Chapter 124: The Grace of the Twin Ballerinas! Asgardian Refugees!
That was that.
When the gate of the Little Universe opened again an hour or two later, the people inside were nowhere to be seen. But if you checked in front of the recliner... yeah, the soil there was damp. Don’t ask. If you ask, the answer is "it was watered." Not much, but depending on who looked... well.
...
The next morning.
Lorien was still asleep. Last night, Wanda had been far too shy in the Little Universe. She surrendered quickly, begging for mercy. Lorien hadn’t wanted to accept her surrender at first, but seeing that she truly couldn’t hold out any longer, his heart softened and he let her go.
When they teleported back to the room, Wanda had practically collapsed into bed, asleep the moment her head touched the pillow. Clearly exhausted.
But Lorien wasn’t so lucky. By early morning, the quilt was rising like a tent pole.
And just then—
Creak~~~
The door opened slowly.
Two faceless figures poked their heads inside.
They spotted Lorien’s "tent," exchanged a glance, and nodded to each other. Then they slipped in soundlessly.
As they approached the bed, their mouths began shifting, nanotech evolving. Soon, their faces bore mouths indistinguishable from humans—no, more perfect than humans.
Then they went to work.
By the time Lorien stirred awake and looked up—his gaze passed over Wanda’s hair, her arm, her thigh—he found the Ballerina Twins hand in hand, busy at something that made his breath catch.
"Ah..."
He gasped sharply.
Better not move. Just enjoy it.
His pleasure flickered like binary, appearing and disappearing between 1 and 0. All he could do was breathe through clenched teeth.
Eventually, when everything came crashing down to zero—
After a few satisfied gulps of breath, the Ballerina Twins rose gracefully. They gave Lorien a polite bow and left without a sound.
As they stepped out, their faces returned to normal, as though nothing had happened.
But Lorien’s body told the truth.
That had been real.
He could feel it clearly—inside, the Ballerinas weren’t the same as others. They could evolve specifically to bring him pleasure, adapting themselves like predators targeting his weaknesses.
Terrifying.
This—this was what a true succubus was.
Yesterday’s fridge had only been a fake succubus. These elegant Ballerina Twins... they were the real ones. Too fierce. Far too fierce.
...
After resting a while, Lorien finally got up to wash.
Opening the door, he found the Ballerina Twins standing neatly on either side.
On the left, Aria held a toothbrush and toothpaste. On the right, Bella carried a towel and other toiletries.
Lorien looked at them, eyes watering.
Too much. Too corrupting.
I really am... falling.
And I... like it so much.
Ahem.
He headed to the bathroom, the Twins following close behind with their supplies.
Aria turned on the water, squeezed toothpaste onto the brush, and leaned in as if to brush his teeth for him.
"I’ll handle this myself."
This was something Lorien preferred doing. Just like at night—he liked taking the initiative, not being passive.
So he took the brush and cleaned his teeth himself, rinsed, and spat.
Aria immediately took the brush and cup from him.
Bella stepped forward with a warm towel, first wiping the foam from his lips, then gently cleaning his face with the other side.
After a few tender passes, she withdrew, and Aria moved in again—this time with razor and trimmer in hand.
Lorien relaxed, letting her work.
At 1.79 meters, both Aria and Bella towered gracefully, taller even than Gwen and Wanda. Next to them, even Lorien’s six-foot-one frame felt slightly diminished.
Aria stood close, almost chest to chest with him.
As she carefully shaved and shaped his brows, Lorien caught the faintest hint of affection in her expression.
How did he sense it? Didn’t matter.
Right now, the only thing missing was the final physical step.
But he wasn’t in a rush. There’d be time to test that later.
Soon, Aria finished and stepped back two paces.
Bella came forward once more with a freshly washed, heated towel, wiping his face with practiced elegance.
When all was done, Lorien lifted his gaze to the mirror.
Damn. Handsome.
His eyebrows looked sharper than ever, expressive enough to speak on their own. His complexion was refined, not effeminate but bright and clean.
Crisp, striking. Comfortable to look at.
"Very good." Lorien nodded with satisfaction.
Bella spoke from the side.
"After cross-referencing with the network, Master, your heroic bearing ranks No.1 among all known creatures."
Lorien chuckled.
"And does that ranking include your own bias?"
Bella and Aria exchanged a glance.
"In that case, it will always be No.1."
"You really know how to talk."
Lorien laughed happily, then said to them,
"When Wanda wakes up, help her get dressed and see how it turns out."
The twins nodded.
"Understood."
...
After washing up, Lorien went to the kitchen.
Following what happened last night, Wanda and Gwen had decided to store all the food there. After all, the succubus fridge not only preserved food perfectly, but also kept it neatly stored so they wouldn’t even need to take it out again. Very convenient.
As soon as Lorien walked in, the fridge immediately went wild.
"Ah, Master, you finally came to see me! What do you want to play today? I’ll accept anything~!"
"Quiet. Listen to me first."
Lorien scanned the kitchen. There wasn’t much food left—nothing had been replenished since last night. So he simply said,
"Make me an egg pancake. Two eggs, one leaf of greens, everything else normal."
"Of course, Master~"
The fridge immediately stretched out its tentacles, pulling ingredients to start cooking. But its mouth didn’t stop.
"Master, I also want to become a robot to serve you! Will you let me?"
Lorien’s brows lifted. He turned and looked at the Ballerina Twins.
"You talked with her last night?"
The twins quickly shook their heads.
Lorien knew they would never lie to him. So it wasn’t them. Then how did the fridge know?
Guessing?
"I guessed, Master~" the fridge said cheerfully while cooking. "Aren’t those two robots? If they can be like that, I should be able to as well!"
"Please, Master, I want your big treasure I want to serve you every day, waking you up and putting you to bed"
As expected. The fridge had pieced it together after seeing the twins.
Its level of intelligence was surprisingly high—almost humanlike. It even had self-awareness. In some ways, more self-awareness than actual corporate drones.
Still, Lorien gave a direct refusal.
"Do you have a name, refrigerator?"
The tentacles kept moving, but after a moment’s hesitation, its optical sensors flickered as it replied,
"Yes, Master. I named myself Nora."
Lorien nodded.
"Good. Nora, then let me put it cruelly—can you handle that?"
"Completely, Master~!" Nora replied without hesitation. "You can scold me, beat me, whip me—I’ll love it all!"
"...Fine." Lorien said flatly. "The reason I won’t turn you into a robot or a Transformer right now is simple. Your value isn’t enough yet. You’re not worth it. When you’ve cooked many meals for us, or when you’ve built a good bond with Wanda, Gwen, and Hela, then I’ll consider making you a robot with free movement. But not now."
The Ballerina Twins were worth far more than a fridge, and their personalities were genuinely good. Nora, however, was uncertain. She needed adjustment before any change could be considered.
But as soon as Lorien finished, Nora squealed,
"Ah, I’m so happy! It feels so good! Master, say a few more cruel words to me, I’ll remember them all~!"
"..."
Lorien exhaled deeply, turned, and headed out to work.
"Another neglect play? Wonderful~!"
"Aria, stay here. When the pancake’s done, bring it to me."
"Understood."
...
With Bella following him into the office, Lorien sat down heavily in his chair and let out a long sigh.
He pulled out an iced milk tea and took a few sips.
Bella noticed and quietly tucked that detail away.
Then Lorien suddenly asked,
"This morning—what were you thinking? Tell me."
Caught off guard, Bella turned halfway toward him and answered seriously,
"We saw that our master’s physical condition required release. Handling such matters is part of our duty. Even if the impact of that condition is minor, every negative state should be eliminated."
Well. That was logical.
"I believe you," Lorien said with a wave of his hand, dismissing her.
A short while later, Aria arrived with his pancake.
Lorien took it from her and began eating comfortably.
Nora might have been noisy, but she was useful. Before, he’d often skipped breakfast out of laziness. Now, he actually ate.
He glanced at the Ballerina Twins standing silently at either side of the doorway.
"Oh, right."
Lorien snapped his fingers.
Snap!
"This way, ordinary people won’t be able to see you," he explained.
"Only superheroes with some real power will notice your presence."
The Ballerina Twins nodded in understanding.
The reason was simple—Lorien didn’t want random civilians seeing them and bombarding him with questions. If these two robots were exposed just standing there, it would be a huge headache.
He continued eating his pancake while watching the news. But lately, the headlines had been dull—nothing worth paying attention to.
Halfway through his meal, a thought struck him. Hadn’t he received a check-in reward he hadn’t looked at yet?
He pulled up the interface.
[Leave Card x3!]
Taking another bite of his double-egg pancake, Lorien read the description.
[Description: Use one Leave Card to skip any workday from Monday to Friday. The absence will still count as a normal check-in and grant an Omniverse reward!]
"Ohhh..."
Now that was a good item.
Three leave slips!
Back in school, if you had three leave slips, you were basically a god.
At work, three days off meant pure happiness.
Of course, in working life, leave slips were far more precious. Best to save them for when something important came up. Or combine them with holidays to extend vacations.
Lorien tucked the cards away for later. No rush.
...
Meanwhile, in the depths of space.
A massive fleet was warping, scanning, warping, scanning—repeating the cycle endlessly. They were searching for something.
It was Thanos’ army.
Inside the command chamber, Ebony Maw unfurled a star map before his master.
"Lord Thanos, the Supergiant reports that Asgard’s exile fleet is somewhere within this star system. We should be able to find them soon."
"As for Asgard’s treasure vault—we don’t know how much they managed to carry, but the Space Stone must be among it."
When he finished, Thanos, seated on his throne, gave the order.
"Increase search efficiency. Find the Infinity Stone as soon as possible."
"Yes, Lord Thanos."
Ebony Maw quickly relayed his command.
But soon after, he returned, visibly excited.
"Lord Thanos, our forward fleet has located the Asgardian refugee transport. Only one vessel, no threat whatsoever!"
At that, the rough, ridged chin of the Titan finally cracked into a smile.
Gripping his double-edged blade, Thanos stepped down from his throne.
"Have them maintain pursuit. Accelerate the fleet. The Infinity Stone will be ours!"
With his command, the ships surged forward, warping straight toward the Asgardian exiles.
...
Out in deep space, a single transport ship drifted alone.
Its passengers were dressed in strange but still regal garments. Yet their faces were shadowed with sorrow and despair.
They were the Asgardian refugee fleet.
Asgard was gone. Their home destroyed. Now, they were a people without a world.
By one of the windows, a man rested his long sword across his hands, his gaze fixed on the endless stars. His eyes were sharp as ever, but within that sharpness lay uncertainty—directionless, lost.
It was Heimdall. The former guardian of Asgard.
"Heimdall."
Thor approached, his tone heavy.
"Where should we go?"
Heimdall turned his head slightly toward him.
"The people of Asgard need your guidance now, Thor."
Then he looked back into the void.
In truth, he had several ideas in mind. But Asgard’s future belonged to Thor, its rightful king. It was his decision to make.
As for Loki... Heimdall knew the truth. He was not Odin’s son. He could never be the All-Father. That fate was sealed.
Thor, however, lowered his head in confusion.
"To be honest, I don’t know what to do, Heimdall. Before my father passed, he didn’t tell me anything. He just left... suddenly."
"Then Asgard was destroyed by the fire giant, and we became wanderers. I don’t even know where to lead our people."
"We are not wanderers, Thor!" Heimdall’s voice rang out sharply at the word.
"Wherever our people are, that is Asgard. Our home is not bound to a single place!"
"We can settle anywhere in the Nine Realms—or anywhere in the cosmos!
"As long as Asgardians live there, that is our home."
Thor’s heart stirred at his words. He understood a little more. Yet the future was still uncertain.
The future of Asgard... what was he to do?
"Ahhhhhh—!"
Suddenly, a massive shadow eclipsed the nearby starlight.
Thor and Heimdall turned.
A colossal spiral-shaped flagship loomed directly before their lone vessel, its cannons locked squarely onto them.
At the same time, countless donut-shaped warships swarmed in from both flanks.
Heimdall’s eyes widened.
"This is bad..."
Thor gripped his hammer.
"Who are they?"
Heimdall’s face darkened.
"Thanos’ army."