Darius Supreme

As for who would inseminate Medea continuously, the answer was no one. He would artificially inseminate the Demi-Goddess repeatedly as that would be far faster and far more efficient than relying on the hip thrusts of some amateur.

He would sort out the sperm source once he returned to Safemoon. There were only one or two crucial things left to do before he would do just that.

As such, Darius handled them flawlessly before activating the Fast Travel mechanic to take him, Achilles, and Medea back to Safemoon. It was time for him to enter the second stage of his plan!

......…

In another location, a greenish mist wafted around a small village that looked like it could only house a group of peasants. However, all those buildings were eery and macabre, twisted by the most malevolent forces to become what they currently were.

Anyone who merely looked upon these houses risked sustaining spiritual damage, due to how asymmetrical and unnatural they were. However, for those who lived inside, they were far more inclined to such sights over the 'correctness' of the world due to their craft.

This was Salem, the holy site for witches!

In a central building near the center of Salem, there was an underground passage that wound through dark corridors and questionable corners.

At its end was a simple door that when opened would unveil a relatively neat room that smelled intoxicating and pure. It was neat, refined, and well arranged.

There were stacks of weird tomes and aged manuals arranged on a small shelf near the northwestern end of the room, while the edges were decorated with a circular patch of plants growing in humus.

The room itself was dome-shaped, and there was a small bed. Apart from a desk near the westernmost end of the room, as well as a cauldron right beside the desk, there was also a lovely carpet on the floor.

Currently, there was a small form on the bed that was seated in a meditative posture. This person looked to be around the age of eight, with a lock of greenish-black hair that had been left unkempt, with dark green rings around her eyes.

Her complexion was pale and she wore a simple green dress with no footwear.

The next moment, her eyes burst open, displaying murky brown pupils that hid a powerful mind behind it. However, this feeling was ruined when the form spat out a clod of blood, then gasped in pain.

"Interesting. Hearing my warning yet daring to still cross me. You were right that I was trying to track you during our communication, and cutting halfway has harmed me. Good." The young girl uttered to herself while wiping the blood on her lips crassly.

She then grinned widely. "However, if you think Witchcraft is only limited to this, then you are a fool."

After saying this much, she wasted no time and waved a hand. Immediately, one of the tomes on her shelf flew over and hovered before her, glowing in an eerie green light.

Her body was similarly enveloped in a dark green glow as her hair came to life, thrashing about like snakes. Her pupils disappeared behind a powerful green light that illuminated the pages of the tome before her as she began chanting at speeds that would make any listener dizzy.

Flashes of green light appeared around her as she got deeper into her chanting. A few minutes passed like this and the tome almost manifested the face of a man with the outline of a dragon behind him.

Aside from that were some indistinct outlines, a large one with a planet behind it and a svelte one with two symbols behind it. Just as these were about to solidify, the tome sparked with a black light.

The claw of a dragon manifested out of the green color and swiped at the young girl. Her face immediately changed to horror as she screamed.

"NO! PLEASE WAIT!!"

Alas, her screams fell on deaf ears as she got slammed into the cauldron behind her. She had no time to care about the dent in it, since the impact had crushed all of her bones. Blood came out from all of her orifices while she helplessly sunk into a life and death coma, her survival henceforth would be up to chance.

The dragon claw felt around for a bit before grabbing the tome that had summoned it, ripping it apart before retreating. The formerly neat room now looked as if a storm had passed through, only leaving the body of a young lass bleeding out on the floor.

..........

Yuli'ann Castoro pulled back his claw from the green portal manifested before him. He then flexed it and waved the blood on it away as he harrumphed.

"This Dragon Ancestor is still in a bad mood from seeing that cheap Goddess play with my feelings and you dare to scan for me or my bloodline inheritor? You must be mad."

He snorted coldly. After all, he would naturally protect the inheritor out there, because no one on this shitty planet was his match. He was so OP that even moving about too much would destabilize the planet.

Hm…

Yuli'ann paused.

'Haven't I become more active lately? How come the world isn't tremoring or anything like before?' He wondered.

He then swiped the air, tearing a hole in the fabric of reality that connected to Vena's astral room. Laying there lazily, the fellow breathed in a torrent of harmful Void Energy that wrecked the place up.

"WHO?! WHICH MOTHERFUCKER DARED TO RUIN MY SETUP!?" A terribly raspy and unsexy feminine voice screeched with hatred.

"Bitch girl Vena, your father is calling! Quickly run over to greet me with 300 kowtows!" Yuli'ann replied with a bored tone, as if her anger had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, the astral room became quiet, then exploded with energy that almost blew Yuli'ann off his dragonperch. The Dragon Ancestor was shocked by this, gazing at Vena who appeared from the portal with a violent expression.

She breathed in and out slowly, calming herself down before smiling so widely that her eyes could not be seen.

"Dear cousin Yuli'ann. How can I help you?"