"Let's forget that it happened, okay?"
Brandon, however, seemed determined to keep the memory alive, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he retorted with a quip that bordered on audacity.
"How could I possibly forget? When it comes to sexual stuff, my memory is very good. I could even recite the six-digit codes of the most obscure hentai scenes."
Unfazed by his remark, Amelia chose to maintain her dignified silence, refusing to be drawn into a discourse about such frivolous subjects. Instead, she directed her focus toward matters of genuine importance, gently redirecting the conversation to more pressing matters at hand.
Amelia's words hung in the air, laden with a weight that left little room for levity. Her gaze locked onto Brandon's, her tone resolute and unwavering.
"The purpose of your presence here should already be clear to you from the knowledge and information I have given to you. And, before the question forms on your lips, I must inform you that you are, indeed, dead."
"However, if you can successfully attain ownership of the fabled Primordial Spear and become its rightful master, I can connect your soul with the Primordial Spear and revive you."
The gravity of Amelia's proposition washed over Brandon, causing his demeanor to shift from lighthearted banter to a state of solemn contemplation. The seriousness of the situation was not lost on him, and he responded in kind, his countenance mirroring his newfound resolve.
In that moment, the air around them seemed to still as they both recognized the magnitude of what lay before them. Their playful exchanges faded into the background as they delved into the depths of a profound and life-altering undertaking.
"How can I obtain ownership of the Primordial Spear? I am just an average man with no supernatural powers. I don't even know why that damn bitch of a Primordial Of Sin mistook me for a supernatural person."
Brandon's words stirred a mix of confusion and curiosity within Amelia. She furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of the situation. "Aren't you the Primordial of Penetration?" she asked, her voice tinged with intrigue. "If you're not a supernatural being, then what does that make everyone else? Just average and utterly insignificant?"
With a determined nod, Amelia stepped closer to Brandon, her voice filled with conviction. "Even though you may not have tapped into your Primordial Providence yet, that is why we are here. I will be your guide on this journey, assisting you in awakening your PP."
Amelia's words hung in the air, laden with promise and intrigue. Brandon's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued by the mention of his dormant power, the Primordial Providence.
As their eyes met, a sense of shared purpose enveloped them, propelling them forward into the unknown. Little did they know that the path they were about to embark on would challenge their perceptions, push the boundaries of their desires, and reveal secrets that would forever alter their lives.
"To obtain the ownership of the Primordial Spear, you must earn my recognition. And to earn my recognition, you need to complete my challenge!"
Amelia's words echoed in Brandon's mind, each syllable resonating with a mix of challenge and mystery. The path to obtaining the Primordial Spear was not a straightforward one; it required her recognition, earned through the completion of Amelia's enigmatic challenge.
Brandon couldn't help but wonder about the circumstances that had led him to this extraordinary juncture. Why was he the chosen vessel for the Primordial of Penetration? And why was the Primordial Spear entwined with Amelia, its artifact spirit?
The significance of recent developments began to sink in as he realized the weight of what he must accomplish to claim ownership of the coveted Primordial Spear. Questions buzzed in his mind like restless bees, begging for answers, yet he understood that now was not the time for inquiries.
With a determined glint in his eyes, Brandon squared his shoulders and made a silent vow to himself. He would rise to the occasion, embracing the trials that awaited him on this path. Only then would he earn Amelia's recognition and the right to wield the Primordial Spear.
The enigmatic nature of his newfound title, the Primordial Of Penetration, sparked both curiosity and confusion within Brandon. He yearned to unravel the mysteries surrounding his identity, to understand why fate had chosen him for this remarkable destiny. However, he knew that patience and perseverance were the keys to unlocking the truths that lay hidden.
Deep within the recesses of Brandon's mind, the revelations imparted by Amelia began to take shape. The intricacies of their intertwined existence unfolded before him, illuminating a profound connection between Amelia and the Primordial Spear.
Amelia, the embodiment of power and grace, stood as the very essence of the Primordial of Spear. It was not a mere title she bore, but a profound fusion of her being with the sacred artifact itself. The Primordial Spear was more than an inanimate weapon—it was an extension of her physical form, her very body.
But there was more to this enigmatic bond. Amelia's essence, her true spirit, resided within the depths of the Primordial Spear as its artifact spirit. It was a manifestation of her soul, her ethereal presence given shape and purpose. Through this metaphysical connection, Amelia's power coursed through the Primordial Spear, infusing it with an unparalleled potency.
'As long as I obtained ownership of the Primordial Spear, wouldn't that mean that I own Amelia's body and spirit as well?'
Brandon's thoughts swirled with the weight of his newfound understanding. As he pondered the implications of his potential ownership of the Primordial Spear, a dangerous idea flickered in the depths of his mind. The notion that he would possess not only the artifact itself but also lay claim to Amelia's body and spirit tugged at the edges of his consciousness.
'She did say that I would become her master after I obtain ownership of the Primordial Spear… So as my servant, I should be able to do anything to her!'
A sinister smirk played upon Brandon's lips as a sense of entitlement surged within him. He couldn't help but contemplate the power he would wield as Amelia's supposed master. The concept of her servitude ignited a spark of dominance within him, seducing him with thoughts of unrestrained control.
'For my dreams of losing my V-card to a very beautiful girl as well as becoming a Harem Overlord, I must obtain her!'
To him, these dreams were worth pursuing at any cost, even if it meant venturing into uncharted territory.
With unyielding resolve, Brandon turned his gaze towards Amelia, his voice laced with anticipation and a hint of playful defiance. "Amelia, what's the challenge about? Even if it's to sell my body to you, I will reluctantly do it!"
In response to Brandon's joke, Amelia rolled her eyes and ignored it. But since he asked her an important question, she still answered his doubts.
"If you want to complete my challenge to earn my recognition, you need to bed me and inject your semen into my womb! In other words, you must have sex with me!"