath away, "Yes, I made all the women you can fuck without much consequences fall into deep sleeps, even a bit aroused. But I didn't expect you to go after Mivva and her sister, though. I had drugged Rona and Reena instead, but it seems it wasn't needed."

Gulping, Harry gripped her tighter, stopped walking, and leaned in to kiss her lips. Verma delightedly closed her eyes and enjoyed it. Harry's tongue slowly entered her mouth and started playing with her own tongue, slightly intertwining, just licking, moving around as they enjoyed each other's tastes. One manly and muscular, the other pure and filthless.

Breaking out of the kiss, Verma felt a bit dizzy with butterflies as she murmured, "How long has it been since you kissed me..."

"Ha, now I feel like I love your mysterious behavior instead," Harry chuckled with a headshake, his heart feeling extremely emotional.

The most emotional he had gotten after rebirth?

He wondered...

Even though he seemed completely calm on the surface regarding the curse and all the shit that happened to him, it was not true. He was filled with loneliness, sadness, and frustration even as he did all he did.

He was alone in a world where he had traveled through time. Even though everybody, including his mom and sister, were here, they were not here at the same time. Their memories were lost. And that fact...

It was burning holes in his heart, even though he seemed uncaring and unemotional about it.

Yet finding out that someone out there had his back, looking out for him, seemed more reassuring and more heartwarming than almost anything he could wish for.

He knew how hard it must have been to make all those woman fall into deepsleeps and still be fine, Yet she hadn't even mentioned it once!

Breathing roughly, Verma looked at Harry's face, His eyes ever so slightly glistening with unshed tears. Frightened, Verma hugged him tighter, whispering, "Don't cry, Harry. Don't... Our path is just beginning. You can't waver now. Don't cry. But if you have to cry, absolutely and no matter what, cry on my shoulders. I will be there alongside you on this path of no return, so don't worry. We will get through it."

Harry laughed, his words tinged with sadness and anger at himself, as he finally came out straight, "Yeah, I will not cry, not in front of my lovely women at least. But these unshed tears, they aren't solely of sadness." Pausing, he started walking again as he continued, "It's also of happiness at the fact... that I found another woman precious enough to make me die for her. That I have another important person to take care of in this world."

Soon, his minuscule form blended into the surroundings as he walked up to Verma's room. The beautiful silence lingered around them as they both stood in front of the door and looked at each other, their eyes connecting each other's soul.

Breaking the silence, Harry whispered, "Why are you so silent, Verma?"

She instinctively replied truthfully, her heart beating in sync with his, feeling their profound connection after so many years, "I'm... I'm just too overwhelmed."

Harry smiled, closed his eyes, and leaned in again. Both of them headed to kiss each other once more, feeling the other part of themselves fusing with one another.