Chapter 135: A Real Woman...

"I should just go. I need to advance my cultivation realm anyway." His voice came out in a flat tone before he turned toward the brown-eyed beauty that stood beneath the giant masses of drake pieces.

His body moved at a speed that left no time for resistance as he swooped her up in an elegant fashion before hugging her in a gentle embrace.

|Eek!| A surprised shriek came out in a cute manner, as she wasn't expecting such sudden movements from her master.

However, she quickly regained her bearings and latched onto his Stolid figureher expression morphed from one of startlement to one of extreme blissand that cute nose of hers snuggled right up in his robes.

|Mhmm|

She wouldn't deny that she had been craving this spot for a 'long' time now. That stupid Azmond and his ridiculous 'leveling frenzy'! *Humph*.

Her mood was more than a little perturbed at him letting go of her while hunting the later half of his quests. And he did it under some stupid pretext like, 'You could get hurt when I am fighting these stronger monsters, so stay.'.

I told him repeatedly that I am an incorporeal being, and thus can't be harmed by mortal means, but that obstinate, infuriating man responded by shooing me off and speaking some more nonsense like, "There is always a chance you could get hurt, so stay for me, please...?"

It was already bad enough that he had gone off and collected a wide assortment of women from the different monster villages he was assigned as quests. His Pokemon collection had already reached an incalculable level after completing 10 quests, for God's sake!

His actions of letting go of her only put the mood she had in even more dire strates

Though this transitory hug alleviated her annoyance, if only by a little...

Only a little bit! He still has to make it up to me later!

'Or, at least he would have to do such a thing if I were a real woman like his Crystalline'

An imperceptible, self-deprecating smile emerged on her effervescent expression before it disappeared.

It was almost like it was never there to begin with.

"What is going on here?" He asked with a confounded countenance.

It had already been over 10 minutes since they left the collapsed mountain where Azmond disposed of the 120-foot-long drake.

But something unexpected occurred a few minutes into their journey

The terrain never changed from the exact same geography that was there five minutes ago.

They were flying over the same place over and over again, even though they were in constant motionflying straight ahead.

So why?

Why were they flying over the same spot repeatedly? The only thing they saw in their vision was the sight of a large quantity of trees in the unusual shape of a sword.

There had to have been hundreds of thousands of colossal trees that dominated the landscape below, with every single one of them fitting the perfect mold of a huge Eastern-style sword.

Boundless's knowing voice sounded out shortly after. |We are in a type of static motion transit.|

"And that means?"

|Something here enacted a type of force field that had two different portals on both sides of said 'force field'. And these 'portals' are simply taking you from one side of the 'forcefield' back to the other side of the 'forcefield'.| She stated so in a mildly robotic tone.

|At least that is how I'd explain it to one lacking in the frontal lobe department!|

Before her bubbly attitude came back in full swing!

A large spasming session started for Azmond as he tried to soothe his growing annoyance. He had the sudden urge to give this busty beauty a piece of his mind, but held off in the end

'Violence is not the solution for violence or some bullcrap like that.' He 'reassured' himself with a twitching smile.

"..."