Appearance: 92 minutes
Figure: 94 points
Quality: 99 points (one year of marriage)
Overall Score: 92 points
Exchange Rewards: 22 times
System Evaluation:Meets adopter standards. Devil Fruit Tree can grow after adoption.
"So it really works…"
Elric narrowed his eyes slightly as the system prompt faded from his vision.
His suspicion had been confirmed.
This woman—she had deliberately made herself look ugly.
Messy hair, a pale face deliberately smudged with dirt, oversized clothes hiding her curves… every detail screamed intentional concealment.
Why?
To avoid him?
That didn't quite make sense.
Elric was well known among the upper circles of the Ginkgo Club. He never hid the fact that he wanted to gather powerful and beautiful women under his command. He had even made it clear—no coercion, no abuse. Anyone who stayed with him would live better than they ever had.
So there was no reason for someone to go to such lengths just to hide.
Unless…
Elric's gaze shifted slightly.
Standing in front of the woman—Shasha—was a man gripping her wrist tightly, dragging her forward with nervous urgency.
Her husband.
That explained everything.
If her husband was afraid she'd be noticed, afraid she'd be taken, then hiding her beauty suddenly made perfect sense.
"But just because you don't want to pay the price," Elric murmured to himself, "doesn't mean you get to refuse."
Once he had seen her, there was no escape.
A woman with a figure like that, compatible with the system, was never going to slip through his fingers.
As for the husband?
That wasn't a problem.
He had ways to make people agree.
"Come with me."
Whoosh.
The air distorted.
Elric casually stored the airborne base back into his dimensional space and opened the [Room]. In the next instant, he vanished—along with everyone except one woman who remained behind to guard the area.
The others had just awakened their powers anyway.
Real combat experience would do them good.
Outside the Ginkgo Society residential zone, chaos was unfolding.
The residents—panic-stricken—had gone from sprinting blindly to clustering around a black-haired man wearing glasses. He stood beside a truck, surrounded by more than a dozen muscular men armed with improvised weapons.
They were smiling.
Relieved smiles.
When they saw people running toward them, the men immediately began "accepting" survivors.
When the black-haired man noticed Shasha's figure for the first time, his eyes gleamed.
But when he saw her face—
The interest vanished instantly.
She was quickly categorized as unremarkable.
Moments later, a truck was driven up. One by one, Shasha and the other residents were ushered onboard.
Tears flowed.
Voices trembled with gratitude.
They bowed, thanked the men repeatedly, praising them as saviors—almost kneeling in worship.
Then—
Whoosh.
Ten figures appeared out of thin air, directly in front of the truck.
One man.
Nine women.
The man stood tall—well over six feet—lean, sharp-featured, black hair swaying slightly in the wind. A long black blade rested casually in his hand. His lips curved faintly, not quite a smile, not quite indifference.
Just enough to make everyone's skin crawl.
Behind him, the nine women were each stunning in their own way—different styles, different temperaments—but every single one of them was immaculate.
Clean clothes.
Soft skin.
Even light makeup.
In the post-apocalyptic world, that alone was terrifying.
While others couldn't even find clean water, these women looked as if they'd just stepped out of a high-end apartment.
"It's… it's Mr. Elric!"
"Mr. Elric… we—"
The residents of Ginkgo Society recognized him instantly.
They would never forget him.
The image of him killing that blond thug had burned itself into their memories.
Fear crept into their expressions.
Was he here to kill them?
"I don't care where you go," Elric said calmly, his voice steady.
"I won't interfere."
Relief barely had time to bloom—
"But," he continued, lifting a finger and pointing lightly,
"she stays."
His finger stopped on Shasha, who instinctively hid behind her husband.
Silence.
Then panic exploded.
"What?! No—absolutely not!"
The man gripping her arm—John—shouted without thinking. The words burst out of him before fear could stop them.
The moment he realized what he'd done, his face turned pale.
He forced a stiff smile.
"Mr. Elric, my wife is ugly. Really ugly. Why would you want her?"
Before Elric could respond—
"Watch your mouth."
A cold voice cut in.
A woman stepped forward from behind Elric.
Her expression was icy, eyes sharp as blades.
A few droplets of glowing magma slid down from her fingertips, hissing softly as they hit the ground.
"You don't get to question his decisions."
The air temperature spiked.
No one dared to breathe.
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