In the morning, sunlight shone once again through the glass, casting a colorful chromatic glare.
As sunlight spilled onto the snow-white, soft goose-down quilt, it reflected off Bardi's chest. The light was instantly absorbed by his skin, which emitted a faint glow.
Bardi slowly opened his eyes. His bright gaze looked up at the sky, reflecting the multicolored spectrum. Dust motes drifted in front of his eyes. His body was slightly relaxed, his cells fully active. As he rose, he absorbed the sunlight, full of energy, and a powerful sensation surged from every inch of his muscles and cells.
The cells began to actively absorb sunlight, making him feel warm and comfortable, like the satisfaction of eating.
Sharing in this comfort under the sun was also Pamela Lillian Isley.
A faint chlorophyll tint colored her face, and her lips were tinged with blue-green. As the sunlight touched her, the chlorophyll began photosynthesis, and the parts of her skin that had been soaked by water emitted a green glow.
All over her body, aside from the fiery red of her hair, there was a faint green luminescence. That was her blood, now fused with chlorophyll, undergoing photosynthesis like a plant.
Her cheek rested against Bardi's chest, her hair disheveled. The bedding covered her voluptuous figure, the curves beneath clearly outlined. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly. She felt Bardi waking up but didn't respond, continuing to feign sleep. The firmness and warmth of his chest made her feel incredibly safe.
Last night, Poison Ivy had come to him.
Pamela was fully aware that she had become something alien. She could absorb sunlight like a plant, her skin entirely green, a kind of monster already feared and regarded as a freak by humans.
That terrifying transformation had led her to kill for the first time, unleashing massive fear. Then, she was captured by the League of Assassins like a commodity. Desperately, she summoned a mass of plant growth out of fear, managed to escape, only to be caught by Raven. A spell was used to calm her into a drowsy state and she was brought to Bardi.
When she saw Bardi, she was overwhelmed with joy, fear, panic, and helplessness.
She had become a monster.
Of course, she didn't know that Bardi had long wanted her to become this kind of monster. From the moment he saw her, he comforted her gently, calmly, without the slightest hint of fear, disgust, or revulsion.
Until late at night, beneath this faintly green body, they had sex.
That moment made Pamela burst into tears of joy. In the midst of confusion, fear, and panic, the Bardi she admired touched her mutated body and kissed her unique form. With turquoise lips, he fiercely told her that even if she was no longer human, he was still the man who dazzled her under the sun when she first laid eyes on him.
Bardi turned slightly and gently shifted Pamela's head onto the pillow. Her eyelashes trembled—she was awake. Bardi paid no attention to it. Her delicate figure, curled up like a demonic elf, exuded an intensely seductive charm.
Bardi smiled slightly, got out of bed, and gently lifted the quilt to cover her full body. These small gestures of tenderness came naturally to him.
In fact, for any lover, these little details were deeply moving.
Pamela heard Bardi's footsteps moving away. Her trembling eyelashes opened slightly, and she gently pulled at the edge of the quilt, careful not to make a sound. Her eyes were filled with affection as she watched Bardi's figure gradually fade into the distance.
In the end, her eyes grew moist, the corners of her turquoise lips lifted in a smile. She closed her eyes again and fell peacefully back to sleep.
Some people accept you, even as a monster.
How wonderful.
…
That morning, after bathing,
Bardi instructed Hera to prepare breakfast for Pamela and take care of her. At the same time, it served as a way to monitor her.
Bardi didn't want Pamela, after falling for him, to be so moved that she began to doubt herself and leave him, thinking she was unworthy now that she had become a monster.
Everything was to remain within his control.
After arranging all that, he connected to Raven's teleportation. She had tracked her target to Siberia. After reminding her to be careful, Bardi went straight to the tenth floor to continue perfecting his blueprint for the future.
Now, he had enough strength to take the world. What he needed was people—his own people—to manage it. Over the next few days, even the next ten years, he would need to create consuls and soldiers endlessly, relentlessly, madly, to turn Earth into his perfect garden.
But just half an hour later, Lex knocked on the door of Bardi's office to ask about the trademark for the future company.
Currently, Universe Biotechnology Co., Ltd. was still using the logo of the company they acquired. It was a placeholder. Now, they were about to consolidate all resources and establish Bardi's vast empire. A unified, meaningful symbol was needed.
Lex didn't dare make this decision alone. This might become the flag of a future nation, even the symbol of Earth itself. How could he act carelessly? So he came straight to Bardi to ask.
"Boss…"
He walked in and looked at Bardi, and couldn't help but reveal a trace of admiration. The god-like image from before lingered in his mind, and his heart felt warm.
Bardi nodded, his eyes thoughtful.
He realized that he had never decided on a symbol to represent himself.
Unlike Krypton's twelve houses, which had distinct insignias.
The House of El's S-shaped emblem represented hope. Just seeing it brought to mind Superman.
It was an impression etched into the public consciousness. No need to explain. People just remembered.
The room was silent.
Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the gently floating dust in the air.
Bardi's eyes opened and closed slowly, as if inspiration had struck.
When he thought about how this logo would one day fly above Earth, on the moon, on the sun, on countless planets across the universe—declaring the entire universe, all of it, to be his property—Bardi's heart surged with unmatched fervor and dominance.
The hard lines of his face curved into a faint smile, as if he were looking down upon the world.
He picked up a pen and drew on the paper.
The smile was powerful, exuding an undeniable dominance.
He drew the Ω symbol.
Then, he lifted the paper. Under the bright light, the large Ω reflected onto the ground.
All of this… for Barmulodi!
(To be continued.)
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