Carl reached out a finger, carefully hooking Chris's moon-white gown. As the gown slowly moved upwards, her snow-white, jade-like long legs gradually became exposed.
Filling her up was a crucial part of the plan, and it had to be to the point of overflowing.
This way, when Time Stop resumed, she would be able to show a sufficiently strong reaction to make Sylvie and Will wary.
Carl positioned Chris, preparing for the operation.
During the actual process, Carl quickly discovered a tricky problem.
His three-meter-tall body appeared exceptionally massive in front of Chris's petite, only 1.7-meter figure; he couldn't align himself properly.
Carl frowned, lost in thought. Placing Chris on the ground would be the most convenient, but that idea was quickly dismissed.
That would soil her magnificent nun's habit, and Will and Sylvie might even deduce clues from the dust.
"What should I do?" Carl muttered to himself. He really hadn't expected Time Stop to make the actual process so difficult.
His gaze wandered, and suddenly, his eyes fell upon the Gem Throne not far away.
Carl's eyes lit up. He put his arm around Chris's slender waist and walked towards the throne.
After he sat down, he held Chris's delicate waist tightly with both hands and gently placed her on his lap.
Carl glanced at himself; they really didn't match. His arm was thicker than Chris's forearm, and next to her snow-white skin, it created a sense of cruelty.
Chris was beautiful, a beauty of sanctity. Her face was a meticulously carved work of art, her clear eyes filled with concentration and vigilance, frozen in this moment by Time Stop.
Due to the huge size difference between them,
she looked like an exquisitely beautiful doll, gently cradled in Carl's palm.
Carl's strong arm could easily hold Chris in mid-air for the operation.
"Hoo hoo..."
Carl adjusted his breathing. The mismatch issue was more strenuous than expected.
Chris had no reaction, like a soft, pliable doll, which actually removed a lot of fun, but fortunately, she was truly beautiful.
Holding her waist and watching that face sway was visually impactful enough.
"Hoo..." Carl let out a long breath, relaxing completely. It had been about half an hour.
He lowered his head, and when his gaze fell upon some seeping bloodstains beneath her thighs, his brows unconsciously furrowed.
Carl's fingers brushed over the bloodstains, his heart filled with doubt.
Based on his understanding of his own abilities, it should theoretically be impossible for anyone to be injured in this Time Stop space.
The first time, of course, also counted as an injury in some sense.
"So, in Time Stop, being unable to harm the Time Stop target isn't a conceptual injury."
Carl held Chris tightly, feeling the softness and warmth of her body.
He operated while deep in thought.
Time had stopped for him; he had enough time to think.
After finishing three times, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Carl. He abruptly looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
He selected a round gem from nearby and carefully inserted it into Chris's body.
He watched intently as the gem slowly disappeared.
"It really works?!"
Carl exclaimed. If gems could be inserted, it meant he could also insert weapons or other tools.
Once Time Stop ended, these weapons inserted into the opponent's body could instantly harm them from the inside.
As soon as Carl thought of the new strategy, he immediately acted.
He turned and meticulously searched through the pile of treasures nearby, his gaze landing on an exquisite, gem-encrusted dagger.
He picked up the dagger and walked back to Chris.
He tried to insert it again.
However, unexpectedly, the dagger seemed to be blocked by a Formless force and could not be inserted anywhere into Chris's body.
"It can't be?" Carl frowned in confusion, looking at the dagger in his hand.
Why could the gem be inserted, but the dagger could not?
Carl casually tossed the dagger aside and fell into thought again, while one hand pressed on Chris's head; thinking didn't affect him doing serious business.
After another three times,
a flicker of insight crossed Carl's eyes; he seemed to have found the key to the problem.
He walked towards the pile of gems again, this time picking up a cylindrical gem.
He returned to Chris and gently placed the gem against her body.
This time, the gem met no resistance and successfully entered Chris.
Carl leaned back, enlightened. He finally understood the mechanism within the Time Stop space. These gems, due to their shape,
were judged to be those props often seen in movies.
While he couldn't directly inflict harm with weapons, this discovery also allowed him to pull off some clever maneuvers.
Carl looked at Chris in his arms: "First, let's get down to business."
He started to work hard... working hard... hard... Sylvie had been staring at Carl. His composed expression filled her with a strong sense of unease. When he raised his finger and pointed at Chris,
her heart tightened, and she blurted out, "Careful!"
However, her warning seemed to come a little late.
Chris suddenly let out an ambiguous cry of surprise: "Um, ah?!"
Her body suddenly went limp, as if all strength had left her, and she knelt on one knee.
Chris's eyes were filled with confusion, shock, and helplessness.
Sylvie and Will were both stunned by this sudden turn of events.
"What's wrong, Chris!" Will's expression instantly turned panicked. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and the staff in his hand suddenly erupted with an even more dazzling light than before.
The light quickly outlined two complex magic circles in the air, tightly enveloping the three of them.
The runes of the magic circle slowly rotated under Will's control, emitting a mysterious glow.
Clearly, this was an extremely advanced spell.
Sylvie hurriedly knelt down to help Chris, her eyes full of worry: "Chris, what's wrong with you?"
"I..." Chris pressed her legs together, trying hard to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she only felt a soreness in her throat; her jaw was dislocated.
Her usually sacred and serene face was now filled with panic and helplessness.
A sudden surge of soreness from all over her body erupted like a torrent in an instant.
She clutched her abdomen tightly with her hand, her eyes revealing an indescribable pain.
She vaguely felt her abdomen seemed slightly distended, as if something was stirring inside.
Chapter 5: Magic Power
Chris's sacred face was now filled with astonishment.
Beneath the sacred nun's long dress, her slender feet were tightly pressed together, and an inexplicable energy surged within her body, as if ready to burst forth at any moment.
Even so, she could still clearly feel an indescribable muddiness constantly emanating from within her body.
Will struggled to maintain the magic circle, his mana rapidly draining, causing his face to turn pale. He anxiously asked, "Chris! Where are you hurt? Can you still use magic?"
"I..." A milky-white magic power suddenly appeared on Chris's right hand. As this magic power circulated around her abdomen,
the tearing pain in her body only slightly eased.
But the feeling of bloating in her stomach and abdomen still hadn't disappeared.
"I don't know... It feels like there's something in my stomach and abdomen!"
"Something in your stomach and abdomen?" Will nervously supported the magic circle, desperately searching his mind for all the magical knowledge he had ever learned.
Even though he was a prince and had studied various magical knowledge since childhood,
he still couldn't find any similar magic. This unknown, combined with the high intensity of magic consumption, caused fine beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.
His gaze towards Carl grew increasingly wary.
Sylvie saw that Chris seemed mostly unharmed, and she breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes remained vigilant.
She watched Carl nervously; the courage her companion's encouragement had given her earlier now prevented her from acting rashly.
Chris frowned tightly. Seeing Carl high up on the throne, with no intention of continuing to attack them, she gritted her teeth and carefully pinched the hem of her skirt with her hand.
This made her feel an unprecedented shame.
But now, she had no time to worry about such things.
She carefully reached her hand into the side of her long skirt, her fingertips gently brushing the inside of her thigh, picking up some mysterious energy. When she withdrew her hand, her fingertips were covered with a special, binding magic power.
She looked down at this unknown magic power closely, her face full of confusion.
This confusion lasted only for an instant, followed by a sudden change in her expression; her sacred face lost its color.
As fear spread, her tense muscles relaxed.
An endless stream of magic power continuously emerged from beneath her sacred nun's robe, sliding down her calves... "No... it's not real."
Chris was clearly panicked. Combined with the dislocated jaw and the sensation of muscle tearing, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave at this moment.
"Chris?!" Sylvie saw her face change dramatically and quickly shouted, trying to make her come to her senses.
Carl remained seated on the throne, enjoying her astonishment and fear. Seeing Chris's body begin to tremble, he knew the plan was halfway successful.
"No... impossible?" Chris looked up at Carl.
Carl said nothing, merely watching her quietly, enjoying the drama of the moment.
Sylvie and Will both sensed that Chris seemed to have discovered something extraordinary and immediately grew anxious.
"Chris! What exactly have you discovered?!" Will was very agitated. This was the first time he had seen the usually mature and steady Chris look like this.
"There's no need to panic." Carl's voice was calm, as if he were merely stating a simple fact. His huge red pupils looked at Chris:
"Your vision is still narrow now; seeing me is naturally like a frog in a well looking up at the moon. If you submit to me, you can glimpse the vastness of this world."
Chris bit her lower lip, experiencing fear, shock, and absurdity.
If she hadn't guessed wrong, his ability was related to space, an ability that only existed in storybooks.
Impossible.
Chris wanted to deny it, but the constant bloating sensation from her body reminded her that this was the truth; otherwise, it couldn't be explained. It couldn't possibly be Time Stop, could it?
"Chris, what exactly have you discovered?" Sylvie grew even more anxious.
"He..." Chris's face was pale, filled with fear and confusion. She stared intently at Carl, her voice trembling:
"He... he can probably use space magic, capable of transferring objects, even transferring them into our bodies."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Will immediately retorted upon hearing this: "This must be its trick."
His voice was anxious. Space magic was a fantasy spell that only existed in epic novels.
Moreover, dragons had always relied on their own Dragon Flame; how could they use magic?
Chris also seemed somewhat hesitant. She naturally found this conclusion a bit far-fetched, but besides that, she couldn't explain how the special energy in her stomach and body came to be.
"I..."