Xuefei gripped the Endless Treasure tightly in her hand, trembling as she huddled in the other’s embrace.
If she handed the Endless Treasure over to Leia, she would never be able to stand up again.
The Endless Treasure was the key left behind by the Heavenly God. Its function went far beyond simply providing power. It was a divine artifact capable of stabilizing the soul and converting energy—a weapon born from the battles between Dark Filth and Light Emissaries.
Twenty-seven gods.
If Leia absorbed all of their power, she would become stronger than ever before. Just as Laer had said, she might even surpass the War God herself, gaining strength to rival the Main God.
Resisting Leia after that would be all but impossible.
Unless a Main God came looking for death—ideally a particularly dim-witted one—so Xuefei could eke out a fluke victory, absorb her outright… munch munch, and ultimately collect every last Main God, transforming into the ultimate Dark Filth.
But there was a problem.
Leia was the Complete Filth Soul. She could absorb all Dark Filth—even the power of an Evil Dragon would bend to her will.
So what was Xuefei?
Forget Dark Filth; she could absorb and wield even the power of Light Emissaries with ease. In front of her, the Endless Treasure was nothing short of a joke. After all, she didn’t need any power conversion at all. Devour a single god, and their energy would automatically transform into pure “darkness.”
It was like eating without needing to digest—simply converting it into data and stuffing it into her body as fuel. That straightforward.
A Complete God Soul?
No…
If she were merely a Complete God Soul, she would have exploded and died amid the massive influx of Dark Filth power that Leia had bestowed upon her.
From Leia’s perspective, it had probably just been a body swap… But if Xuefei thought about it calmly now, perhaps she had absorbed the Dark Filth’s power, fallen into depravity, and actively transformed into a female Evil Dragon. No matter how she looked at it, her soul was far too unique!
No, no, no—surely it wasn’t because she wanted to be a girl? Impossible! It had to be Leia’s doing!
Or more likely… Leia knew everything.
Her crying had long since subsided. Xuefei twisted around, turning her back to Leia. Even so, the two soft, warm mounds pressing against her from behind left her a little flustered.
“Hmph, don’t think this makes me like you any more… You still owe me a wish, you know. At the wedding, I’m going to humiliate you so bad! Who told you to keep pushing me down like that!”
“What wish does Xuefei want to make?”
“Not telling you~”
In response to Leia’s question, Xuefei decided to leave a little suspense.
What would be the fun in spilling it ahead of time?
Leia personally draped the wedding dress over Xuefei. It resembled an exquisite nun’s veil, but the black star emblem was unmistakably a signature of Demon Race aesthetics.
The grand wedding soon commenced.
The two Evil Dragons rose to their feet. Xuefei confirmed that no one seemed to have caught a glimpse of everything, then reluctantly hopped down from Leia’s body. Taking Leia’s hand, she stepped onto the golden carpet amid the cheers, slowly making her way toward the elevated platform.
As golden gauze draped down from the chandelier and golden confetti magic burst from all sides, Xuefei finally realized…
“We… got married…”
“Of course we did. After all this time, we at least needed some kind of conclusion,” Leia replied indulgently.
A wedding was a vow for life, a ceremony where two hearts were entrusted to one another. From this moment on, the ritual hall would bind them with an inseparable bond.
It felt like so much time had passed since she had arrived in this world.
Xuefei squeezed Leia’s hand. Under the watchful eyes of the assembled Demon Racesmen—equal parts thrilled and nervous—she struggled to maintain a dignified smile. Andrea, however, misinterpreted it as something utterly adorable and cheered for her:
“May you share a hundred years of happiness!”
“Thank you.”
Xuefei responded, and soon more blessings poured in, accompanied by the gentle strains of a violin.
Some clasped their hands in prayer, their eyes brimming with envy. Others gazed in aspiration and awe, eager to glimpse what manner of child might be born to these two paragons of evil. Still others offered simple, heartfelt congratulations…
There were no bridesmaids, nor any officiant. An Evil Dragon’s love brooked no interference from outsiders, and certainly no one to stand above it.
In short, it was all rather casual.
Thus, aside from the opening and closing formalities, the wedding remained quiet and harmonious. Only the intimate interactions between the two marked its progress—a beautiful spectacle that everyone watched with eager anticipation.
Suddenly, Leia halted. She turned around to face Xuefei, whose eyes were filled with simple, dazed innocence.
“You’re willing to accompany me all the way to the end of our lives?”
To be honest, Xuefei had never imagined she’d end up on a wedding stage—let alone as the one leaning more toward the role of “bride.”
Xuefei clutched her chest, where her heart pounded wildly, and whispered, “I do.”
“Then, will you accept my love? The love of the most wicked being in the entire universe~?”
“I do…”
“Is that so? Then take this~”
The chandelier suddenly extinguished, plunging the wedding hall into pitch blackness. Moments later, colorful spotlights emanated from a mirror that gleamed like the moon, bathing their bodies in light.
Leia dropped to one knee. Her legs, bare of stockings for the first time in ages, looked utterly tempting against the glossy floor—seductive, yet laced with a pure, innocent allure.
She extended both hands. A black lotus blossomed in her palms, transforming into a sphere of dark light that gradually coalesced into a black diamond ring. Strangely, the diamond itself was a crystalline silver-white, shining with pristine purity in the shadowed recess of its obsidian setting—like dew on lotus leaves at dawn.
“This is a diamond made from my tears.”
“Tears, huh…”
It was enough to stir anyone’s heart. The tears of the Dragon Clan were priceless. To put it in perspective, even a tycoon swimming in wealth couldn’t afford the flood from the Evil Dragon having a good cry. No—even that didn’t come close to their true worth.
This “diamond ring” was thus of immeasurable value. And considering these tears had been shed for Xuefei? Utterly priceless.
No—it had always been priceless.
Leia took Xuefei’s left hand and gently slipped the ring onto her ring finger. Rising to her feet, she tilted her head with a smile, studying Xuefei’s complicated expression.
“Thank you…”
“Now’s not the time for thanks,” Leia murmured. “Xuefei, you need to offer a gift in return.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Xuefei hesitated for a long moment before making up her mind.
Today, they were each other’s brides.
Mimicking Leia, she knelt on one knee and gently took hold of Leia’s hand, gloved in elegant silk.
She slid a golden ring—one she had collected herself—onto Leia’s ring finger.
But she wasn’t finished.
With her right hand, she placed the green gem clutched tightly in her palm—the Endless Treasure—into Leia’s hand.
As Leia stared in utter shock, Xuefei leaned in and whispered so only she could hear, “Sorry, I don’t have anything special to give you. But you still owe me one wish, right? Well, I’m making it now.”
“Mm.”
“Eat it.” Xuefei looked up, placing her left hand over Leia’s slightly raised right one. “Eat the Endless Treasure—no, my gift to you. That’s my wish…”
“It’ll repair your soul, letting you convert divine power for your own use and transform into a mighty Dragon God.”
