My interracial harem of beautiful queens

Chapter 174 Space of the mind

Space of the mind is a rather diverse concept, but for all practitioners, it is linked to a place. This is where all their knowledge and memories are stored. Perhaps the weakest point for every being, as tampering with memories can change a person's character, past, and present. Truly a terrifying place.

For everyone, it looks different. Someone, dreaming of their homeland, subconsciously influences the space of the mind and thus creates an image of how the place where they grew up looked. It could have been a meadow, their native home, or even the spacious streets of cities.

Adam, however, had a different experience. Due to the collapse of two memories and a flow of information, his memory space appeared unstable and extremely weak. Frames were flying everywhere, within which vivid paintings moved, reproducing his past. It all looked extremely chaotic when countless pictures flew across the space, the size of a football field.

And in the center of this space, two men who bore a strong resemblance to each other stood face to face calmly. Undoubtedly, the atmosphere was tense.

"Adam, you are a very curious guy. I have many questions for you that you need to answer, but alas, from your face, I see a clear 'NO.' You won't discuss it with me until I fulfill your request, right?" Casanova started the conversation, smiling gently at him. However, Adam felt a pressing sensation at the back of his head, as if a venomous snake were preparing to bite him.

However, using the power of his will and pushing fear aside, Adam clenched his fists resolutely and looked into Casanova's eyes. He noticed that the smile didn't reach his eyes, and Adam clearly understood the reason for this. It was all about the ritual.

"You used the 'Sigil of Satan' to summon the ruler of hell. Do you understand how dangerous that is, kid?!" Casanova said, furrowing his brows, and his voice almost changed to a shout: "Don't make stupid moves! Even if you're a demon, such a great being will spit on you and devour you to hell! Aren't you concerned about your women?!"

Adam remained silent and only cracked his neck, looking at the paintings flying in the air. They were flying extremely chaotically, and everything looked as if this place was ready to collapse at any moment. Naturally, this caused concern, but there was nothing to be done about it. And only after a few minutes did he finally respond.

"Sigil wouldn't have activated until I spilled blood, so everything's relatively fine," Adam replied nonchalantly, indifferently looking at Casanova's face. "What interests me more... why did you smirk strangely when you saw this sigil? I don't think my little joke amused you, Casanova."

"And you've grown up if you can interrogate me like this. Haha... ha... ha," said Casanova, laughing, but towards the end, his laughter became cold, just like his expression. His displeasure was evident: "Stop playing around, kid. You have no idea what the activation of this sigil can lead to, do you? I, essentially, saved you from death."

Adam smiled and took a seated position. Immediately, a luxurious throne formed beneath him, and he sat down gracefully, inviting Casanova to do the same. The man frowned but didn't say anything and repeated Adam's actions. Now, two thrones stood facing each other, and the "kings" sitting on them exchanged piercing glances.

"You should have already guessed the reason for my actions. I need the pearl," Adam said, crossing his legs. "I'm sure you know where it is."

"Well, kid, you've taken on quite a lot. Do you want the pearl? Are you sure you know its value?" Casanova gruffly replied, showing his disagreement with his tone. He raised his index finger when he saw that Adam wanted to say something and continued, "You're naive, buddy. The full name of this pearl is the 'Right Eye of the Demon King,' in which terrifying magical energy is sealed. And I know you want to give it to that water nymph who blew up her source."

"Exactly. And I heard that it's just an abstract name, so the item can be obtained in exchange for something equivalent if we summon the Demon King," Adam replied, while his appearance began to change slightly. His sclera gradually turned black, and wings grew behind his back, while sharp black horns appeared on his forehead. His height and body had changed significantly; if he had been slender and just under two meters tall before, now he was muscular and stood at 258 cm.

The throne, along with him, grew in size, and against their backdrop, Casanova looked very small. However, don't think that Casanova looked helpless; rather, his aura only intensified, affecting Adam and forcing him to exert a lot of effort not to fall to the ground from this pressure.

A snort sounded. Casanova crossed his arms on his chest and looked at Adam with irritation.

"How irritating you are. You know, if it weren't for the sympathy I've gained for you, I would have leveled you with the ground a long time ago," he said coldly, rising from his throne. Turning on his heels, Casanova walked forward, disappearing into the darkness. "The pearl exists in the mortal world, but it's under the protection of the Vampire Queen. You can try to meet with her, but I warn you—she's insane."

His voice grew softer and softer, and his silhouette dissolved in the darkness. In this space of the mind, only Adam remained, gradually returning to his original form. With a furrowed brow, Adam muttered, "The Vampire Queen, the Blood Empire..."

***

Awakening was not the most pleasant experience, as Adam's entire body felt paralyzed. He lay on the cold floor, gazing at the ceiling, while his magical energy slowly replenished. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the sigil had been erased as if it had never existed.

"That was dangerous," Adam thought, feeling a shiver running through his body. He swallowed and remembered the sensation when he finished drawing the sigil. "It was like someone was watching me with a smirk. It was a creepy feeling. My neck tingled, and my heart seemed to stop. My magical energy began to flow on its own and was directed into the magic circle, but the appearance of Casanova saved the situation."

To be frank, the plan was extremely dangerous and could have had serious consequences, which Adam wanted to avoid. However, it was the only fast method by which he could obtain information or the location of the item needed for an urgent operation. Anna's life was at stake.

"But I can't say that I'm very satisfied with the result. Essentially, I only got a direction... but that's not bad either," he muttered and shuddered as the numbness started to subside. Gradually, he could even move the tips of his fingers on his leg. "At least there was a chance of dying if the sigil had activated. But the result justifies itself. There's only one thing left..."

The Vampire Queen. Adam had zero information about her because the Blood Empire was only a name on the map. Its borders and existence were impossible to pinpoint. Judging by the witches, vampires most likely hid in a separate space.

However, finding the entrance there was not possible, and even with all his desire, Adam's solo visit would be akin to suicide. Each race's ruler possessed overwhelming power and could pose a serious threat to him.

It took two hours for his body to fully recover. During this time, he successfully stood up and prepared to leave. The rapidly approaching footsteps in this underground chamber put him on high alert, and the absence of an aura served as a clue to identify the person.

"Amarantha... it's not good to show her this bloody room," he thought, furrowing his brow.

Pushing the door, he quickly closed it and started ascending the stairs. As he expected, he met Amarantha, who looked worried.

"Adam! Where have you been? I called you on the token, but you didn't answer. Besides, why is your magic so depleted?!" Amarantha immediately bombarded him with questions, standing before him after just one step. Her hands skillfully checked his whole body, examining for wounds. She looked at him with concern. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry, dear. Take a deep breath, alright? You mustn't fret," Adam said in a gentle tone and embraced her. Amarantha nestled her nose into his chest, inhaling his scent and feeling his warmth. "I was just training in magic and got carried away a bit. Everything's fine. What's on the menu for lunch today?"

With a smile, Adam listened to Amarantha's stories as he carried her in his arms like a princess. Her face was adorned with a bright smile, and she proudly declared that she had prepared the main dish with her own hands.

Two days ago, she had expressed a desire to learn how to cook and had convinced all the chefs to teach her. They reluctantly agreed, and she began learning to prepare the dishes that the Adam family loved, thus fulfilling the role of a homely wife. Although it seemed peaceful from the outside, Adam noticed a competitive atmosphere in the air. The seemingly smiling girls appeared ready for a culinary war.

One way or another, the day went well, and despite the cautious looks from his wives, Adam simply smiled and assured them that everything was fine.

***

That same night, Adam took the token that Veronica had given him. Infusing his magical energy into it, he waited for a response. And after a few seconds...

"Y-Yes, my dear?" came a tense female voice.

Adam didn't pay attention to her stuttering and simply asked, "Are you free? I need to talk about something."

"Y-y-yes, of course! Where are you? I'll use teleportation and come to you!" She replied enthusiastically.

"If possible, let's arrange a meeting in a more private setting. It's a slightly serious matter..." Adam answered in a hoarse voice, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Please use the summoning. The matter is truly serious."

Veronica fell silent when she heard his serious tone. On the other end of the token, she furrowed her brow and looked distressed. Judging by Adam's tone, this was not what she wanted to discuss. Still, she complied with his request.

To be continued...