[Mother of Monsters] was naturally unaware of Byron's thoughts. At this moment, the restraint of reason over desire had reached its limit.
She smelled Byron's scent, and the drool on her face was hard to conceal:
"There is a way to get out from the edge of the world.
Just capture enough Ghost Ships to drag the Ark back up.
Father of Monsters, come join me in birthing a monstrous army that can sweep through the edge of the world."
Rip—!
As she spoke, she used her irresistible great force to tear open Byron's Marshal uniform and white shirt, exposing his chiseled muscular body.
Her other hand had already grabbed Byron's belt, ready to push him down onto this thick branch and "feast" upon him.
The gap in raw power between the two was too vast; Byron had practically no resistance in her hands.
He hastily activated his newly chosen entry:
"Goddess, you also don't..."
As soon as he uttered a word, [Mother of Monsters] suddenly changed her expression and threatened him fiercely:
