lol: After being blessed by the Happy Demon, I became the harem king

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Seeing this, Faen's smile grew even more intense. He had no intention of manipulating the water blades into streams to attack, because Faen could sense that the water within the flower bud had severed its connection with him.

However, this only severed the connection, preventing further control. The water itself, however, was still blessed by Osiris and given a new blade-like form.

With this thought in mind, Fane raised his arm. His clenched fist slammed down like a hammer, shattering the translucent flower bud shield in an instant. It seemed complex, but in reality, everything happened in a flash, with less than a breath's time between each blow. The sudden change was so swift that even the witch couldn't react immediately. Instead, Fane forced her forward, delivering a powerful upward swing to her abdomen.

bump!

The sound of flesh colliding with flesh rang out in an instant, but the witch was clearly no ordinary person. Although she did not defend herself in time, almost the instant she was hit, layers of overlapping and intertwined thorn patterns appeared on her body.

In the area where Fane struck, numerous ripples spread out from the layers of thorns. Feeling this power being diminished by the opponent's permanent magic, Fane showed no discouragement. Instead, with a sinister laugh, the muscles in his right arm bulged again, pleasure surged through his veins, and the surging emotions shook his animalistic body; his beating heart pounded like an enraged bull, pumping hot, viscous blood into it.

The sound of blood vessels rupturing rang out one after another. Then, Fann's already exhausted attack seemed to be injected with new energy. His muscles continued to expand, squeezing his bones and making them creak. Then, accompanied by the sound of blood vessels rupturing, a burst of blood erupted from Fann's shoulder and arm, accompanied by a violent shriek in the air!

Boom! ! !

With a single punch, the magical thorns on the witch's body shattered instantly into uncontrolled, free-flowing magic. Deprived of magical protection, her frail body was almost instantly overwhelmed by the pure violence. Part of the force struck the ground, shattering bricks and stones, and she flew backward in a dark blur, landing on the ground amidst a cloud of dust.

But before the smoke and dust could dissipate, three more dark golden orbs of light arced through the smoke and dust and hurtled towards Farn.

Standing still, high-pressure steam rose around him, and a thin mist enveloped his robust body. It seemed thin, just a layer of constantly swirling water film covering him. But the moment these magical missiles touched his body, they were bounced off as if they had hit an invisible barrier and fell to the ground around him, turning into bursts of thorns.

As a quick learner, Faen wouldn't forget Water Mira's Weapon Master W skill, "Graceful Veil," which can be shared with teammates. However, unlike in the game, in the real world, these flowing waters originate from Osiris's blessing, so there's no question of them being unable to bounce off.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the witch's robes shattered, revealing her magnificent true face.

"Haha, it really was a big fish." Farn chuckled as he moved his swollen wrist to make it return to normal.

"My dear Noxian idea queen~"

My family member sprained their ankle and fractured their ankle, so I'm taking leave.

As the title says, my family member slipped and sprained their ankle, breaking off a piece of bone about the size of a fingernail. It's not serious, but it's incredibly painful. We've been busy moving and packing all sorts of things lately, so I took a day off on the 29th. The move should be finished in a couple of days, and then I'll guarantee at least 10,000 words of updates every day until I make up for the missed updates.

80. The image of LeBlanc

Upon hearing Farn's words, LeBlanc emerged from the smoke, her graceful figure swaying from side to side like a blooming flower.

His eyes, which were originally full of interest, couldn't help but show a hint of curiosity and a subtle seriousness.

Noxus Idea King... Although she wasn't quite sure why the other party called her that, from Fain's gaze, expression, and changes in tone of voice, LeBlanc could more or less sense that Fain's understanding of her was not just hearsay.

"You...know me?" LeBlanc said with a hint of curiosity, "But I don't remember anyone like you."

Farn remained remarkably calm in response.

LeBlanc, the Deceiver. One of the veteran champions in League of Legends, and also one of the most classic skill-based champions in the early versions. In the hands of a skilled player and a poor player, she is a completely different champion; her skill mechanics alone have destined her for endless possibilities.

In particular, the Q skill's name wasn't the current 'Vicious Mark' back then. Before June 2014, it was called 'Silence Mark,' which, as the name suggests, dealt two instances of damage with a silence effect. A character with control, burst damage, mobility, and a ranged silence ability—just thinking about it makes you feel the despair squishy AD carries would face.

Although it was subsequently nerfed, its skill mechanics remain, and it can still be used when the time is right. It has many memorable moments in both casual games and professional matches, making it a perennial favorite among mid-lane heroes.

And more importantly, LeBlanc is one of the few individuals who is extremely powerful both in the game and in the background story.

This power isn't the simple, brute force of characters like Nila, Volibear, or Ornn, but rather a combination of status, position, and ability. While in the lore, his rise to power stems from his role in supporting and betraying Mordekaiser San Andreas after the Darkin era, ultimately becoming the de facto ruler of Noxus, Kassadin's backstory actually originates from the Void Blade of Horrock, an ancient ascendant half-body, whose sword slew thousands of charlatans and tricksters during the empire's decline.

Although this is only mentioned indirectly and does not prove that it is LeBlanc itself, it does prove that LeBlanc has an ancient origin.

The reason she's called the Noxian idea queen, the black rose idiot beauty... is mainly because LeBlanc likes to do bad things, and every time her bad deeds fail, she creates a powerful opponent.

He plotted to seize the power of the Shurima Ascended, allowing Azir, Xerath, and others to escape. He manipulated Darkwill to try and kill Swain, but Swain not only survived but even gained the favor and power of a secret demon. Later, he tried to prevent Swain from seizing power, but all his evil schemes were thwarted by Swain, and he even helped Swain achieve his own fame.

They infiltrated Demacia, only to be held back for a whole day by Garen and sixteen Demacian captains who were the vanguard of the Dauntless Vanguard. Two small squads of men held off an entire legion's fierce attack all night until reinforcements arrived. They executed the traitorous king, turning the king from a lovelorn man who would rather have a beautiful woman than his kingdom into a ruthless Demacian fanatic.

In addition, there's the betrayal of Mordkaiser to seize power, only to later discover that her betrayal was also part of Mordkaiser's plan. She trained Rael to fight against Mordkaiser, but Rael discovered the truth and became sworn enemies with the Black Rose. She tried to control Mordkaiser's pet, but the fire demon turned into Annie's teddy bear, attacking Ionia and ultimately causing Ionia to undergo a traditional transformation and establish a deep-seated feud. She created Berea, but Berea successfully escaped and harbored a natural malice towards the Black Rose…

This sounds like LeBlanc is a brilliant, ingenious planner, a master of creating clones. But in reality, that's only part of her failed scheme. In truth, LeBlanc is quite formidable—she's a master of deception magic and adept at creating clones.

Especially according to the latest short story, her clones are scattered throughout every corner of Runeterra. Even Katarina's successful assassination of King Jarvan III of Demacia was aided by LeBlanc's clone disguised as a handmaiden—of course, the MVP is still the kind-hearted LeBlanc; although Katarina succeeded in the assassination, she was still an easy win.

The assassination of Jarvan III demonstrates that LeBlanc's plans, if successful, would have severe consequences. For example, after Jarvan III's death, Jarvan IV's prestige...

Compared to the prolonged chaos that Demacia endured, the mere addition of a few disorganized, wandering enemies was insignificant to LeBlanc. After all, those who hated LeBlanc might not even know who she was...

Thinking about it, Fain stroked his chin, glanced at LeBlanc briefly, and nodded thoughtfully.

This LeBlanc is not the LeBlanc from Fain's memory—there are many versions of LeBlanc, and each version has different artwork. In previous artworks, she gave off a more alluring and seductive vibe—but upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the artwork players see when loading the game is actually an illusion created by LeBlanc. The real LeBlanc is revealed when you open the full artwork; you'll see her phantom coldly smiling as she walks away, leaving behind an illusion to fight the enemy.

LeBlanc's different clones often have different appearances. For example, this LeBlanc clone isn't the third version of the artwork that players are most familiar with, nor is it the image that appeared in the Easter egg in Twin Cities 2. It's not even her appearance in Legends of Runeterra (LoR), but rather the second version of the artwork.

When Riot Games released the first splash art for League of Legends' older champions, they were just a small, fledgling company. The quality of the character artwork wasn't just inconsistent; it was literally appalling. For example, the initial Poppy splash art was so bad that it was hard to tell which character actually possessed the gaping maw of the abyss.

The second set of artwork is different. After Tencent acquired the domestic rights, they found the original artwork to be utterly unacceptable, so they specially commissioned new artwork drawn by the same people. This batch of artwork is the one most familiar to veteran players, with Leona, the Dawnbreaker, and Sivir, the Battle Mistress, being considered classics.

However, later on, one was changed to look like an old lady, and the other's posture became awkward and unsightly. It wasn't until the new version came out that Sivir was a little better, but Leona's beauty was gone forever.

The second version of the splash art for LeBlanc, while having the same clothing style as Riot's original first splash art, is noticeably more alluring in appearance, expression, temperament, figure, and posture.

Is the original splash art LeBlanc's doppelganger in this universe? If so, then without considering the backstory, perhaps LeBlanc's other doppelgangers will also appear in skins?

Thinking this, a thoughtful look appeared in Farn's eyes, and then he asked, "Which of her incarnations are you?"

"A clone? Ha, lucky little fellow, I am the original." Hearing Fane's words, LeBlanc's face also showed a smile: "After all, there are very few people like you who have made contracts with both spiritual beings and demons at the same time. Flowing water and wind? I can guess the wind, it's Janna here, right? And the flowing water? The flood demon, Fallid?"

Looking at Fane, LeBlanc's gaze was filled with scrutiny. As a mage who had existed since the era of the Rune Wars, or even earlier, LeBlanc's understanding of this world far surpassed that of ordinary people. Although she couldn't freely enter and exit the spiritual realm like Fane, she knew more or less about demons and the existence of beings in the spiritual realm.

In the land of Twin Cities, the ability of a psychic being to manipulate storms wasn't difficult for LeBlanc to guess—Janna's faith had existed since the time of Shurima. And as a being that had existed for thousands of years, LeBlanc knew better than anyone what had happened on this land. In contrast, LeBlanc was slightly puzzled by Fain's ability to control water.

Water, as one of the most common elements in the material world, has been associated with countless deities and demons. For example, Nagakaboros of the Bilgewater Sea, while governing change, also manifests her power in the material realm as flowing water. And demons similar to the Flood Demon, the Whirlpool Demon… are even more numerous.

It's not that water is cheap as a carrier of power, but rather that as one of the oldest elements, there are simply too many ancient entities associated with water. Combined with the Rune Wars era leading to a large influx of demons into the material realm, even without LeBlanc's in-depth experience, she couldn't make an accurate judgment. The Flood Demons, in LeBlanc's memory, are relatively ancient and powerful demons associated with water.

Upon hearing LeBlanc claim that she was the true form, Fain simply smiled without refuting it—each of LeBlanc's clones deeply believed herself to be the original. But what does the true original actually look like? Perhaps even the original artwork is a lie?

Thinking it over, Farn simply said calmly, "You'll find out soon enough."

“I’ll make you say it.” Hearing Fain’s reply, LeBlanc wasn’t angry at all; she even smiled at Fain, mimicking his expression. But then, a cold glint appeared in her eyes, and LeBlanc raised her staff. “I just happen to need a good guard dog to watch over this place!”

"Heroes see the same thing."

Farn nodded, cracking his knuckles as he said, "This is the first time I've met a bad girl like you with a name and a reputation. I'm not going to let this go so easily."

There will be another chapter tonight, but it will probably be around 2 AM. I'll catch up on the chapters I missed recently once I'm done with this busy period.

81. Fatal Flaw

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fain and LeBlanc immediately began their battle.

Raising her staff, LeBlanc's gaze towards Fane was filled with undisguised fascination. Without warning, crimson magical chains shot out simultaneously from the shadows of numerous blind spots behind Fane. At these tricky angles, within the darkness, flickering figures could be vaguely seen, as if countless phantoms of "LeBlanc" were appearing and disappearing at the source of the chains.

"Is this the start of the warm-up?" Farn chuckled, standing motionless, but in the swirling water mist around him, three floating water blades instantly formed, emitting a barely audible whooshing sound.

Seemingly fragile, the flowing blade encountered the chains without the slightest resistance. Unlike before, this time the blade didn't directly clash with them, but instead spun at an astonishing speed during flight. Under the influence of centrifugal force, the blade's edges refracted an unusual, cold light, as if the most skillful paper cutter had gained consciousness, instantly shredding the three magical chains into scattered energy.

After the chains shattered, the three illusions of LeBlanc were instantly destroyed, like bubbles that had been popped, vanishing as if they had never existed.

“Don’t disappoint me, Doppelganger.” Fain’s voice carried a hint of anticipation. After all, LeBlanc was the first person Fain had encountered who truly deserved his attention—there had been others before, but those were all in Ionia. Now, with the dual contracts of Ossilash and Janna, Fain’s power was completely different. Putting aside everything else, just the mental realm alone was a domain that only masters could reach in Ionia.

This is best exemplified by Yi, the Wuju Blademaster—able to sense, enter, and control the power of the spiritual realm, making him an undisputed master in Ionia's culture.

Now—Farn gestured with both hands, and the water vapor behind him formed a vortex, which, under continuous compression, formed nine translucent flying blades.

Although they are weapons, these flying blades seem to be imbued with life, constantly swirling around the user, creating layers of afterimages as they rotate at high speed, forming an impenetrable defensive array. Furthermore, the blades themselves are subtly surrounded by swirling, bluish-white vortices.

Concealed in the shadow of a giant gear, watching Fain confront his clone in the arena, LeBlanc's expression was not as casual, relaxed, and confident as her clone's. On the contrary, her eyes remained cold from beginning to end.

Looking down at her abdomen, which she was covering with her right hand, and feeling the stinging pain, even LeBlanc felt a chill run down her spine.

If it were just pain, LeBlanc would have a hundred ways to suppress it, ignore it, or even recover completely. But LeBlanc could also feel that when the other person struck her lower abdomen, a strange energy was forcibly blasted into her body the instant it made contact.

LeBlanc is indeed a powerful mage, but the matter and magic in the spiritual realm are completely different things—refer to Master Yi, who felt the power of spiritual energy in his novella and understood the true meaning of the Wuji Sword Dao.

In the game, Master Yi's E skill, Wuju Style, deals true damage with every strike after activation.

Reality differs from games; the mental realm cannot compare to the most realistic damage in a game. However, it is undeniable that the energy nature of the mental realm is completely different from ordinary magic. Even if one knows that the opponent is using the power of the mental realm, one cannot counteract or neutralize it using methods against magic.

LeBlanc is indeed a powerful mage, but in the realm of the mind—she may understand it better than others, but compared to Fane, or rather Osiris, she is still too inexperienced.

Just like now, although LeBlanc could feel what Fane's attack was injecting into her body, she could only feel it, but couldn't resist it. In fact, LeBlanc could clearly feel that as this power stayed in her body for longer and longer, it was spreading towards her internal organs.

Fortunately, the blow landed in her lower abdomen, so LeBlanc didn't have to worry about her vital organs, such as her heart and brain, being affected. However, the membrane beneath her abdomen had already been violently shaken by the impact, and LeBlanc could now clearly feel her uterus and vagina contracting and twitching.

But as an ancient woman who had lived for thousands of years, how could LeBlanc's will be broken by such a mere impulse? However, LeBlanc knew very well that if things continued like this, even if she could maintain her rationality, she would become a complete loser to the person before her—she did not possess the essence of the spiritual realm. Under such circumstances, once this guy took away ownership of her physical body, then with just a thought from him, her soul, obliterated by her physical body, would fall into Mordekaiser's clutches...

Thinking this, LeBlanc's fingers flew across the page as she chanted an incantation. In an instant, the entire plaza seemed to come alive!

A dozen or so illusions appeared simultaneously from all directions: some raised wands, summoning deadly shadow orbs; some wielded sharp blades, poised to thrust; some even mimicked Fane's pose, conjuring illusory water blades! Real and illusion blurred, danger lurked everywhere, and among the endless phantoms were both truth and falsehood, constantly shifting. Even those watching via live stream felt a sense of suffocation.

'Were they hired by the Middarda family?' Squinting at the battlefield, Camille's eyes flickered. It was clear that LeBlanc's presence in Piltover was not part of her intelligence network.

Fain was not misled by the sheer number of illusions attacking him. Janna's storm power spread through his senses like countless invisible tentacles, instantly capturing every subtle disturbance in the air—the real fluctuations of magical energy, the abnormal surges in airflow, and even the barely perceptible energy phantoms of the illusions.

In that instant, Farn raised his right arm and then clenched it tightly. As if a switch had been flipped, LeBlanc abruptly pursed her lips, lowered her head, and squeezed her legs together slightly, her mind filled with a strange pain in her lower abdomen.

82. Crushing victory, a complete triumph.

The Mark of Pleasure, Osiris, and the common techniques of most demons. It is formed based on the powers and concepts wielded by demons, and its effects and methods of use vary depending on the nature of the user.

Similar to Evelynn, in the game, you can activate a mark to inflict a charm effect on the opponent, increasing the damage they take.

Although Faen is not Osiris's true form, he knows Osiris's purpose and has invaded Osiris's essence through heretical means. For Faen, perceiving, capturing, and influencing targets through marks is still a piece of cake. In comparison, the only thing that is more troublesome is how to complete the application of the mark.

Because Fane is not the real Ossilash, he cannot bestow blessings or curses with a single glance like Ossilash could. However, in the recent battle, Fane had already struck LeBlanc.

As things stand now, after a short period of time, and with the fermentation process, Fain has become able to perceive the flow of LeBlanc's fantasy magic. And—

"Found you!" Farn hissed.

As soon as the voice fell, Fain took a step forward. The air beneath his feet seemed to solidify into a solid form in that instant. With the force of his thick, log-like thighs, the air exploded with a sonic boom!

As Fane's robust figure blurred into afterimages, twelve flowing water blades behind him transformed into swirling, azure streaks of light. Unlike his straight, powerful attacks, these azure water blades didn't strike in a straight line; instead, they circled around Fane with exquisite arcs and deadly spirals, precisely piercing through the gaps in the illusions, shattering and penetrating the countless spells, both real and illusory, before piercing towards the shadows where LeBlanc's true form was hidden!

As Fain drew closer, LeBlanc realized he had discovered her, and she pursed her lips. The burning sensation in her lower abdomen intensified; in fact, LeBlanc could clearly feel the imprint of her spiritual realm beginning to appear two inches below her navel where Fain had struck. The fact that this spiritual energy could manifest and establish itself on her physical body indicated that its erosion was already quite severe.

But it's only serious—"It's not over yet!" A cold and subtle madness flashed across LeBlanc's alluring face.

LeBlanc appears perpetually calm, composed, and confident of victory, but in reality, she isn't truly calm—otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for Mordekaiser's treacherous scheme. Rather, the reason LeBlanc's plans have consistently succeeded is largely due to her own subtle obsession and the high margin for error afforded by illusion magic.

Throughout history, the Pale Lady has died dozens of times. Even Swain killed her once…

Now, LeBlanc knew very well. This mark, seemingly controlling her, wasn't without a way to break it—"Kill you, enslave you! All problems will be solved! Demon!"

Grinning maliciously at Fane, LeBlanc waved her staff, instantly filling the surrounding roads, eaves, and rooftops with golden-purple illusions. These illusions, all identically sculpted, wore the same expression, conveying a sense of shared hatred. Then, a deluge of chains and magical seals surged towards Fane. Unlike the previous half-real illusions, this one was not deceptive; each illusion was infused with LeBlanc's full magical power.

To put it bluntly, LeBlanc is now a one-woman army of mages.

The magical barrage was like a torrential downpour; the moment it struck, Fane vanished almost instantly. Whether observed through telescopes, broadcast live from the alchemical airship, or even projected into the mental realm, the intense magical fluctuations caused brief stutters and distortions.

"Haha, looks like I've won!" The Middarda family patriarch's voice rang out in the Blue Smoked Manor's channel: "Friends, the Middarda family will now be the main force in dismantling Zaun..."

"Don't worry," Camille's voice came through the channel.

Not through live video feed, Camille had somehow already risen and arrived near the battlefield. Two projectiles fired from one of her twin-bladed legs embedded themselves deeply into the special mounting slots prepared for her by the Hextech Tower—in fact, they could have attached and embedded themselves without the slots, but that would have damaged the Alchemy Tower itself, and their strength and security would not have been as reliable as the specially prepared mounting slots.

As Camille approached the battlefield, the Hextech Primal Crystal heart located in her chest continuously pumped out ripples of magical energy. This most primitive Hextech crystal possessed purity, properties, and values ​​far exceeding those of ordinary crystals. This allowed Camille's body to almost stop aging and granted her reactions and perceptions far beyond those of ordinary people.

Especially on the magical level, near the battlefield, Camille could sense that in these surging magical storms, no area—or rather, a figure moving at high speed—was almost completely unaffected.

Just as Camille sensed, the streets of Piltover were being destroyed at an alarming rate amidst the magical bombardment. And the moment Fane came into contact with these storms, the storm power around him intensified dramatically.

These protective energies, born from the rage of the storm, formed a pale wall of wind around Faen. Water then clung to it, transforming into a thick mist that swirled rapidly with the storm. The two combined and overlapped, instantly scattering, shattering, and deflecting all magical seals, chains, orbs, and illusionary blades!

Just as LeBlanc was preparing to intensify her bombardment to halt the annoying creature's advance, she suddenly sensed something. Her pupils contracted sharply, and her graceful figure was forced to tumble out of the shadows. Almost simultaneously, an invisible blade pierced through the air from her blind spot. The black-and-gold cloak, accompanied by a whistling wind, left a damp trail before being shredded by the wind blades that had spread across it!

Looking at her tattered cloak, LeBlanc felt a chill run down her spine. But before she could recover, Fane was already upon her like a shadow!

"Time to get close!" Farn's laughter carried the whooshing sound of high-speed movement.

As he spoke, the flying blades that were flying wildly around Faen did not retract. Instead, they circled around Faen like loyal hounds, and as Faen approached, they burst out of the air at an astonishing speed, shuttling, cutting, and harassing LeBlanc at high speed.

The nimble blades, resonating with the energy of Ionia, displayed a wondrous melody; their movements, both in trajectory and frequency of attack, resembled a beautiful chord. Yet, within this chord, LeBlanc felt absolutely no desire to appreciate it.

In fact, quite the opposite—at least three of the twelve water blades had their light deflected by the storm, only revealing a faint trace of their power at the moment of attack. Combined with the remaining nine blades, the sheer number of incoming flying blades forced her to constantly dodge, preventing her from focusing on casting spells.

In the midst of LeBlanc's brief moment of annoyance, Fain had already used the power of the wind to gain ghostly close-range speed.

The instant he cut within three steps of LeBlanc, Fain's body suddenly swelled, his massive frame growing a head taller with a few crackling sounds. However, compared to before, Fain's skin was now a terrifying crimson. Steam rose from his arms, wrists, and joints, mingling with his increased body temperature.