Landlord World - Start with SSS talent

Noan swore continuously in his mind.

"Goddamn it! Are you crazy? Why put your sweat into the tea?"

Your so-called refined pleasure?

"Delicious. Hahahaha… hahahaha…" Isabell laughed loudly upon seeing Noan's face as if he had just eaten ten hot peppers.

He was both angry and uncomfortable, yet also worried.

He had just drunk tea with her sweat, but it tasted so good. Could he really be a pervert too?

But he shook his head, immediately dismissing that thought. He wasn't a pervert; he was just concerned that Isabell's sweat seemed to have something strange about it.

After all, this was a strange world that blended advanced technology with magic, so it was normal for someone to possess some bizarre ability.

"Don't worry, my sweat isn't poisonous, it just makes you remember the taste of my body."

Hearing Isabell's words, Noan frowned, feeling confused.

"What do you mean? What do you mean by remembering the taste of your body?" Noan asked, frowning.

Isabell didn't answer him but asked another question: "Are you interested in joining me?"

"Join you? Do you belong to some organization?"

"Yes, but I'm a bit disgusted by this organization. That's why I want to create a new one." Isabell said, laughing as she spoke.

Noan, after hearing this, didn't immediately refuse. On the contrary, he felt a bit intrigued.

He knew that he was acting alone right now, without any organization or powerful existence to rely on.

What about that mysterious woman?

She seemed bound by some rule, and although she could influence the system, she couldn't help him directly.

But Isabell was different—she had superior strength and was far more intelligent than he.

Moreover, it seemed that Isabell was holding many valuable pieces of information; he could rely on her to learn more about this world and the other Fate Holders.

"What's your goal?" Noan asked, frowning.

He wanted to take another sip of the tea, but when he remembered it had Isabell's sweat in it, he immediately stopped.

Isabell noticed his action, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she happily took the teapot and filled his cup with tea.

"Drink it, it's very beneficial for you," Isabell said with a smile.

Noan: "..."

Noan cursed vehemently in his heart many times. He'd prefer it far more if he had to drink sweat in another way.

For example, on the bed, where he and Isabell engaged in vigorous exercise, sweating profusely—he wouldn't mind tasting a bit of her sweat then.

But this was different. Pouring sweat into tea? Did she think she was some water mage?

Isabell took a sip of tea, then said, "My purpose is straightforward. It's just that you can't know it yet. Otherwise, you'd be in great danger."

Noan: "..."

"So… can I refuse?" Noan asked.

"Guess…"

Looking at Isabell's smile, he sighed, feeling somewhat weary inside. When would he finally uncover the secrets of this world?

Still, it was only mild discomfort. Noan turned his gaze to Isabell and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Isabell retrieved a strange purple petal and dropped it into the teacup. Instantly, the tea shifted from golden to violet, bubbles rising continuously as if boiling.

Unfazed, she picked up the cup, drained it in one go, then used her slender, flawless finger to wipe away a droplet at the corner of her lips.

After savoring the tea, she smiled at him. "You're still too weak now, but not entirely useless."

"I need you to help me establish a base in this area. From now on, I'll be living here."

"Moreover, I also require a great deal of resources. I hope you can supply me with what I need to grow."

Hearing this, Noan realized Isabell likely knew his secret. However, he sensed she only understood his ability to transport resources between worlds—not the full extent of his 'Almighty Fusion' talent.

"In other words…" Noan crossed his arms, frowning. "You're treating me like a free deliveryman?"

"Hahaha... not necessarily, of course I'll provide you with some benefits." Isabell smiled, her fingers lightly pulling her collar down to reveal two snow-white peaks wrapped in purple lingerie.

Faint blue, purple, and pink veins spread across the twin mountains, making them even more enticing.

"I can give you sensations no other woman could provide," Isabell said with a charming laugh.

But Noan still didn't show much emotion. He shook his head: "That's still not enough. You know I already have Vylyss. Even without you, it wouldn't affect my pleasures."

"Ah! You are a greedy one." Isabell pulled her collar back up, covering those twin peaks again, and said with a smile: "Then... what do you want?"

Noan rubbed his chin, frowning as he said: "Straightforward. We're in a cooperative relationship, so everything must be shared."

"Not just resources, but also information, and you must protect me too."

Hearing Noan's words, a hint of coldness flashed across Isabell's beautiful face.

"Are you testing my patience?"

Noan showed no fear, replying with a smile: "No, I'm telling you... Right now, I'm the only one who can cooperate with you."

"Can you find anyone in all the cities and Empires who can transport resources between worlds like I can?"

"If such a person exists, I'll immediately gift this place to you and never come here again."

Isabell silently stared at Noan, then suddenly laughed and said: "You're brilliant, just... if I kill you, this place will belong to me."

"But you'll have no resources at all, Miss Isabell." He smiled back.

Both sides smiled at each other, but between them burned an invisible flame. The atmosphere grew heavy, thick with the scent of gunpowder.

It seemed just a small spark would immediately make this place explode, destroying everything.

Isabell smiled: " Let's have a pleasant cooperation."

She spoke as she reached out her hand, seemingly wanting to shake his. Noan, not thinking much, shook her hand.

"Let's have a pleasant cooperation."

He just grasped her hand, quickly letting go. Isabell frowned and, dissatisfied, said, "Am I really that scary?"

Noan shrugged. "Yes, indeed. I don't want to risk wondering if you have any hidden motives, so it's better to be cautious."

"Huh! You're such a coward." Isabell pouted.

"A coward is better than being dead, right, Miss Isabell?" Noan replied with a smile.

Isabell took a sip of tea and said, "So, can you provide me with resources to build?"

"You want to build a domain?" Noan frowned, asking.

"Not exactly," Isabell didn't hide it, immediately replying, "I'm just a 'Traveler,' without a domain. I want to supply resources to my subordinates."

"Ah! How many subordinates do you have?" Noan asked, still frowning.

Isabell glanced at him before answering, "About 20 people, all Landlords rank C or higher. Out of them, 15 are currently in the Chaotic World."

"Don't worry, they're all women, only two are men, but those two men wouldn't dare do anything strange."

Noan chuckled. Though he didn't care much, if those women were indeed beautiful, he could always ask for some benefits.

"Huh! I can tell exactly what you're thinking just by looking at you," Isabell said disdainfully. "Is that all that's on your mind?"

Noan shrugged. "Well, I'm still a man, not a saint or a god, and my desires are quite strong."

Isabell glanced at Noan and said, "Right now, I need a lot of resources, but I won't take them from you. I hope you can help transport these resources to my subordinates."

"Additionally, I also need some resources for those still at the 'Anomaly Point.'"

Noan frowned, thinking momentarily before saying, "How many resources do you need?"

"As many as possible," Isabell replied.

He nodded and sighed, "I need to check the resources first; I need to develop myself, so I can't give you too many."

"I understand," Isabell simply replied.

But at that moment, Noan looked at Isabell and asked, confused, "How can you freely travel between the 'Anomaly Point' and the City?"

Isabell smiled and said, "Do you want to know? You'll have to pay the price."

Noan: "..."