The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1438: Mission Variables

The mission shifted dramatically once Klaus discovered that the Foreign Race could already be one step ahead, with certain individuals from this universe orchestrating their abrupt invasion.

Klaus had long realized the Heavens Court was likely in touch with a being far beyond the reach of this universe's top powerhouses.

Suspicions had lingered in his mind from the very beginning. But now, absolute certainty gripped him—this was reality. They had connected with an extraordinarily mighty entity.

Still, the Foreign Race remained a dire threat, and if unknown players were entangled, one of the three great powerhouses was probably culpable.

Dismissing the Heavenly Court for its deep-rooted corruption and the Dark Space Company as his own outfit, Klaus narrowed it down to the Universe Bank, Mission Hall, and Warrior Tower.

At his core, he trusted the Warrior Tower's purity, owing to the Burning Angel as a founder. An existence like that suggested possible detachment from the Foreign Race.

That said, with 12 founding leaders, some could have abandoned their original purpose ages ago.

Yet he refused to believe they were all rotten. Though most clashed with the Paragon, none were idiotic enough to court such peril.

Human greed, however, was a cunning beast. Temptations at the right price could unleash unimaginable deeds.

The Universe Bank focused on commerce and riches, so Klaus saw no surprise in their potential betrayal. Profiting from an alliance with the Foreign Race was plausible, demanding vigilant watch.

The Mission Hall's involvement felt inevitable to him. Their founders had been his sworn foes across his myriad lifetimes.

One stood vivid in memory: the Nine Lives Cat King, rival in his fourth incarnation. Fierce battles nearly claimed their lives repeatedly. That avaricious fiend? Easily capable.

Thus, spurning a chance for greater power made no sense. Sinking his teeth into Queen Leah could catapult him to True Immortal within a single month.

His primary body's growth determined how many clones he commanded. He aimed to dispatch all nine, each tasked with infiltrating domains ripe for his expanding sway.

Once finished, no recovery would be possible for them.

"Fine. I will see what I can do," Klaus sighed, then cherished his final moments with his wives. Their bountiful earnings meant all 27 would soon retreat into seclusion.

With weeks still ahead for him, they'd emerge prior to his departure. This timing also allowed bonding with Lady Danika and the rest.

After two more hours entwined, he refreshed himself and stepped out for the first time in seven days.

Exiting the room, the very person he yearned for most appeared first.

"Lady Danika..." Klaus called, approaching the stunning woman immersed in morning yoga. Opting for formation mastery, combat training held no appeal for her.

Even attempting battle, her frame couldn't withstand it. Light stretches were her limit.

Her daughter, privy to her flexibility, urged further honing. Thus prepared, Klaus's enhanced blood might unlock a combat-boosting secondary class.

"K-Klaus... what are you doing here?" Caught underdressed—far from her ideal for his presence—she flustered.

Klaus chuckled, dismissing her needless modesty. Innumerable souls would flaunt such allure, so her concealment begged the question of sincerity.

"No need to be embarrassed, Lady Danika. You look perfect in my eyes."

Her cheeks flamed as she whipped her head aside, avoiding the youth she battled shyness against.

"How are you doing, mother-in-law?" Klaus paused before her, chin-tilting her gaze to his captivating features.

"I am fine," she murmured, averting once more.

"How cute. To think a bona fide beauty such as yourself would be this flustered before me, I am awestruck." Lady Danika smiled, poised to flee, but Klaus seized her waist and vaulted into the pool mere meters away.

Lady Danika's scream emerged muffled, stifled by Klaus's palm.

"I saw how sweaty you are and decided to wash your body first before we go out."

"Go out?" Lady Danika queried, Klaus's words lost in the commotion.

The brat smiled and nodded. "I plan to roam the city, so I want you to come with me."

"I don’t know." She glanced back at his originating mansion. "How about your wives? Aren’t they around to go with you?"

"They are too tired after an entire week of sex." Klaus grinned. "And what do you mean by my wives? Aren’t you also my wife?"

He edged nearer, waist-drawing her until her ample bosom pressed firmly against him. "Or are you telling me you don’t want to be my wife?"

"I didn’t say that."

"Oh, then you want to become my wife."

Klaus tugged her tighter and planted a kiss on her neck. "You can’t do this here... We are outside."

"What is there to be worried about? It is just you and me here, or are you afraid your daughter will see you?" Her blush intensified fiercely.

"Oh, how cute." Klaus licked her neck, drawing his face nearer. "Makes me wonder if you and your daughter had already planned to devour me."

He silenced her with a kiss before words formed.

Moments later, he withdrew, smiling. "Don’t worry, we will not be having sex today. However, I am going to make sure that after today, you will not feel shy around me any longer."

His hand claimed one breast as his lips sought hers again. This time, his tongue delved into her mouth, probing deeply.

Meanwhile, fingers kneaded her breast adeptly, easing off her tank top gradually.

Minutes in, one breast spilled free, ripe for Klaus's nipple pinch.

"MmmhhhH," she moaned, her body aflame with heat.