Free Web NovelChapter 672: Feron And His Dangerous Harem
Alira stared at the five people for a few seconds before sighing.
The only man in the group looked toward her and immediately grinned.
Alira crossed her arms. "Alright, I already guessed it, but still... to think you were the one who came."
Feron laughed. "Oh, Sister Alira. How can you sound so disappointed?"
Alira gave him a flat look. "I’m not disappointed. I’m just surprised."
Feron spread his hands casually. "Father told me this training was one of the fastest ways to become stronger. With my lazy personality, of course I’d choose the fastest route."
Alira’s eyebrow twitched. "You do realize this training is painful, dangerous, and completely insane, right?"
Feron laughed loudly. "Hahaha! I’m Bruno’s son. As long as it makes me stronger quickly, I don’t care."
Alira studied him for a moment before slowly nodding. "I see."
Her gaze shifted toward the four women standing behind him. "Still, I didn’t expect your father to use the other four slots for your harem."
Feron’s grin widened proudly. "Of course. They’re my harem. How could I be the only one who gets stronger?"
He gestured toward the four women. "Besides, my harem is the best of the best."
Alira’s mouth twitched.
Feron turned toward them. "Alright, my harem, introduce yourselves to Sister Alira."
He pointed toward Alira with a shameless smile. "She may only be an assistant manager of Astral Cosmic Terminal One, but she has quite a background."
Alira’s expression darkened. "What do you mean, only?"
The four women ignored Feron’s wording and calmly greeted Alira.
The fiery red-haired woman with dragon horns stepped forward first. "Iris."
Beside her, the wild-looking woman grinned. "Varka."
The elegant golden-haired woman gave a polite smile. "Loraine."
The calm woman nodded softly. "Erlin."
Alira stared at the entire group for another moment before rubbing her forehead. "Come on. Just get inside the ship already."
Feron sighed dramatically. "Yeah, yeah."
With that, the five of them started walking toward Alira’s silver ship.
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All eight candidates eventually entered Alira’s silver ship.
The moment everyone was inside, Alira immediately looked back at them. "Alright, shut up for now. If you want to talk, wait until we’re out of the terminal and the ship is stable."
No one argued.
Kaelvar, Azton, Oriana, Feron, Iris, Varka, Loraine, and Erlin all found their seats while Alira returned to the control area.
A moment later, the ship lifted off.
WOOOM!
The silver vessel smoothly left the transfer area, passed through the terminal’s traffic lanes, and accelerated into open space.
Once the ship had stabilized, Alira finally spoke again. "Alright. If you want to chat now, go ahead."
The moment she finished speaking, Loraine smiled toward Kaelvar, Azton, and Oriana. "Nice to meet you three."
Her golden eyes moved toward Kaelvar first.
"Kaelvar Ignis, one of the greatest young geniuses of the Ignis Dragon Clan branch. More importantly, you possess one of the highest bloodline purities among the younger generation, which means you may have a chance to join the main Ignis Dragon Clan in the future."
Kaelvar’s eyes widened. "How the hell do you know that?"
Loraine only smiled and shifted her attention toward Azton. "Azton, one of the Azure Battle Palace’s top core disciples and the son of the person who controls the palace."
Azton’s calm expression immediately became cautious. "That information isn’t supposed to be public."
Loraine’s smile remained unchanged.
Her gaze finally moved toward Oriana. "As for you, Oriana, we come from the same race, so finding information about you was much easier."
Kaelvar and Azton both turned toward Oriana.
Loraine continued casually, "The true owner of the Golden Horizon Merchant Alliance."
Both men froze.
"What?" Kaelvar blurted out.
Azton stared at Oriana with clear surprise.
Oriana, however, only smiled. "As expected of you, Loraine. One of the greatest geniuses of our Golden Human Race."
Her golden eyes shifted toward Feron. "It seems you’ve chosen to follow someone with quite an impressive background."
Feron laughed. "Hahaha! As expected of the Golden Human Race. You people really love digging into everyone’s business."
He leaned back comfortably and grinned. "Fine, let me introduce myself properly. My name is Feron, son of Supervisor Bruno of the Astral Dragon Cosmic Terminal."
Kaelvar and Azton immediately became more serious.
Feron gestured toward the four women beside him. "These four are my harem."
He pointed toward Loraine first. "You already know Loraine of the Golden Human Race."
His finger moved toward Iris. "Iris, from the Ignis Dragon Race."
Kaelvar’s head snapped toward her. "Ignis Dragon Race?"
Iris immediately grinned, flames flickering faintly in her golden eyes. "What? Never seen another Ignis Dragon before?"
Kaelvar stared at her for a moment, clearly trying to figure out who she was.
Feron continued, "Erlin, from the Moon Elf Race."
Erlin gave a small, calm nod.
Finally, Feron pointed toward Varka. "And Varka, from the Drakhor Race."
Varka leaned forward with a wild grin and cracked her knuckles. "What are you staring at?"
This time, both Kaelvar and Azton looked genuinely shocked.
A Drakhor.
More importantly, a female Drakhor.
Everyone knew Drakhor women were difficult to approach, even harder to pursue, and absolutely terrifying when angry.
Kaelvar slowly turned toward Feron.
Azton did the same.
For once, both men seemed to share the exact same thought.
A moment later, Kaelvar raised his thumb.
Azton hesitated for half a second before doing the same.
No matter how impressive their backgrounds were or how serious they usually acted, they were still young men.
Kaelvar stared at Feron with genuine respect. "Damn. You actually managed to get a female Drakhor into your harem."
Azton nodded once. "Impressive."
Feron blinked at the two thumbs pointed toward him.
A second later, he burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Alright, alright. I may look lazy, but I’m pretty powerful, you know."
Varka’s wild grin immediately widened. "Powerful?"
Feron’s laughter stopped.
He slowly turned toward her.
Varka cracked her knuckles.
CRACK! CRACK!
Kaelvar and Azton quietly lowered their thumbs.
Feron gave Varka an awkward smile. "I meant... powerful in other ways."
Varka laughed loudly.
Oriana covered her mouth, clearly amused, while Loraine and Erlin remained calm. Iris, meanwhile, grinned as if she was waiting to see whether Varka would actually hit him.
The silver ship continued flying toward God Gym as the strange group slowly became more familiar with one another.
Their journey had only just begun.
