In a person's life, there are always one or two moments that decide destiny—crucial, yet fleeting.
Chuck instantly spread his hand in the water, and in the next second, a short blade appeared in his grasp.
He bent his body in the water, hacking the blade with all his might at the disgusting tentacle wrapped around his left ankle. But as the blade bit in, it felt like stabbing an incredibly tough mass of cotton; it failed to cause even a shred of damage before being bounced back.
Dammit!!
This was a scripted-kill level final BOSS!
He was so close... if only he could escape this place...
The violent struggle rapidly consumed his body's oxygen, and the blood loss from his leg made his lower half go numb. Yet, his powerful mental stats simultaneously sent his brain into overdrive; a sudden burst of adrenaline made his perception of time slow to a crawl.
In that heartbeat, Chuck made a choice that bordered on insanity.
He moved the blade up a few inches, and then, with the last of his strength...
He hacked down!
The blade sliced through. The sheer agony turned Chuck's vision black, and he completely lost consciousness.
But at the same moment, the force dragging his body downward vanished instantly. The hemp rope around his waist yanked his body toward the surface at an incredible speed.
As he ascended rapidly, he left a smoke-like trail of red in his wake.
From the perspective of the sea monster below, Chuck probably looked like a humanoid bottle rocket—miserable, yet spectacular.
On the shore, Valentina's hands were a bloody mess, yet she continued to haul with an expressionless desperation, as if those hands didn't belong to her.
From the moment she was dragged into the water, to the moment she climbed back onto the pier, refastened the rope, and resumed pulling with everything she had, she moved like a robot that knew no pain.
Finally, accompanied by a spray of pale red water on the surface, Chuck's figure was successfully hauled onto the shore.
With a heavy thud, Chuck collapsed limply at the edge of the pier.
"Hey! Chuck!"
Valentina immediately bent over him, her voice trembling as she called out. She slapped his paper-pale face, leaving several bright red finger marks.
Finding him unconscious, she began a rapid inspection. The moment she saw his left leg, her expression shifted violently.
Chuck's left foot, along with the entire flipper of the diving suit, was gone.
But what horrified her even more was that, along with the missing foot, the stump below his calf wasn't bleeding; it had already cauterized and scabbed over!
Valentina felt her scalp tingle with a chill.
But she quickly snapped out of it, pulling a glass bottle from her bosom. Following their pre-arranged plan, she poured out various herbal pills for hemostasis and pain relief, shoving them all into Chuck's mouth.
She cast a wary, fearful glance at the pitch-black depths of the sea, then lifted Chuck into her arms and hurried toward the stone slope platform.
Beneath the waves, the yellow glow had completely dissipated, likely never to appear again.
But that massive shadow would continue to wander in the dark, freezing depths of the seabed.
...
Evening, four days left on the countdown.
After a series of messy, illogical dreams, Chuck woke up on his familiar bedroom bed.
Julia, who had been guarding him, slowly looked up. The moment their eyes met, she threw herself into his embrace like a kitten, her sobbing instantly wetting his chest.
There was no redundant dialogue, no meaningless complaints—only the purest heartache and concern for the man she loved.
The commotion soon drew the rest of the harem waiting in the main room.
One graceful silhouette after another entered the bedroom. Seeing Chuck's calm expression, their emotions spiraled out of control; for a while, the room was a chorus of whimpers and sobs.
Chuck comforted each woman one by one. Only then did he sit up slowly. Looking at his missing left foot, a helpless smile curled on his lips.
Paying only this small price for the final victory—any way he looked at it, it was a miracle among miracles.
That octopus sea monster hidden in the depths was likely the gatekeeper of this island. It was the "current" Liu Siyao had described that brought her back, and likely the reason all survivors miraculously washed ashore safely after every storm.
Clearly, as the employee responsible for such a crucial link, the entity that designed this game would never allow him to defeat it.
Nonetheless, Chuck had left a massive "halberd handle" in that thing's mouth and became an amputee because of it, so they were even.
As long as that thing didn't come looking for trouble, Chuck probably wouldn't have any contact with it again.
He reached into his clothes and pulled out an oval-shaped yellow crystal.
The moment he saw it, the weight on his heart lifted with a sense of relief and finality.
Despite the unexpected twists in the process, everything had finally settled.
It was finally over.
"Chuck, what do we do next? Do we still have time? And your condition..."
Just then, Valentina's voice rang out from the doorway.
Chuck looked up and saw that her expression remained solemn.
In fact, in the plan Chuck had originally made with her, needing those pills meant the operation was a total failure and his survival was a lucky break.
He had also told her that everything had to be resolved before a certain point, or they would face dire consequences—which meant they would need to dive back under.
But Chuck now...
"Nothing to do. It's handled."
Chuck simply smiled, waving the yellow crystal in his hand. He added, "Tomorrow, we can end all this bullshit for good."
"That stone..."
Valentina's eyes lit up instantly. The image she had seen in the volcanic cave flashed through her mind, and she guessed the truth. After Chuck gave a confirming nod, she relaxed completely, as if a tight spring had finally snapped.
She didn't know the specifics, but it seemed everything was solved.
"Yitong, go help her tend to the wounds on her hands. Make sure they're disinfected."
Chuck's voice rang out again. Valentina looked down at her scarred palms, and only then did the pain register. She raised an eyebrow, her cheeks flushing slightly.
The pain was bearable, but Chuck's concern sent a wave of indescribable warmth and joy through her heart.
Chuck had lost his left foot, and the heartache and sadness of the women went without saying.
But for Chuck himself, it wasn't a major issue.
From now on, he no longer needed to fight or have any reason to put his life on the line. It just meant walking would be a bit more of a chore. He could still do the work he needed to do, and he could still fuck the women he wanted to fuck; there was no fundamental impact.
That night, Chuck didn't engage in sex. He simply lay peacefully amidst the cluster of warm, fragrant jade bodies, enjoying a sense of security and tranquility he hadn't felt since landing on the island. Then, he passed out on the pillow.
Just like the evening after finishing the college entrance exams, he slept into oblivion.
Noon the next day, three days left on the countdown.
Chuck's giant steel halberd and his left foot were left together on the seabed, but at this point, he had no reason to carry a weapon anyway.
Similarly, since Valentina's hands were injured and he wasn't carrying a weapon, Chuck had no reason to bring her along.
Most importantly, though he had shared some key information with Valentina to facilitate their cooperation—making her the most informed among the women—even she only knew the surface level.
Explaining everything from the beginning would be too much trouble. Chuck was about to uncover the final secret of the island, and that was something best done alone.
So, dressed neatly and having rejected Valentina's offer to accompany him, Chuck set out alone, leaning on a cane as he climbed the steep slope.
He hobbled toward the volcano.
The morning sun cast Chuck's silhouette onto the rocky beach. He swayed as he walked, his left leg hanging in the air looking a bit comical, yet a bit pitiful.
But Chuck's mood was lighter and more joyful than ever before.
All the secrets and all the truths were about to be revealed.
He was truly curious about why all this happened and what it was all for.
It wasn't that the answer was vital to him, but having personally participated and risked his life countless times, the truth was an earned reward.
Entering the cave, Chuck traversed the dark and narrow corridor, finally arriving back at the stone platform.
He didn't dally or make a ceremony of it. He pulled out the final yellow crystal and embedded it directly into the last vacant indentation.
Rumble—
In the next moment, just like when he embedded the first crystal, the entire cave and the stone platform began to vibrate violently!
Chuck braced himself against the edge of the platform. In his vision, that eerie light screen appeared once again.
[The lock has found all its keys. The door is open.]
As the vibration ceased, the second stone door—standing eternally in the heart of the volcano, deep within the cave—finally swung open.
And the five crystals on the platform—orange, red, yellow, green, and blue—lost their color simultaneously, as if they had exhausted their energy.
Chuck watched this in silence, then leaned on his cane and moved slowly to the stone door. He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight...
To his shock, behind the stone door was a dark, narrow, winding staircase of black stone, spiraling downward.
Chuck glanced to the side, confirming the countdown hadn't stopped; it was still ticking away. He sighed helplessly and stepped past the door, carefully descending the stairs one by one.
By the light of his phone, Chuck went down and down, as if there were no end.
After about ten minutes, he finally stepped off the last stair.
Before him was an iron door with a handle.
The iron door was rusted and bore no markings; it was just an ordinary iron door.
Chuck hesitated for a moment, but having come this far, there was no reason to retreat out of caution. He gripped the handle and turned.
With a click, the door opened.
Chuck stepped inside, and a brilliant white light instantly enveloped him.
Main Ending: The Island of Beyond
It was a space of pure, blinding white.
The space wasn't large, about the size of a classroom. Inside the originally dark mountain, the surrounding walls were as smooth as a freshly renovated building.
Though no bulbs were visible, the walls, floor, and ceiling all naturally emitted a white light, illuminating the entire room.
In the center of the room was a large, white bed.
On that bed lay a woman dressed in white, resting quietly.
[You have arrived.]
Wait.
Chuck's footsteps halted, and he froze on the spot.
The scene, the sudden light screen, and the three words on it all proved one thing to Chuck.
—This woman lying in this pure white space was the same "Question Mark Woman" who had brought him back to life and given him the "chance to start over" via the Workshop's exclusive bonus.
Where did she come from?
Why was there such a perfectly square, man-made basement-like white space at the base of this deserted island's volcano?
[You need to speak for us to communicate. You can see my consciousness, but I cannot see yours.]
"You can see my consciousness?!"
Chuck felt a chill run down his spine. He stepped forward two paces, and as he saw the figure on the bed clearly, his expression went completely blank.
Long white hair was spread out beneath her white clothes. The woman was barefoot and slender, yet her face was hidden. Her entire face and head were enveloped in something Chuck was all too familiar with...
It was that ball of white light that appeared when the Workshop processed a synthesis queue.
[Do not worry. My head is still here; it is merely trapped.]
"Who are you? What the hell is this place?"
Chuck was silent for a long time before he finally spoke. His experiences had tempered him to remain stable even now, but the questions in his heart were piled high like a mountain.
[You have done better than I anticipated. I was not wrong about you.]
[Thanks to your efforts, we still have plenty of time. Let me answer you slowly.]
...
The light screen in front of him, like a Star Wars opening crawl, began to detail the entire truth.
Chuck stood on the white floor, leaning on his cane, looking at the white bed and the mysterious woman's bare feet, processing the massive dump of information with a calm, numb expression.
Ten minutes later, the narration finally ended.
Chuck let out a long breath, digesting it all in his mind, and finally reached a conclusion.
...
In short, everything started with an apocalypse.
In a parallel world destroyed by war in the future, the surviving humans were destined for a slow death from radiation. Before the end, humanity gathered all remaining resources and genius intellect to miraculously create a machine capable of traversing time and space, attempting to go back and prevent the war.
The remaining humans selected a healthy female scientist to take the machine back to continue the hope of civilization. Regrettably, the cruel truth proved that time cannot be reversed. She didn't return to her own past, but to another parallel world at a point in the "past."
Realizing this, the scientist desperately fled the doomed world with the machine, arriving in another strange parallel world. There, she met a woman in white. After a series of events, she entrusted the machine to her and died.
Coincidentally, this woman in white was also a "mad scientist."
Or rather, in the strange world she inhabited, she belonged to a group called "Necromancers."
Upon receiving the time machine, she treated it as a supreme treasure. She began exploring various parallel worlds even more crazily than her predecessor, witnessing all kinds of death and rebirth. Combining the technology and civilizations of different times and spaces, she perfected her knowledge, eventually even easily taking control of the parallel world where she was born.
But once the technology tree was almost entirely filled, the Necromancer understood a cruel truth that only she could grasp.
—Any world where humans exist will inevitably march toward destruction because of competition for resources and various forms of war.
The intermediate processes and timelines might differ, with brief periods of prosperity and peace, but the end result would always be the same.
In her despair, a mad plan was born.
To break the "curse" of war that doomed human civilization in all parallel universes, the Necromancer decided to use her magical abilities and the time machine's technology to completely eliminate the possibility of war among humans.
The process was this: in an empty, post-apocalyptic world, filter for an immortal man with perfect genes and mindset. While letting him approach perfection step by step, she would continuously send various women with outstanding genes to his side.
For both the former and the latter, the prerequisite for being transported was being near death in their original world.
The "filtered" man, provided he passed the trials of the "Filter," would own all the women and resources sent to this world, thus eliminating conflict.
A world of absolute patriarchal dictatorship.
In such a world, all offspring born to the women would be female. Under the rule of an immortal, powerful, and genetically perfect man, they would create a world without war—only sex. Eventually, this world would develop step-by-step to birth the ultimate human civilization.
The Necromancer called this world "Beyond."
The plan was "Project Beyond."
the white-haired woman before him was a parallel-world clone of the Necromancer. Her duty was to observe Chuck, the "Filtered One." She was bound to this world; should the filtering fail and Chuck die, she would perish with the world, and the next world would reboot.
In Chuck's world, that meant the island sinking and everything starting over.
As for the original Necromancer, she had died long ago from exhausting her mana to launch the project.
[Is there anything else you wish to know?]
Parallel worlds, war, time travel, Necromancers—these terms usually found in fiction were dumped into Chuck's brain, leaving him momentarily short-circuited.
A Necromancer with a time machine, a woman who had maxed out both magic and technology.
The power she possessed was likely enough to make herself immortal or easily conquer any universe she visited.
Yet she didn't do that. Instead, she chose death to attempt creating a warless world across infinite parallel universes.
The spirit and vision were admirable, but the method was truly baffling to Chuck.
A world with no war, only sex?
Such a world sounded great, but could it truly birth an "ultimate civilization"?
To be honest, Chuck didn't know what kind of insights that female mage possessed to come up with such an absurd solution. But for Chuck himself, living a peaceful life forever with the women around him was exactly what he wanted.
In a way, he perhaps had to thank her.
After processing for a moment, Chuck spoke, attempting to resolve the lingering doubts.
"Since I'm the first successful one... does that mean there were other 'Filtered Ones' before me?"
[On the four-dimensional scale of parallel worlds, time is meaningless. One cannot say 'before you.' It is better to say they exist in different parallel worlds. But among all worlds, you are the only one who successfully met the Observer. By the time scale, you could be called both the first and the last.]
"Were those people also surviving on a deserted island like me?"
[Not necessarily an island. Those are stories of other worlds and have nothing to do with you. But it is certain that the final endings of those worlds were tragedies.]
"Why did you save me back then?"
[That was a one-time repair privilege granted to the Observer by the Necromancer. But it required a price. Aside from adding the countdown restriction to you, it turned me into what you see now—unable to move, unable to break free.]
"...Then how do I stop this countdown?"
[Fuck me.]
Even for someone whose life was as lewd as Chuck's, seeing those two words appear froze him in his tracks.
[This is the final trial and the only way to lift the countdown. The Necromancer modified her body and genes, significantly enhancing the sexual capacity of this body as a female. In the previous trials, your will, body, and spirit all passed the filtering. The true final gate is proving your reproductive capability.]
[Copulate with this body. Make me feel the bliss of the ultimate climax. Prove that you are a truly perfect male.]
Chuck's eyes twitched, but as his gaze turned toward the snowy-white body lying on the large white bed, the shock and bewilderment on his face gradually faded.
It was replaced by an eager, predatory grin.
"After all that talk, in the end, it just comes down to one thing: I just have to fuck you into submission?"
[You seem very confident? Regrettably, objectively speaking, this may be the toughest challenge you have faced since arriving on this island.]
"Hah."
Watching the light screen fade, the smile on Chuck's face turned into a beast-like excitement.
"Enough talk. Let's find out."
Chuck strode to the edge of the white bed, tossing his cane into the corner. Without a word, he pressed himself down onto her.
The white-haired woman's skin was snowy, almost transparent, as if condensed from moonlight without a single blemish, though it lacked a certain natural female aesthetic.
Her long white hair cascaded like a waterfall, enveloping her slender yet stunningly curved figure. The snowy hills rose slightly beneath her white clothes, their tips faintly showing a pale cherry color. Her legs were slightly parted, and her bare toes looked like pomegranate seeds.
The entire body was practically sacrosanct.
But in the next second, those white garments were brutally torn away by Chuck.
"Since you call yourself the Observer, does that mean every time I was at home fucking pussy, you were secretly watching?"
[That is the very purpose of my existence.]
"Then you shouldn't be called the Observer. You should be called the Voyeur, shouldn't you?"
Chuck let out a low laugh, his hands violently seizing her snowy-white breasts. They were about half a size smaller than Julia's but even whiter and more tender. One in each hand was a perfect fit; the tactile feel was top-tier.
He lowered his head to take one of the crystalline pink dates into his mouth, while his other hand rudely probed between her legs.
Soft, warm, and as expected, completely hairless and smooth, with a slightly moist touch.
But when Chuck pinched that soft, slippery "happy bean" (clitoris) and applied a little pressure...
His brow furrowed.
Normally, when he reached this point, most women would have a reaction. Especially the most sensitive spot; someone as sensitive as Valentina would have started squirting immediately.
But this body remained completely unresponsive, as if his applying pressure didn't even exist.
Instead of discouraging him, this only made the fire in his eyes burn brighter.
Interesting.
Chuck narrowed his eyes, releasing the unresponsive bean and pressing his fingers together, ruthlessly probing deep inside.
It was warm and slick, the sensation of the touch was ultimate, with layers upon layers of flesh tightening around his fingers. Chuck's fingertips could clearly feel the circular ring of the hymen, yet even upon reaching such a point...
There was still no reaction.
The white-haired woman's snowy body lay motionless beneath Chuck. No light screen text appeared, not even a single character.
It was as if Chuck's fingers were merely a breeze over a lake, failing to stir even a ripple.
Chuck's eye twitched as a surge of anger rose in his chest.
He yanked his fingers out and quickly stripped off his clothes. His thick, long, scalding giant dragon was already bulging with veins, ready for action.
[I assume you intend to fuck me ruthlessly now, correct?]
"You're too smart for your own good. Anything else to say?"
Chuck grabbed the woman's snowy jade legs, yanking them wide apart and pinning her into an M-shape. He aimed at the smooth, tight jade cave and spoke in a low voice.
[Show no mercy. Do not fear that I cannot withstand it. For if you do so, you will surely fail.]
"Hahaha, you sure like to talk big."
Chuck let out a laugh of anger, but he immediately tensed his entire body as she wished. He slammed his waist down, using immense force on the very first entry.
Squelch—!
With a crisp smack, Chuck drove the entire length home in one brutal thrust, mercilessly stretching open the thin membrane and bottoming out against the softest depths.
He looked down; blood slowly seeped out, proving the virginity of this nearly unreal, white-tender body.
[Mmh... it is indeed large.]
Seeing the light screen, Chuck's eye twitched again.
"It's indeed large" and that's it?
Since landing on the island, Chuck had fucked over a dozen women. When had he ever suffered such an insult?
"From now on, I'm getting serious!"
Chuck spoke coldly, and then immediately engaged maximum power!
His sturdy waist thrusted like a pile driver, not only at incredible speed but with full range of motion. With every stroke, he pulled back until only the dragon head remained before plunging the entire length back against her jade hips without reservation. He moved so fast he almost created afterimages.
Yet, despite Chuck going at full throttle, the white-haired woman's body remained quiet on the bed. Her face above the snowy neck was still shrouded in light, but every inch of skin below the neck showed no trace of a flush. The tender flesh inside, though slick and tight, was as still as a stagnant pool...
Chuck's crazed jackhammering didn't even make her body tremble once. The air before him remained empty of text.
Seeing this, Chuck panted heavily. His movements didn't stop, but cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.
He finally realized the woman wasn't joking on the light screen.
This level of endurance far exceeded any woman he had favored before. Whether it was the battle-hardened Julia or the physically robust Janet, under the assault of his giant dragon, they would be screaming and squirting all over the bed within a single round of a heavy fuck.
But this woman didn't have any reaction at all...
Powerful.
This was pure power...
[The Necromancer modified her body and genes, significantly enhancing the sexual capacity of this body as a female.]
Only now did Chuck truly feel the weight of those words.
The true will to battle ignited in his eyes.
From this moment on, he would no longer view this female form as a woman, but as a powerful enemy—an existence equal to a Lord-class BOSS!
He let out a low roar, grabbing her snowy legs and hoisting them high onto his shoulders in his favorite breeding posture. Her white buttocks were completely lifted, ensuring every attack could reach the deepest "palace gate."
In the next instant, both of Chuck's thighs expanded!
Blood Qi Mastery LV.5! Activate!
Chuck's waist muscles tightened to the limit, veins bulging. He unleashed the ultimate sexual technique he had developed since landing on the island.
True Secret Art—Muscle-Enhanced No-Breath Consecutive Pounding (Breeding Womb-Piercing Version)!!!
The giant dragon began stabbing frantically like a high-speed pile driver. Every strike carried a whistle that tore through the air, moving so fast it was nearly invisible to the naked eye—only a blurred afterimage remained!
Accompanied by the dense sound of impacts like a torrential downpour, every time the dragon head bottomed out, it would fiercely crash through the deepest palace gate, grinding ruthlessly into the body's jade womb before being forcibly scraped back out.
The white bedsheets were scattered everywhere by the force. Juices sprayed uncontrollably like tap water, soaking the sheets beneath them. The white jade feet on Chuck's shoulders, the white bed, and even the entire pure white space were trembling slightly.
This had completely exceeded the limits of human or even animal copulation. This intensity would be enough to make any mortal woman foam at the mouth and die within seconds.
Finally—
The white-haired woman's body gave a sudden, violent jolt.
A faint flush began to creep up her snowy neck. For the first time, a trembling light screen appeared before Chuck.
[...Mmh?]
Though it was only a brief question mark, it sent Chuck into a frenzy. His eyes turned red with excitement. He let out a low roar, seizing the weakness he had just found, and kicked his thrusting speed up another notch!
The giant dragon stabbed crazily at a speed that almost generated sparks. The bulge in her snowy lower abdomen barely had time to recede.
[I... feel something...]
The characters on the light screen began to shake more violently. The woman's snowy waist slowly arched uncontrollably, and her lower half—scalding from the friction—experienced its first slight spasm, actively clamping down on Chuck's giant dragon.
Chuck felt a jolt at his waist. The intense contraction and squeezing almost made him lose control. While secretly shocked, he quickly caught his breath and continued his crazed pounding.
Time ticked by.
Ten minutes... twenty minutes... thirty minutes...
Chuck's hands death-gripped the base of her snowy thighs. Sweat fell in large drops onto her white breasts, and the veins on his forehead bulged further.
At the thirty-eighth minute, Chuck fired his first shot. The scalding, thick Energy Essence instantly filled her snowy abdomen. Sticky white fluid overflowed from the edges, trickling down her snowy buttock cleavage.
Normally, after each eruption, Chuck would rest for a minute or two before switching people. But this opponent allowed him no such leisure. The moment the pleasure subsided, he resumed his crazed pounding without a second's pause. The giant dragon moved with intense squelching sounds, acting like an aerator to generate a massive amount of dense white foam.
The red flush on the woman's body became more dense, and her trembling grew more pronounced. Her feet on Chuck's shoulders began to unconsciously curl their toes, and the intermittent twitching and grinding became increasingly intense.
Forty-fifth minute, Chuck's second eruption.
Sixty-second minute, the third.
Eighty-first minute, the fourth.
With every eruption, Chuck pushed her snowy abdomen higher and rounder. The veins beneath her translucent skin were almost visible. The words on the light screen became more numerous and dense.
[The inside is all yours... it feels so full...]
[Keep going, do not stop, do not stop!]
At the hundred-and-second minute, a snowy, warm hand suddenly hooked around Chuck's neck. His vision was blurred by his own sweat, but he still saw the first exclamation mark appear on the light screen!
Finally!
After four consecutive loads, this wooden-man-like thing was finally going to fucking come!
Chuck's eyes were bloodshot, sweat flowing wildly down his sturdy chest. The snowy feet on his shoulders had been rubbed red by his neck, similarly covered in sweat. The muscles in his waist were nearing exhaustion; the high-intensity continuous output had pushed his capillaries to the limit.
This was the final sprint!
At the hundred-and-seventh minute, Chuck gave his fifth eruption.
Thanks to Chuck's talent and potion enhancements, even the fifth load remained intense and scalding. And it was then, while Chuck was in the middle of erupting...
The woman in white gave a sudden, massive jolt!
In that moment, her unrealistically white skin was instantly flushed red from her neck to her heels. Her lower half suddenly seemed to come alive; layers upon layers of tender flesh clamped Chuck's giant dragon death-tight, like countless strong, tiny mouths!
[Ahhhh! It feels so good!!]
The light screen before Chuck exploded with exclamation marks, and the text even turned an exaggerated pink!
[I am coming... COMING!!!]
At that exact moment, a series of prompt screens appeared before Chuck.
[Congratulations! You have completed your final mission before the countdown ended! The Filter Trial has officially concluded!]
[From now on, the frequency and intensity of extreme weather on the island will return to a normal natural state. The Workshop exclusive bonus has changed! The countdown is removed, and the frozen 'death endings' are collapsed and eliminated.]
[Workshop Exclusive Bonus—Lord of Beyond (???)]
[Bonus Effect: Immortal and Eternal]
As the screens flickered before Chuck, the woman's waist arched into a crescent moon shape. Her snowy buttocks lifted frantically, and in her first-ever climax, she proactively pressed herself against Chuck.
However, Chuck had reached his limit.
Even with his powerful physical attributes, after nearly two hours of maximum-intensity rapid-fire jackhammering and five eruptions in a short span without any hydration or nutrients, his body finally succumbed to fatigue.
As Chuck withdrew his friction-reddened giant dragon, the massive amount of thick fluid accumulated from five eruptions sprayed out wildly like incontinence, splattering all over their thighs, the sheets, and the white floor beside the bed.
[The Beyond... has been achieved...]
The pink light screen trembled and floated out for the last time. The woman's slender waist twitched twice in the air before slowly falling back.
[Well done, Chuck. You have finally fulfilled your mission.]
Chuck sat on the edge of the bed, panting heavily. Looking at the light screen text that had returned to its normal color, he couldn't help but frown in annoyance.
"I huffed and puffed for two hours, and that's your only comment?"
[I told you, the sexual capacity of this body has been significantly enhanced. With your performance just now, that is indeed all there is to say.]
"Tch."
Seeing this, Chuck clicked his tongue in frustration, feeling incredibly depressed in his heart.
[No need to be discouraged. If you want a higher evaluation, you will have countless opportunities in the future.]
"Ha, I was coming back even if you didn't say it. Just you wait and see."
Chuck rolled his neck, then got off the bed on one leg. He was about to hop to the corner of the room to pick up the foot he had just "lost," but suddenly he froze.
He saw that his originally severed left foot, at some unknown point...
Had actually grown back!
[You didn't seem to look closely. Just now, you received the most powerful part of the power left behind by the Necromancer. From now on, your body has transcended the boundary between life and death.]
"..."
Chuck reopened the light screen. Only then did he see the "Immortal and Eternal" four words at the end of the newly changed bonuses in the Workbench panel.
He was satisfied, but not overly surprised. After all, eternal life was already within his expectations. Adding a self-healing effect didn't make things too different.
He stood on the floor and walked a few steps randomly, feeling the strange sensation of his regained limb. Chuck shook his head. Before leaving, he approached the bed once more.
He reached out and gently stroked the smooth, snowy-white body, looking at the ball of light above the snowy neck, and asked in a low voice.
"You said before that this was the price... so how do I eliminate it? How do I restore your freedom?"
...
Noon, the sun was shining brightly.
Chuck walked leisurely out of the cave, standing at the edge of the hot spring platform, looking up at the sky.
He felt the sky was incredibly clear, and the sunlight was more brilliant than ever.
He knew it wasn't an illusion.
The trial known as "Filtering" was over. Now, he had become the master of this world.
From now on, his goal was no longer survival, but development and reproduction.
As for that white-haired woman...
Chuck turned his head, looking back into the dark cave, a trace of annoyance flashing in his eyes.
Today was certainly the happiest day since he landed on the island, but it was also the day he felt the most unwilling.
Before he left, the woman in white told Chuck the method to let her leave that pure white space and obtain her freedom.
It was on that bed, as a male, to completely conquer her.
The final trial of "Filtering" was to make her reach the peak. Chuck had used every trick in his book to achieve that, but clearly, it was still far from "conquest."
Very well...
The days ahead are long. I was just worried about not finding a goal.
Chuck turned his head and walked slowly down the mountain, his face full of excitement.
...
When Chuck walked back lively and kicking without his cane, the women in the house, unsurprisingly, let out excited screams one after another and threw themselves onto him.
The dust had settled. From now on, this island would no longer be a dangerous place full of despair and death, but would completely become their paradise. Chuck had no reason to hide these things from his harem anymore.
Thus, summoning everyone in the house, including the women from the north of the island, Chuck sat at the dining table with a cup of tea and told them everything from start to finish in one breath.
From the series of events starting in the future world, to the reasons they and he landed on the island, the meaning of the island's existence, the hardships and dangers he encountered along the way, and finally, how he had just used the five crystals to open the stone door in the volcano, battled a mysterious white-haired woman for a full two hours, and finally ended everything...
All of it, unreservedly. Even though he didn't go into detail, he even told them the secret he had been hiding: that he possessed a "Cheat" capable of building and synthesizing.
Julia, Gu Yitong, Gu Momo, Janet, Valentina, Kaede, Kaoru, Jiang Qi, Liu Siyao... and the island-north women—one pair of astonished eyes after another, one stunned face after another—stared at Chuck in an eerie silence.
Finally, a voice broke the silence.
"I didn't quite understand... but in short, from now on, we just need to keep having sex with Darling and have many, many babies for Darling, right?"
As Julia finished speaking, she was the first to come to Chuck's side. She pulled a chair over to sit down, intimately linking her arm with his, her small face pressing tightly against his shoulder.
"Having babies... don't we need to prepare properly? Can we just have them whenever we want..."
Jiang Qi sat on Chuck's other side, also linking her arm with his, poking her head out to look at Julia with a hint of shyness and nervousness on her face.
"I only know that if we want babies, we have to get pregnant first."
The red-haired mature Western mare straddled Chuck's lap directly. Her mature, seductive face wore a captivating smirk as she yanked her clothes up. Amidst the gasps of the women, that pair of snowy-white, massive meat-peaks Duang-ed out, with milk slightly seeping out, burying Chuck's face tightly between them.
"Tch!"
Seeing this, Gu Yitong, who was already eager to start, showed a trace of irritation on her dignified and beautiful face, her red lips clicking her tongue slightly.
"Don't be angry, Gu. First come, first served."
Accompanied by Janet reaching one hand between Chuck's legs, skillfully undoing his belt, and grasping that already scalding and high-spirited giant dragon. While looking at Yitong with a smile, she slowly aimed it at the overflowing mature jade cave between her legs, and sat her fleshy buttocks down—
"Oh..."
Pussy and dick were tightly joined, and the air temperature in the room rose sharply.
The expressions of the surrounding women became increasingly suggestive. One by one, clothes slid off. Snowy-white silhouettes surrounded Chuck, with female fragrance and milky scent permeating the air, moans and gasps intertwining.
An unprecedented carnival party was about to begin.
"Sigh..."
Valentina, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed, shook her head helplessly at the sight.
Needless to say, such scenes in the house would likely only become more frequent and more commonplace from now on.
But then, she bit her lower lip, feeling her lower abdomen grow increasingly hot. After a moment of hesitation, she turned and stepped into the room, walking slowly towards the man surrounded in the center.
Deep beneath the volcano in the pure white space, the snowy-white figure lying on the bed suddenly had her toes curl slightly, and her legs instinctively clamped tight. After just a moment, those slender, jade-carved fingers unconsciously probed between her legs.
Accompanied by the sounds of sticky water, she began to stir slowly.