Chapter 46: Back home

Even Jacob himself was very stunned because he did not expect what had happened inside the dungeon. He knew that Smith had already bonded with another queen, but he didn’t know the title of that queen, nor did he ask. However, after hearing their full narration about their dungeon run, he realized that this situation was even greater than anticipated.

​From their performance, it was already known that Smith’s first queen, Velvet, specialized in attack and speed. From the explanation, it seemed that the other queen possessed a very rare shift boost types of queen that are exceptionally rare. To top it off, she was also a legendary-titled queen.

​When Jacob analyzed further, he discovered something else: the fight had been co-axially coordinated. They didn’t miss a beat, moving in battle as if they were reading each other’s minds. This thought made it even more terrifying because it seemed the two queens came from the same origin and knew each other well, which explained their flawless coordination.

​When putting all the factors together, this wasn’t just terrifying—the value of Smith was much greater than they had anticipated. All the elders in the room also knew what this meant, and they all looked toward Jacob, who was the one that had direct contact with Smith.

​Jacob raised his hands. "You don’t have to look at me. I also didn’t expect this, and I don’t have to explain anything further. We all know the implications."

​All the elders nodded. Jacob then continued, "We all know that this young man has very high potential, and even though he is a free agent, we still need to change our attitude toward him moving forward. So, gentlemen, let us discuss how we will proceed, because all our previous arrangements have been rendered useless and we need to adjust them."

​The others did not object and started to discuss among themselves what their next steps should be.

​Meanwhile, on Smith’s side, while he was in his car, he also felt the presence of Caesar went he was going towards Jacob’s location. Smith knew the person was a high-ranking player, but because they were far apart and Smith’s own rank was very low—he could not directly gauge the exact rank of the other side. He only knew that Caesar was a very powerful figure.

​Smith also noticed that Caesar was heading in the direction he had just come from. However, Smith figured it was a mere coincidence. How could a high-ranking player be going where I just came from? he thought, assuming their destinations merely happened to be in the same direction. He didn’t ask further and continued with his own business.

​The convoy of cars entered the city and drove directly to Smith’s villa. When the convoy arrived at his doorstep, the escorts did not directly surround Smith when he got out of the car. Instead, they dispersed across the perimeter of the villa, as their job was merely to escort him safely home, after which they would perform ordinary duties.

​Harold came to receive Smith and invited him into the villa. Because Smith was a tired from the dungeon run, he decided to clean himself up and rest properly. But before that, he had to go meet his aunt, knowing how worried she would have been when she heard he was heading into a dungeon . Although she knew Smith had already gone to another dungeon before this one, she was still deeply concerned.

​Just as Smith was preparing to find her, suddenly she appeared on the second-floor . When she laid eyes on Smith, she rushed directly down to him and asked, "Are you fine? Are you injured anywhere? Did something happen?"

​She started to examine Smith with a worried expression, lifting his arms and inspecting him like an antique. This action didn’t annoy Smith in the least; in fact, it warmed his heart because he knew she was just worried about him.

​He smiled and said, "Don’t worry, Aunt, I’m fine. The dungeon went very smoothly, and as you can see, we’re all okay."

​When his aunt heard the reassurance, she let out a sigh of relief, turned her gaze to Velvet and Brenda, and said, "Thank you, girls, for keeping my little boy safe. I know he can be a handful sometimes, but you must be patient with him."

​Seeing this, Smith asked playfully, "Auntie, why do you only check on me? What about the others?"

​His aunt rolled her eyes and said, "How can I worry about them? Although I am not very educated, I know a thing or two. I know that these little girls, however pretty they may seem, are fierce in combat. I’ve seen videos of how queens fight, and I know they are very capable."

​Smith nodded in agreement. Thinking back on how they had fought, Velvet was like a reaper of death; whenever she passed, there would be a pile of corpses, severed feet, and rivers of blood flowing. For Brenda, it was like an unstoppable train—she never backed down and always bulldozed through opponents as if they didn’t exist. He already knew the reality: these young girls, despite looking beautiful and cute, were true killing machines on the battlefield.

​Hearing this praise directly from him, Velvet and Brenda suddenly blushed, pleased that he recognized their capability to protect him.

​After Smith and the girls finished cleaning themselves up, it was almost evening. Before dinner, they decided to go to the sitting room to watch some TV.

​Velvet, who had already cleaned up, suddenly came to sit on the right side of Smith. When the television was playing, she leaned her head onto Smith’s shoulder. Smith tilted his head down a little bit, and he could smell the fragrance of a young woman who had just finished a shower. Since the mood was relaxing and peaceful, they slowly interlocked arms and stayed like that in a tranquil way. Seeing this, even his aunt just smiled without saying anything.

​Suddenly, Brenda came running from who knows where into the sitting room and jumped onto the same sofa where Smith and Velvet were sitting, the sudden landing startled them. Brenda immediately laid on the couch, putting her head right onto Smith’s lap.

​When Smith saw this scene, he just shook his head and gently stroked Brenda’s hair, which was as smooth as silk, wavy, and still slightly damp from the shower. It felt very comfortable.

​Brenda experienced the soothing touch of Smith and let out a lazy, purr-like sound, similar to a cat being petted by its owner, making herself very comfortable. Velvet, seeing this, just pouted and continued to rest her head on Smith’s shoulder.

​They remained in that position for a few minutes while watching television. Then, Harold announced that dinner was ready.

​Smith gently patted Brenda’s shoulder and said, "Okay, now you can get up. We need to go eat dinner."

​Hearing that, Brenda reluctantly stood up from Smith’s lap, giving Harold a resentful look. While there was no real hostility, it was somewhat cute, indicating she was unhappy about being disturbed during her private moment. However, Harold had already left the living room entrance. Smith chuckled, knowing Brenda was just playing around.

​They all went through to the dining room to check out their meal. As usual, all of their household members were present, and they started to eat. In the middle of the dinner conversation, Smith suddenly remembered something and said, "Okay, Brenda, I have something to give to you."

​When Brenda heard this, she became extremely excited, even though she didn’t know what she was going to be given. In truth, she didn’t care what it was; she was just happy to receive a present from Smith.

​Smith didn’t waste any time and reached into his inventory...