A journey through the underworld, starting from the Tsubakihara family.

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"Alright, hurry up and take it with you, I can't wait!"

However, as the fog dissipated, what came into the three people's eyes was not Jingu Makoto lying on the ground, but a fist as big as a casserole!

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

"Wait, wait! Lord Cheng!"

"We were wrong!"

"Never again!"

With the sound of punches landing, the three hot girls were knocked to the ground.

Three minutes later.

Three hot girls, their heads covered in bumps, knelt on the ground in a dogeza position, trembling.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

"Got it!" ×3, the three hot girls nodded frantically like they were pounding garlic.

"Very good." Jingu Makoto nodded in satisfaction. "Do it again next time..."

"There will absolutely not be a next time!" the three shouted in unison, then disappeared in a flash.

As Jingu Makoto watched their departing figures, a sudden inspiration struck him.

He tapped the system in his mind.

"System, where's my reward? Wasn't there supposed to be a reward for defeating evil people? Look at these three, tracking and hypnotizing them, they're definitely female sluts!"

This... the system's brain is working at breakneck speed...

At that moment, all the systems in every world, whether they were furnaces, cats, or anything else, crashed for a second.

Finally, the system reluctantly responded with a mechanical voice.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully disciplining the wicked trio of hot girls and protecting your innocence. Reward: Hero's Legacy Gift Pack.]

[Hero Inheritance Gift Pack: The host can randomly obtain the memories of a hero. The higher the compatibility between the host and the hero, the more abilities will be gained from the memories. Open the gift pack and begin the inheritance?]

"No, you really gave it to me!" Jingu Makoto was pleasantly surprised.

He decided to forgive the three hot girls and even hoped they would come back a few more times.

However, as if it had heard Jingu Makoto's thoughts, the system's voice sounded again.

[System Update Notification: Female characters with extremely high affection for the host who use hypnosis, bondage, or similar tactics will be considered as playful interactions. No rewards will be given if the host defeats them. (Note: The system reserves all rights of interpretation.)]

???

"Hey, System. How is this just a little fun? Don't you know there's a species called yandere? Besides, haven't you heard that forced masochism within marriage is still forced masochism!"

The system fell silent and pretended not to exist.

Chapter 18 The Strongest Man, The Strongest Man! The Whole Audience Cheers!

Without the interference of the three gal girls, Makoto Jingu arrived safely at the front door of the Murasaki family's house.

With a "click," he unlocked the door with the key Xia Ye had given him. To his surprise, Xia Ye of the Purple Palace did not come out to greet him as alluringly as he had imagined.

Instead, he was wearing simple sportswear and exercising on the treadmill.

"Hoo~ Makoto-kun~" After seeing Makoto Shingu open the door and come in, Natsume Murasaki greeted him in a sweet, delicate voice while panting.

However, while it may be described as simple, that is in comparison to the secret battle robe worn by Natsume Murasaki yesterday.

She wore a white low-cut sports vest, and when she bent over, her fair cleavage was clearly visible.

The black sweatpants hugged her full hips and rounded thighs tightly, outlining an alluring curve.

The way Xia Ye was diligently exercising made her look incredibly sexy.

Jingu Makoto changed into slippers, observed for a while, and then he understood.

So this is cosplaying as a sporty girl, right? I was wondering why she suddenly started exercising.

"Natsume-chan, your running form isn't quite right~ Let me teach you properly."

As Jingu Makoto spoke, he stretched out his wicked hand, intending to play a trick on Murasaki no Natsume.

"Tame!" Natsumi Murasaki dodged Makoto Jingu's Kato Taka hand and said seriously, "Makoto-kun, I'm training, don't tease me!"

Is he really planning to train? Makoto Jingu couldn't help but feel ashamed of his previous thoughts.

It's all those three hot girls' fault; they've filled his head with dirty thoughts.

(The three hot girls: What bad luck! They didn't even get to eat the meat and ended up with all this trouble.)

"But why does Natsume suddenly want to train?" Makoto Jingu asked curiously, while also warning, "Remember not to overdo it when you train, or you'll get injured. I love chubby Natsume-chan too!"

"I know, I'll rest well when I'm tired from training," Natsumi Murasaki replied with a smile. "As for why I exercise, it's to improve my physical strength."

Every time I fight alongside Makoto, I'm the first to fall, and Makoto doesn't really get much enjoyment, right? So I need to improve my stamina so I can fight alongside Makoto.”

"I see. Then Natsume should train hard. I'll go to your room to study for a while." Although Shingu Makoto felt that it would be difficult for Natsume to keep up with him just by training.

However, he didn't intend to dampen her enthusiasm; after all, exercising is always a good thing, isn't it?

Upon arriving at Shizume Natsume's room, Jingu Makoto was lying on the bed. His consciousness entered his mind, and he twitched his feigned dead body violently.

"System, activate the gift pack!"

[Beep beep, the Hero Legacy Gift Pack is now open, randomly drawing heroes...]

"Who could it be? I hope it's a pretty powerful character," Jingu Makoto prayed silently.

"That has to be me!"

With that arrogant voice, blood-red memories exploded in my mind—

That is the legendary story of Sett, the underground emperor.

A hybrid monster! The product of a forbidden union between Noxus and Vastaya! Growing up amidst scorn and disdain, he carved out his own path with his fists.

In the blood-soaked fighting arena, he crushed all his opponents with beast-like ferocity. The sound of bones breaking became his coronation ceremony, and the title of "King of the Fighting Arena" came rolling in with gold coins.

But Sett wanted more than that—when the Noxians refused to relinquish control of the arena, he tore the rules apart with his bare hands. After a night of carnage, the orcs became the new rulers of the underground empire…

The memory finally settled on the golden throne. Sett leaned back lazily, his feet planted on the heads of rebels, a wild, unrestrained laugh spreading across his face.

"Hehe, being the big brother feels so much better than not being one."

[Ding! The host has successfully acquired the memories of the hero Sett. Due to a 100% compatibility rate, the host has gained all of Sett's abilities.]

Passive Skill: Battlefield Heroism

[Active Skills: Subduing the Enemy's Power, Deliberate Blow, Skull Cracking with a Powerful Hand, Breathtaking.]

I didn't expect it to be you, Sett.

Jingu Makoto savored the memories in his mind, feeling a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both emotion and reflection).

This wave of memory inheritance greatly enhanced Jingu Makoto, not only granting him Sett's full set of skills but also teaching him the exquisite techniques honed through countless trials in the arena.

To Jingu Makoto's surprise, his compatibility with Sett was surprisingly high. Could it be because, like Sett, he was a good son who loved his mother?

As Jingu Makoto thought this, he subconsciously clenched his fist again. Perhaps influenced by Sett's memories, he now had a strong urge to fight.

However, when it comes to the champion Sett, besides Sett, Makoto Jingu prefers to call him by another name: Sett.

Jinfu Jinfu, the audience cheered!

Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong.

Jin Fu, you hit women!

Damn you, system, are you mocking me for beating up those three hot girls this afternoon? What random selection? This is definitely intentional!

……

Meanwhile, the three hot girls that Jingu Makoto was talking about were sitting in a barbecue restaurant, eating grilled meat and discussing loudly.

Hamasaki Reina: "Ruri, what's going on? Didn't you say your hypnotic spray could even take down a mid-level ability user? How come it's not working at all!"

Ruri Kurumizaka: "Ruri doesn't know either. I didn't take the wrong one, and I sprayed the whole bottle on it, but Makoto-kun didn't react at all. It's so strange."

Sasaki Yukina: "Alright, that's all over now. Let's discuss what to do next."

"It seems like a direct confrontation won't work; neither of us is a match for Makoto," Hamasaki Reina said with a hint of helplessness. "Should we just give up?"

"Hmph, Reina, how can you back down? When have we, the three gals, ever suffered such a loss? We're going to get our revenge!" Ruri Kurumisaka encouraged Reina Hamasaki when she saw her hesitation.

"Hmph, the stronger Makoto gets, the more I want to pin him down." Sasaki Yukina seemed eager to try it out.

"That's right, Liuli must ride on Chengjun's head and feed him the freshest seafood juice!"

Encouraged by her two friends, Hamasaki Reina's fighting spirit was rekindled: "In that case, let's think about how to win over Makoto."

"I have an idea!" Ruri Kurumisaka said, as if she had thought of something.

"As expected of our strategist, speak quickly!"

"So so, so so..."

"Wonderful!"

The three hot girls whispered among themselves for a while, and then simultaneously revealed a lewd smile, as if they had found a good way to control Jingu Makoto.

The shop owner at the cashier looked at the three hot girls with an expression of utter disbelief. Sigh, what happened to these three perfectly good girls?

Chapter 19 Today, it's still Natsume Murasaki's defeat.

Just as Jingu Makoto stepped out of the room after receiving the memories, he heard Murasaki Natsume's sweet voice.

"Cheng-kun~ I'm so tired after practicing. Could you help me stretch?"

Natsumi Murasaki leaned against the treadmill, breathing softly. Her sports bra, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to her body, becoming a semi-transparent second skin, revealing glimpses of her pink nipples.

Sweat slid down her flushed cheeks, past her slender neck, and finally disappeared into the hollow of her collarbone.

Jingu Makoto naturally didn't stand on ceremony and stepped forward to embrace Murasaki no Miyabi's slender waist, feeling the amazing elasticity of her skin beneath the fabric in his palm.

A beautiful woman was in his arms, and a scent of sweat mixed with her body fragrance wafted over him.

He lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and licked Xia Ye's neck.

"Mmm~ It itches!"

Murasaki no Natsume let out a soft breath, like a newborn kitten.

"Even a beautiful girl's sweat tastes sweet,"

Shingu Makoto breathed into her ear and teased her.

"Chengjun, hurry up and wipe yourself off. You feel sticky and uncomfortable."

Murasaki Natsume's face was flushed, whether from exhaustion or from Shingu Makoto's words, it was hard to tell.

Jingu Makoto picked up a towel from the side and began to carefully wipe her sweat.

His hands, carrying a towel, roamed over her back and chest, brushing against her fair, smooth skin.

Murasaki no Natsume didn't speak, but occasionally made a nasal "hmm" sound, which sounded somewhat coquettish.

Jingu Makoto deliberately let the edge of the towel brush against his chest, watching as it became even more obvious under the soaked fabric.

"Chengjun... there... ah!" Her panting was interrupted by the sudden stimulation, turning into a sweet scream.

After her body had dried a little, Makoto Jingu knelt down beside her legs and began to knead them carefully.

After kneading her bouncy calves, his large hands roamed over Natsume Murasaki's plump thighs.

But Natsumi Murasaki was no pushover either; she twisted her hips left and right, and kept rubbing against Makoto Jingu's face.

Jingu Makoto wasn't about to let her get away with it. He slapped her plump buttocks hard and said, "Get down!"

Murasaki no Natsume turned around, her face flushed, only to see the flames burning in Shingu Makoto's eyes.

She obediently followed Makoto Jingu's instructions, holding onto the treadmill in front of her and sticking her buttocks up high.

With a forceful tug, Jingu Seiichi tore open the black, tight-fitting athletic pants, then pushed the obstructing fabric aside, revealing the hidden secret realm.

He crouched down, pressing his hands against his rounded thighs, and a warm, moist ocean scent sprayed onto his face.