Chương 1240: 1240 A potential windfall

Sandwiched between four nymphs, a young man winced as he heard the communication crystal on his nightstand blow up. Startled from his slumber, the young man groggily reached out, fumbling for the crystal.

The four creatures of beauty and grace, stirred around him, all of them naked and exhausted from no doubt the previous night's activities.

The young man also looked equally exhausted and did not have any mood to get out of the comfortable heaven, snuggled between soft luscious mounds.

However, the crystal continued to blare without mercy, its light piercing the dim tranquility of the room with urgent flashes.

Finally, his fingers clasped the cool, smooth surface of the communication crystal. He lifted it, the light casting strange, dancing shadows across the room.

With a deep breath to steady his nerves and clear the fog of sleep, he activated the device.

Dante knew that it had to be important because only the managers of his multiple pill houses had access to this communication crystal.

"Report," he said, his voice still thick with sleep but underlined with an authority that suggested his slumbering companions were more than mere happenstance.

The voice that crackled from the crystal was tense and urgent.

"Esteemed Grandmaster, we've encountered a pill on your list. Your guidance is needed immediately."

"Hmmm? What pill?" Dante replied with disinterest.

"A soul-healing pill."

Dante's demeanor shifted instantly at the mention of a soul-healing pill. His posture straightened, the fog of sleepiness disappearing as if it had never been.

"Which house?" He stood up in shock.

Dante licked his lips in anxiety as he had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Thanks to the damned tutorial from hell, he was now badly wounded and damaged.

He had somehow escaped the godforsaken apocalypse and ran away to this distant corner of the myriad realms, thanks to the teleportation token he had obtained to this heaven.

Sure, it was a pit of sin and indulgence. So what?

He had a cushy life here. He loved it. He had made himself a small nest in this wondrous heaven and spent every single day living the best life he could ever ask for. Everything was just fine and dandy. However, he had a big problem.

His soul was so weak that it was about to completely disappear. He needed a soul-healing pill badly. Any soul-healing pill would do.

He had been searching for the damn thing for weeks and months and now it has almost been two years and yet he hadn't found even a whisper of one until this moment.

Dante had even begun to think that all of this was karmic retribution for his abandoning his world and fleeing to save his skin. Even his soul was further weakened because he had used a teleportation token in his condition to move between two worlds.

But now… finally… there was light at the end of the tunnel!

With the urgency of the situation propelling him, Dante quickly dressed, his movements sharp and decisive. The nymphs, sensing the shift in his demeanor, quietly retreated, their presence fading into the background as Dante's focus narrowed to the task at hand.

"Keep the seller there, I'm on my way. And ensure discretion, this matter is not to leave the walls of that pill house," Dante instructed firmly into the crystal before deactivating it.

He couldn't afford any leaks or rumors; soul-healing pills were sought after by many, and he needed to get his hands on this no matter what. His life depended on it.

Dante's cloak swirled around him as he strode out of the room, his mind a whirl of thoughts and strategies. As he moved through the corridors of his lavish residence, every servant and guard he passed bowed to him in respect.

His transport was readily waiting for him. Dante climbed aboard, nodding to the driver to proceed with haste. The streets blurred past as they made their way to the designated teleportation station.

From there it was only a matter of time before he arrived at the first island, which was infamously called the beginner's island. Only prudes and newly arrived wastrels wandered about on this island.

The truly notorious and devious beings ventured further into the heart of Nymphomania, where the realms of indulgence and power twisted together in a complex dance of desire and danger.

This was what made Dante extremely excited. If everything happened in his favor, he could potentially strike it big today.

Not only would he finally be able to get his hands on a soul-healing pill but he would also be able to get it cheap from some dumb naive country bumpkin of a third-grade world who came here to get his balls wet.

Dante's thoughts were interrupted by the bustling activity of the first island as many deviants swirled around him. He stepped out, his presence commanding immediate attention and respect.

However, he did not pay attention to anything as he headed straight for the pill house.

The pill house where the soul-healing pill awaited him was nestled in a quieter part of the island, a place where elites stood out from the more frivolous citizens of Nymphomania.

As he approached the small building of his booming business, the guards recognized him instantly, parting to allow him entry without a word.

The old man hurried over to him with a respectful bow, not showing any of his former attitude.

"Where is he?"

"He is in the back, esteemed Grandmaster."

"Has it been verified?" Dante asked immediately to which the old man nodded.

"I was only able to confirm it somewhat with my limited knowledge. I did not inform anyone else."

"You did good."

Without waiting Dante hurried inside. He opened the door of the VIP room and saw the black-robed figure, inconspicuously sitting alone. His heart sped up in anticipation.

This was it.

Please. Please. Please. Let it be real. He prayed inwardly and announced his arrival, only barely masking his desperation.

"Hello there, Ash."

Wait Ash? Dante had been so busy and preoccupied with finally finding the pill that he did not pay attention to the name of the person.

Suddenly he felt a prickling sensation that something was wrong and at the same time, the black-robed figure lifted his head and smiled at him.