I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

Elvaraden Palace

Inside a bedchamber full of colorful flower pots and dangling vine curtains, the doors were sealed tight, shutting out all the attending maids and leaving only two people inside. 

A pinkish atmosphere that arouses lascivious thoughts painted the room, but contrary to people's expectations, only the Elf King was lying on the soft flower bed.

He appeared to be having a sweet dream—a sweet dream full of carnal desires.

The Elf King spread his seeds of life, impregnated hundreds of elven beauties, expanded his bloodline, and raised the tribe to the peak of prosperity.

Alas, everything was nothing more than a dream. 

Empress Una watched everything happen inside the Elf King's dream from the tea table, and a trace of disdain appeared on her supple lips.

The realm of lust was her domain. 

Once she grabs hold out a person's weakness, it isn't difficult to drag them into her dream world of carnal desires and grant their deepest wishes—even if that person was realms above her level.

"It's a little disappointing that a Peak-stage Spirit Manifestation Realm cultivator only has this little bit of ambition," Empress Una commented with contempt.

The Elf King was truly pathetic.

Even for an elf, his tool was on the smaller side of the spectrum. Coupled with his lackluster ability to reproduce, he might as well be impotent.

"It seems like no other man can compare to the Dark Lord," Empress Una muttered with a disinterested look. 

However, the World Tree's tremor suddenly made her look up, and a solemn look shortly appeared on her face.

"He is back!"

Empress Una immediately shot to her feet and began planning for her escape. If she gets caught, everything will be over.

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"Strange… Where's the Heavenly Tribulation? Is it not coming anymore?"

Looking up at the clear sky without any sign of changes from atop the World Tree, Albion began to wonder if the Heavenly Tribulation ran away for good, never coming back.

"P-please have mercy on this poor tree…" the World Tree's spirit pleaded with trembling words. 

Normally, the Heavenly Tribulation was a grand event that should only be experienced once in a lifetime.

Once is an opportunity, twice is a calamity, and thrice means the heavens want you dead.

Although the World Tree did not know how Albion withstood the last Heavenly Tribulation, it viewed him as a monster. 

Even if he was tired of living, it wasn't.

It didn't want to experience the third Heavenly Tribulation.

"Amitabha, Amitabha… Never force anything. Just let it be… If it's meant to be, let it be… O, merciful heaven… benevolent heaven… have mercy on the ignorant who do not know better…"

The World Tree began speaking nonsense, causing Albion to be taken aback with a dumbfounded look.

"…Did you become a Buddhist monk after losing most of your leaves or something? What on earth are you chanting?" Albion asked.

"Don't interrupt me. I'm praying for my f*cking life."

"…"

Albion was speechless. 

After a moment, he scratched his head wryly. "The last Heavenly Tribulation must have hit you pretty hard, huh? No pun intended."

"…"

The World Tree's spirit rolled its spiritual eyes at Albion's remark and continued praying for the Heavenly Tribulation not to come.

It would be a fool to believe his words.

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Free Reign: 2H 00M 00S

Time ticked before the system suddenly alerted Albion of his remaining duration in the unsealed state. 

'Seal.'

Albion's cultivation dropped down to the Mid-stage Spirit Refinement Realm, and the True Immortal's divine aura was retracted back into his body. 

"Haiz, alright, have fun. Don't miss me. I'm going to leave now," Albion said with a soft sigh. 

He needed to quickly raise his soul to the True Immortal level and resolve the incompatibility between his body and soul. 

Otherwise, it would always weigh down on his mind.

After bidding farewell, Albion slowly descended from the World Tree with his mental power, and his body glided like it was weightless.

The World Tree couldn't be happier to see him leave. 

It was as if its prayers had been answered.

'Go, go, go! Go and never come back!' the World Tree's spirit cheered.

…

'I was unexpectedly gone for an entire night. I wonder how Fenriri is doing. If those fools touched my cute little wolf-girl, there will be blood to pay,' Albion thought. 

'Kill, kill, kill! Kill to your heart's content!'

A powerful urge to massacre the entire elf tribe suddenly overwhelmed Albion. Even the Dark Emperor's voice was seemingly heard like the devil's whisper.

'Ugh…'

Albion briefly paused his descent in midair, shut his eyes, and pinched between his brows with a frown to relax his nerves.

After a short while, the strong feeling of bloodlust vanished.

'I've absorbed too many memory fragments recently that I'm even starting to hear things. This is a sign that I should slow down. I have to improve my soul without relying on the memory fragments of the Dark Emperor's soul,' Albion mused. 

There was two option for him. 

The first was to continue practicing the Asura Empyrean Arts and enjoy the soul-nurturing benefits it provides. 

But, although the Asura Empyrean Arts was a supreme technique, he felt that the improvement on the soul was still too slow.

He should focus on the second option. 

'I need to make soul enhancement pills. But to make these pills, I first need to obtain the necessary ingredients.' 

Only Yin-attribute spirit herbs possessed special properties for soul nourishment, and such spirit herbs can't be found anywhere on Earth. 

'I could go back to the Netherfrost Blizzard Realm to search, but there's an even better place in mind,' Albion's eyes flickered. 

But before that, he had to resolve the current problems. 

Swish—!

Just as Albion's presence in the sky began to draw the elves' attention, his figure suddenly disappeared in a quick flash. 

Willow's Secret was surrounded and sealed off by troops, but Albion slipped past and easily entered the building from the upper floor's balcony.

Upon his return, Fenriri was found eating with great gusto and joy before her eyes brightened at his presence.

"Master, you're back!" Fenriri exclaimed happily.

She didn't have the look and awareness of someone who should be worried about getting captured by the troops outside.

'Seems like I was worried over nothing.'

Albion smiled wryly.