Chapter 199: Chapter : 199 : The Bazaar That Takes!

The portal spat them out gently.

No impact. No shock.

Just… arrival.

Luna’s boots touched sand that was warm despite the night. Nyxion steadied herself with a laugh that faded halfway through.

Venya blinked, breath catching. Aethoniel froze entirely.

Lanterns floated overhead—hundreds of them—swaying as if stirred by a breeze that didn’t exist.

Their light wasn’t harsh or bright; it was soft, intimate, like candlelight remembered from childhood.

Silk canopies layered the sky in arcs of crimson, indigo, and gold, hanging impossibly without poles, without strings, draping the night like a festival that never ended.

Incense curled in slow spirals everywhere.

Every breath smelled different.

Sweet. Bitter. Familiar. Forgotten.

The ground beneath them wasn’t stone.

It was sand.

And the bazaar—

It didn’t end.

Stalls stretched outward in impossible geometry. Paths folded into each other. Bridges arched into nothing and somehow connected anyway. Platforms floated over a void of stars that shimmered beneath translucent glass floors.

Somewhere far away, a vendor laughed.

A child cried.

Coins clinked.

Nyxion let out a slow whistle. “…Okay. I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about weird dungeon floors.”

Venya whispered, “This place feels alive.”

Luna stepped forward, eyes shining.

“Master… this place is so beautiful.”

She waited.

Nothing answered.

Her ears twitched.

She turned.

Aethoniel was behind her. Venya to her left.

Nyxion leaned on her heel, arms folded.

But—

No Aiden.

No presence.

No warmth that always lingered at the edge of Luna’s senses.

Her smile faltered.

“Master?” Luna called, softer.

Silence answered her.

Her tail stiffened.

“Master…” She tried again, louder, scanning the stalls. “Master, where are you?”

Nyxion’s expression changed immediately. “Heart Lord?”

She stepped forward, voice sharp. “Heart Lord, this isn’t funny.”

Aethoniel hugged herself, wings trembling slightly. “B-Benefactor…?”

Venya’s voice cracked. “My Lord… please answer.”

Nothing.

Luna’s composure shattered.

She spun in a circle like a lost child in a crowd, panic flooding her voice. “Master! Master! Where are you?!”

Nyxion clenched her fists. “Alright. System. This stops now.”

Aethoniel swallowed hard. “P-Please… I can’t feel him.”

Venya raised her voice, desperation breaking through. “My Lord!”

Luna stomped her foot, tears threatening. “Master! If you don’t come out right now, I’ll cry!”

The bazaar hummed.

Then—

The air rang like a bell.

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[WELCOME TO FLOOR III]

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All four spoke at once.

“Where is our husband?”

“Where is Master?!”

“What did you do?!”

“Answer us!”

The voice returned, casual. Almost lazy.

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[HUH? OH… YEAH… HE IS GOING THROUGH HIS OWN TRIAL.]

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Luna’s eyes burned. “If something happens to Master, I’ll kill you.”

Nyxion nodded instantly. “Me too.”

Venya added coldly, “Slowly.”

Aethoniel nodded frantically.

The system didn’t seem impressed.

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[SO, THE FLOOR WON’T BE CLEARED IF ALL THE AFFILIATED ONES DON’T FINISH THIS FLOOR. AS FOR THE OTHERS… THEY’RE IN A TRAINING BATTLE UNTIL THE FLOOR IS CLEARED.]

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Silence fell.

Nyxion exhaled sharply. “…So we’re split.”

Venya clenched her staff. “And forced to play along.”

Luna growled low in her throat. “I hate this place.”

Aethoniel raised a timid hand. “Um… s-so… what do we have to do?”

Then to her surprise, Aethoniel saw the other, walking toward different stall.

“G-”

She tried to call them, but she looked toward a stall and she herself went toward the stall.

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“Huh? Traning? I hope that you made sure they’ll be safe.” Aiden said, his voice filled with worry.

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[NO WORRIES. THE MONSTERS ARE EQUAL IN STRENGTH TO THEM OR WEAKER. AND ANY INJURIES INFLICTED ON THEM, WILL BE HEALED.]

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Aiden took a sigh of relief, “Well… That’s a relief.”

Aiden then thought for a moment before asking, “So… How can I complete this floor?”

A voice spoke behind him. “Traveler.”

Aiden spun, daggers half-drawn.

A woman sat behind a stall that hadn’t been there a second ago. Veiled, face hidden, hands folded neatly.

“Didn’t hear you walk up,” Aiden said.

She chuckled. “No one ever does.”

“What are you selling,” He asked.

“Everything.”

“That’s not an answer.”

She tapped the counter. “What are you willing to lose?”

Aiden stared. “I’m not here to shop.”

“Everyone here is,” She replied calmly.

He glanced around. “Then why does it feel like I’m being hunted?”

She tilted her head. “Because you are.”

Aiden stepped away from the stall. “System.”

No reply.

” Yeah, obviously.”

A man brushed past him, humming. His eyes were glassy, smile fixed. In his hands—an hourglass leaking upward.

“Hey,” Aiden called. “You okay?”

The man didn’t respond.

Aiden grabbed his arm.

The man turned, eyes empty. “I paid already.”

“…Paid what?”

“My tomorrow.”

The man walked on.

Aiden released him slowly. “This place is messed up.”

A bell rang.

A new voice echoed across the bazaar.

“WELCOME, BEARER OF BONDS!”

Aiden winced. “I hate when places announce me.”

A tall figure appeared on a floating platform ahead, robes stitched with symbols that crawled when you looked too long.

“THIS FLOOR IS A MARKET,” the figure proclaimed. “AND A MIRROR.”

Aiden shouted back. “I’m not buying.”

The figure laughed. “EVERYONE BUYS.”

Aiden crossed his arms. “Then I’ll browse.”

“YOU WILL PAY.”

“Get in line.”

The platform drifted closer.

“YOUR BONDED BEASTS WALK THEIR OWN PATHS,” The figure continued. “THEIR DESIRES WILL BE TESTED.”

A stall to his left chimed softly.

A bottle rolled forward on its own.

The label faced him.

“A Moment Where You Were Needed.”

Aiden’s throat tightened.

“No,” He said firmly.

The bottle cracked.

A voice spilled out. “…Master?”

Luna’s voice. Soft. Distant.

Aiden stepped back. “Stop.”

The stall keeper from earlier appeared beside him. “Careful. Some people pay everything for that one.”

“I’m not buying,” Aiden snapped.

She smiled. “Good.”

“Why good?”

“Because that one charges interest.”

Another voice echoed, sharper.

“Sir.”

Lysandra.

He turned sharply. “Ly?!”

Nothing.

A ring slid across the ground and stopped at his feet.

“Forgiveness.”

Aiden stared at it.

“I don’t need that,” He muttered.

The ring pulsed.

“Everyone does,” Whispered a dozen unseen voices.

He kicked it away. “Not today.”

A laugh rippled through the bazaar.

The robed figure raised a hand.

“FIRST RULE,” It intoned. “NOTHING HERE IS FREE.”

Aiden looked up. “Then what do I get for refusing?”

“YOU WALK.”

“Good.”

“ALONE.”

Aiden’s expression hardened. “I’ve been alone before.”

The figure leaned closer. “NOT LIKE THIS.”

Aiden took a step forward anyway.

Aiden took another step forward, boots sinking slightly into the warm sand that shouldn’t feel this real.

The bazaar pulsed around him like a living thing—stalls shifting subtly, lanterns swaying, whispers threading through the incense-heavy air.

He ignored the robed figure’s lingering laugh and pressed on, weaving between floating platforms and arched bridges that led nowhere and everywhere.

The path twisted, narrowing into a quieter alley of stalls draped in sheer silks.

Trinkets glittered under soft lights: bottled laughter, coiled regrets, feathers that whispered secrets when stroked. Aiden kept his eyes forward.

He passed a stall with mirrors that showed futures unlived. Another with chains that promised unbreakable bonds… for a price.

Then, soft footsteps behind him. Deliberate. Unhurried.

Aiden didn’t turn at first. But the steps kept pace, a teasing rhythm like hips swaying just out of sync.

He glanced over his shoulder.

She was there—the woman from the first stall. Now walking with him, a teasing smile playing on her full, dark-blue lips.

Her skin was a deep, shimmering sapphire, smooth and flawless, glowing faintly under the lantern light like polished gemstone.

Long black hair cascaded down her back, framed by a golden headpiece centered with a large turquoise gem that matched the ones adorning her body.

And her body… gods.

Her massive breasts strained against the ornate golden dancer bra, barely contained by the intricate blue and gold fabric that hugged them like a lover’s hands.

Enormous, perfectly rounded orbs—easily overflowing any normal grasp—heaving softly with each step, the deep cleavage glistening with a subtle sheen of oil or sweat.

Large turquoise jewels dangled from the straps, nestled right into that endless valley, drawing the eye inescapably.

Her nipples poked hard against the thin material, dark outlines begging to be freed, aching for touch.

Wide hips swayed hypnotically below a toned, midriff, her abs flexing subtly under that blue skin.

A low-slung golden belt cinched her waist, adorned with dangling chains and another massive gem at the navel, leading down to sheer, flowing pants that clung to her thick, powerful thighs like a second skin.

The fabric was translucent in places, hinting at the bare, plump pussy lips beneath—no underwear, just smooth, inviting curves that promised wetness if teased right.

Her ass was a masterpiece: full, round cheeks jiggling with every step, the pants riding up slightly to wedge between them, outlining that perfect heart shape.

Golden armbands and anklets jingled softly, accentuating her movements.

Red eyes glowed with mischief behind a thin golden chain veil that did nothing to hide her flushed cheeks or that horny, predatory smile.

She walked closer now, almost brushing his arm, her scent hitting him—musk and spice, thick and arousing, making his cock twitch involuntarily.

Aiden stopped. “Why are you following me?”

She tilted her head, that teasing smile widening, her huge tits bouncing lightly as she stepped even nearer.

One hand trailed lazily over her own hip, fingers grazing the edge of her belt, dipping teasingly toward her crotch.

“Because you’re hot,” She purred, voice low and velvet, dripping with lust. Her red eyes raked over him shamelessly, lingering on his crotch.

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END OF Chapter : 199 : THE BAZAAR THAT TAKES!

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