Gazing at the distant nebula, I let out a long breath. Finally, I can live freely with my ladies. But I'm out here alone. Though I named Feilong as crown prince, he's still green—barely twenty. Xue'er, my dear wife, wasn't comfortable leaving our vast empire to a youth. No choice but to leave my wives behind.
I'm in the most mysterious, uncharted part of the known universe—the Black Hole Zone. No one knows what's inside. Explorers who ventured here never returned. It's a one-way trip. The name says it all: a region teeming with black holes, each spaced just right. A cosmic marvel—most star systems are lucky to have one, but here, there are hundreds.
Asteroids float here, smooth as glass. No big chunks in the Black Hole Zone. Caught in the balance between black holes, they jitter and collide, edges worn soft by eons of grinding.
Cosmic theory claims black holes link different universes. No one's seen it, let alone tried. What's on the other side? Burning curiosity urges me to peek. With my power, nothing in this universe can harm me. Getting lost? No worry—my locator pinpoints my position, and the teleporter can zap me back. All set, but go or not?
I hesitated before the Black Hole Zone. Who knows what's out there? Screw it. The energy here's rich—perfect for training. Damn, I'm an idiot. This place could boost the empire's cultivation like crazy. I'll plan that later. For now, I'll test it myself.
Holy crap, the energy's insane! As I circulated my power, countless streams of energy swarmed me. So comfy, I could sit here forever. My fully energized body didn't fear overload—no risk of bursting. If anyone saw me, they'd see me cloaked in a seven-colored aura.
Suddenly, a massive pull yanked me. Snapping alert, I realized my cultivation had disrupted the zone's balance, sucking me into a black hole. I tried teleporting out, but energy surged, and the black hole dragged me faster. Like a leaf falling without a branch to cling to, I had no anchor. My head spun, and I blacked out.
Damn, where am I now? That's all I recalled before fading.
Pain. Dizziness. My head's never hurt like this. Since unlocking my Dragon Clan genes and breaking human limits, this was my first injury. I circulated my energy—my meridians held more, purer qi than ever. My body was unharmed. As I tried to check my surroundings, dizziness hit, and I passed out again.
"!@#$$%#@" What's that noise? I groggily opened my eyes. A topless woman stood before me, face painted like an Earth Indian. Heh, dreaming of beauties? Her odd attire didn't fool me—with hundreds of wives, I know beauty.
She saw my eyes open and leaned down, arms outstretched. Staring at her approaching, uh, assets, I thought, Is she gonna feed me? She lifted my head, resting it on her soft chest, and brought a water-like container to my lips. Sweet—not sugary, but a unique sweetness.
This ain't a dream. I pinched my thigh—pain. Real. Did the black hole spit me onto Earth, in some American Indian tribe? But it didn't add up. I nuzzled her chest, then froze as realization struck like lightning. Indians don't go topless! I studied her—silver-white hair. How'd I miss that? Her skin was similar, though.
"￥%%￥…" She spoke happily, seeing me stare. I didn't catch a word, but her genuine joy was clear. Noticing my confusion, she pointed urgently, gesturing. Hand signs—universal, right? Nope. My 200-plus IQ couldn't crack it.
Seeing her struggle, I used mental magic—Mind Reading. No language needed. She paused briefly, sensing it.
Her thoughts revealed I was on the Barbaric Wilderness Continent, a place with no nations, only tribes, like Earth's prehistoric era.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, her words now clear.
"Kinda… hungry," I said, stumbling over the unfamiliar tongue. Understanding was one thing; speaking, another.
"I'll get you food!" Thrilled I understood and replied, she gently lowered my head and ran out. This tribe's paradise for perverts. Her grass skirt flashed her bare backside as she moved. Moments later, she returned. I hoped for another show, but a second layer covered her front. I sighed.
"We didn't hunt much today. Just this left," she said shyly, offering a palm-sized piece of roasted meat. I tasted it—decent, better with salt. I wolfed it down in a few bites. Looking up to thank her, I caught her swallowing hard, eyes on the meat.
Idiot! In this primitive world, food's scarce. That was likely her day's ration. I'd assumed I was in the empire, not thinking. My storage rings held tons of food. For this trip, I'd packed three super-space rings: one with rifles, space planes, tanks, and small ships; two with machines, seeds, food, and water. Why? If I met another civilization, I'd gift them stuff. I'd brought half the empire's inventory.
I pulled out two mineral waters, a meat sandwich, four roast chickens, and condiments. "Come, eat," I called. No reaction. Glancing up, she gaped at me. Heh, pulling food from thin air? They'll think I'm a god. Sure enough, she asked cautiously, "Are you a god?"
"Nah, but close. My relation to gods is like your tribe to another," I explained. I live with the God Clan, after all.
"So, you're a god!" she said, quick on the uptake. "Eat, it'll get cold," I urged. Seeing her hesitation, I pulled her over, handing her food. "It's all yours. Eat."
"All for me?" Staring at the fragrant food, starving all day, she looked at me, disbelieving. Food was precious—men ate their fill, women and kids got scraps.
I smiled. "Yup, eat." Reassured, she dug in. A forearm-long sandwich vanished, then a chicken. Full, she burped, blushing under my amused gaze.
"Full?" I asked softly.
"Stuffed! Never ate anything this good," she said, beaming. My easygoing vibe erased her awe of "gods."
"What's your name? You saved me, right?" I asked.
"I'm Duo'er Duo," she said softly. "My sister and I found you by the water, lying there." Tribes prioritized feeding men, so women and kids foraged for fruits, small animals, or fish. Some went to the tribe, but they'd been hungry, fishing, when they found me.
"Gotta thank you proper," I said, kissing her cheek. She blushed but accepted it. Whoops, I treated her like my woman. Hope this habit doesn't stir trouble. Tribes like these have strict rules—on Earth, some Chinese minorities forbade men from touching women's hands or headgear, or you'd marry them. Another wife? Fine by me, but what if she's taken? Might mean a duel.
"Duo'er Duo, where's your sister?" I changed the subject.
"She's fishing by the water," she replied.
"Sorry you went hungry," I said.
"It's fine. Without your food, we'd have starved. We never eat enough—just a small piece of meat daily." No wonder she's so petite.
"Don't worry. With me, Feitian, you'll never go hungry," I declared, thumping my chest. Letting my savior starve? I'd rather die.
Duo'er Duo's eyes sparkled as she threw herself into my arms. "Feitian, from today, you're mine and my sister's man!"
What the—? I'd worried about complications, but this shocked me. A meal snags two wives, delivered on a platter? Gods, you messing with me? Her words hit my nerves hard. Seeing my silence, she asked, worried, "Don't you like me and my sister?"
I patted her head. "Nah, I was worried your tribe wouldn't approve." She relaxed. "No way. Here, if you like each other, you're together." I sighed in relief—nothing to stop me. Duo'er Duo nestled happily in my arms. (No more food worries—found a golden meal ticket, heh.) My hand grazed her soft chest. She gasped, eyes hazy, her heat nearly melting me.
Just then, a girl, Duo'er Duo's spitting image, burst in. "Sis, look! I caught a big fish!" Seeing us entangled, she tossed the fish and exclaimed, "You're awake!" She pounced like her sister.
"You're our man now!" Same line? She stroked my face. "Never seen a man so grand and beautiful." Damn, I'm being seduced by sisters. It reminded me of the China-Vietnam War, when Vietnamese women crossed borders to "steal" men. Same vibe.
"Duo'er Hua, you hungry? Our man gave us food," Duo'er Duo said, climbing off to pass her sister the leftover sandwich and chicken. Duo'er Hua ate eagerly. "So good! Never tasted anything like it." Her eating manners weren't pretty—hard to match her beauty.
"Slow down," Duo'er Duo said, patting her back and handing her water. "Ladies, can you not call me 'our man'? It's weird. Call me Feitian, Tian, or husband," I said.
"What's a wife?" Duo'er Duo asked, puzzled. I kissed her lips. "Calling 'our man' is clunky. Where I'm from, 'husband' means your man, 'wife' means my woman. Simpler, right?"
They nodded. "Got it, husband!" "So full, husband. Your food's amazing," Duo'er Hua said, rubbing her pale belly, her chest bouncing.
"I'll grill the fish for tonight," Duo'er Hua said, standing. "Wait," Duo'er Duo handed her a long grass weave. Duo'er Hua happily wrapped her chest. "What's that? You didn't wear it before," I asked, curious.
"We're your women now. Only you can see this," Duo'er Hua said. What rule is this? Unmarried girls bare it all, but wives cover up? This place's customs are wild.
No way my women wear flimsy grass that flashes everything. "Forget that. I've got better." I dug out two women's tight casual outfits, shoes, socks, bras, and panties. Why'd Xue'er pack these?
"Husband, what's this? For holding water?" Duo'er Hua asked, holding a bra. Facepalm. "It's like your sister's grass wrap, but comfier," I explained.
"Oh!" They fiddled, clueless. I had to dress them myself. "Wow, so comfy, Sis!" Duo'er Hua cheered.
"I'll grill the fish," I said, picking up the pound-sized mystery fish. No knives—everything was stone. Stone Age? But their looks matched modern humans. Mind Reading showed their brains were like ours. Why the gap? They had names, rare for primitives. It felt feudal, but production was Stone Age, like Earth's jungle tribes. Whatever. Grill first.
I stepped out, my first look at this planet. Towering trees, a bald rocky mountain in the distance, a winding stream ahead—the "water" they mentioned. My grass hut, a triangular setup with wooden stakes to fend off beasts, was one of about two hundred, big and small, clustered together. I inhaled deeply. This planet's aura is rich.
I grilled the fish with fire magic, sprinkled condiments, and called, "My women, ready? Fish time!" I mimicked their tone. The aroma drew them out. Even I, used to beauties, froze. Without face paint, they rivaled Xue'er, brimming with ethereal, forest-elf charm.
"Husband, we not pretty?" Duo'er Duo asked shyly.
"My women are gorgeous. Eat," I said, waving the skewered fish. "Too full," Duo'er Hua said, patting her belly.
"Husband, can we save it for tonight?" Duo'er Duo asked. "No problem. Wife's word is law," I said, handing her the fish.
"Step back," I told them. Using wind magic, I cleared the old hut, then pulled out a Mongolian yurt-sized tent. It fit the space with room to spare. We set it up—a high-tech survival tent for soldiers, ventilated, waterproof, fireproof, corrosion-resistant, and laser-proof. Once inflated, it was wall-solid. Here, it was a fortress—no beast could breach it.
The sisters gawked in awe. I had them wait outside for a surprise. The tent had four rooms: bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and a large command/living room. I furnished it with beds, sofas, a vanity, a screen computer—everything from my ring. Outside, I dug a drainage ditch and a septic pit, covered with alloy plastic and soil.
It took half an hour. "Done, my women. Check our new home!" I called.
"Wow, so pretty!" Duo'er Hua squealed. The tent glowed with a faint natural scent. The 24-square-meter living room had a blue dinosaur-leather sofa and a coffee table. They touched everything, marveling. "So comfy," Duo'er Duo said, lying on the bedroom's big bed, eyes closed.
"Sis, what's this beast hide? So warm!" Duo'er Hua said, holding a furry blanket. Wives, if this impresses you, what'd you call the palace?
"Heh, this is low-end. Couldn't bring the big stuff," I said. Huge items wouldn't fit. "What? This isn't good? Look at our tribe's huts!" Duo'er Duo gasped, then hugged my neck. "But our husband's a god—got better." She flopped back on the bed, far cozier than their grass mats.
"Ladies, I'm bathing. You in?" I felt grimy after days here. "Sure, but the water's crowded now," Duo'er Duo said.
I pulled her close. "We'll bathe at home." In the bathroom, I used water magic to fill the tank outside. They were unfazed by my tricks now—today was too wild. With energy crystals, power was no issue. This tent was as comfy as my Flying Dragon Star room.
I didn't expect their devotion. Once claimed, these women revolved around their man. As I entered the bathroom, they stripped and followed. I had them soak in the tub while I showered. It took two hours.
Wrapped in towels like modern women, they emerged, drying their hair. "Husband, what're you doing?" they asked. "Something cool—movies from my home," I said.
"What's a movie?" they asked, puzzled.
"It's recording your actions to show others. Watch," I said, setting the voice program to translate into their language.
"Wow, weird!" "Sis, that guy's got horns!" "He's got wings!" They squealed, voices echoing from the living room.
"Ladies, dinner time," I said, serving the meal. They snapped out of their awe. I handed each a bowl of rice. "What's this? So good!" They ate plain rice.
"Rice needs dishes for flavor," I said, demonstrating. "True!" they marveled.
"Where're your parents?" I asked, lounging on the sofa, watching movies post-dinner.
"They died. Beasts attacked," Duo'er Duo said sadly. I patted them. "Don't be sad. I'll care for you. How long do people here live?"
"About forty. Women last to forty-four," Duo'er Hua said cheerfully. Too short. "I'll teach you something to live long—near forever," I said, kissing them. Can't let my wives die.
"Really?" Duo'er Duo looked up, excited.
"Would I lie?" I took two drops of Life Essence from my ring, feeding each a drop—enough for their bodies. Even without training, they'd live millennia. I helped them absorb it with my energy, guiding them through cultivation cycles.
"Husband, what's this? Feels weird but nice," Duo'er Hua said, waking from meditation. "It's cultivation. Makes you strong, powerful," I explained.
"I'll teach you another technique, but only with me. Remember," I said, hands roaming. They gasped, "What is it?" I pulled them close. "You'll love it." Before they reacted, I kissed their lips, savoring their youthful scent.
After a night of "hard work," I slept sweetly with them. "Duo'er Duo, what's that noise?" I asked, patting her hip. "Husband, I'll check," she said, dressing and leaving. The tent's soundproofing couldn't block my senses.
"Husband, it's the chief!" she rushed back. Just that? Our standout tent was bound to draw eyes. "Babe, up. The chief's here. Prep," I said, squeezing Duo'er Hua's softness.
"Lemme sleep," she mumbled, exhausted from last night. I told Duo'er Duo, "Tidy the living room. Prep these fruits and meats on plates." I pulled items from my ring for guests. With gentle prodding, Duo'er Hua got up to meet them.
Opening the door, I saw a crowd—three to four hundred people. Duo'er Hua rubbed her eyes. "Chief, what's up?" Even her tribe, used to her, was stunned by her dolled-up look. The chief, a burly man, snapped to, eyeing me.
"Who're you?" he asked, sizing me up.
"Chief, he's me and Sis's man," Duo'er Hua said, hugging my arm. The chief gaped. "Where's our guest from? You don't look like Barbaric Wilderness folk." Sharp guy. (Chronicler's note: "Duh, you wear clothes, they wear grass skirts. Obvious.")
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