About crossing over to the other world and becoming a member of the Bound God's family.

The beautiful trickster lady is currently suspended from the ceiling beams, bound and gagged! She's still wearing the same revealing dress from her performance, but the ropes bind her even more tightly than before. Her arms are tied together above the elbows, then pulled back and secured to the ankles of her long legs, which are also bound from the upper thighs. Her body is further restrained by a diamond-shaped rope bondage, resembling a turtle shell. A thick hemp rope, braided from multiple strands, starts at her waist and is secured to several hooks on the ceiling beams, suspending her delicate form in mid-air. A gag with holes is stuffed in her mouth, and drool pools on the floor. Hearing the door open, she lifts her head with some difficulty, whimpering. The sight stuns the three of them into silence. Jessica even conjures an ice spike. Vina, however, is accustomed to such scenes. She quickly assesses the situation: there are no signs of a struggle, everything is neatly arranged, and the array of colorful props on the bed makes it hard to believe they aren't Lydia's own possessions. "Mmmph mmmph," Lydia continues to whimper at Vina, even playfully winking. Well, it seems she did this to herself. Vina steps forward and removes the drool-covered gag. Before Vina can speak, Lydia casually greets the three of them, "Hi, Nana, and Nana's friends. Sorry, I don't think I can entertain you properly right now." "What's going on here?" Vina touches the hemp ropes on Lydia's body, feeling a strange itch herself at the sight. "Training! I'm training for my performance!" "Your escape act?" "Of course," Lydia proudly lifts her head. "I'm a professional!" "And can you get out of this?" Vina strokes her chin. "That anti-magic collar you're wearing is also professional-grade. You haven't broken through to Archmage yet, have you?" "Not yet! That's why I can't get out!" Lydia continues to state matter-of-factly.

Rest was impossible. Ivy dragged her towards a strange-looking rack. Kris didn't recognize its purpose, but she knew she would soon experience its function with her own body. First, her legs. Kris's legs were untied, only to be immediately folded and bound in a position where her calves were pressed against her thighs. This posture was not only humiliating but also far more agonizing than before. And Ivy had bound her with exceptional force, her heels almost touching her crotch. This, of course, was not the end. Kris's upper body was also re-bound, her arms separated from her torso. Her body was subjected to a 'standard' Shibari, except it was tied exceptionally tight. The diamond-shaped rope net dug into her flesh, creating raised mounds, and the knot of the crotch rope was so deeply embedded between her legs that it was almost invisible. Her arms, however, were bound together from wrist to elbow, completely immobilized. Kris was fortunate to have such flexibility, otherwise, this alone would have sent her screaming. The rack's height was just enough to hoist her hands high behind her back. Bent over, the chain from her collar connected to an iron ring on the ground. This position was far from comfortable. One only had to imagine it: her legs, unable to straighten, were squatted on the ground, the ropes from her knees pulled to the sides of the rack, forcing her legs wide open. Her body was bound in a severe Shibari. Her arms, bound at the elbows, were then hoisted up, her wrists positioned higher than her head. The only way she could find any slight comfort for her arms was to stand on her tiptoes or straighten her back. But her back couldn't straighten, and her head couldn't lift. She could only look down at the ground before her. So, Kris could only lift her heels slightly off the ground, but after a few seconds, all her efforts were in vain. Instead, the tension on the ropes throughout her body almost made her faint. Even the Church of Bondage had never devised such a cruel binding method. Kris couldn't even beg for mercy; the gagged mouth could only emit suppressed moans. "We've arrived." It was even darker here, as if deliberately designed by its creator. All the illuminating crystals had been extinguished. Vina lit them with a casual gesture and began to survey the surroundings. The room wasn't large. Besides the now-lit crystals, it was filled with countless magic stones whose purpose was unclear, and even the floor beneath their feet was inscribed with magic circles. Kris couldn't understand any of this and immediately asked, "Sister Vina, can you tell what these formations do?" Vina shook her head. "The only thing I can be sure of is that what we're looking for is within the central metallic device. It... seems to be charging this ruin. It's a shame. If Sika were here, perhaps she could discern more." Without Vina needing to say it, Kris couldn't ignore the metallic 'giant egg' at the very center. The closer she got, the more she felt a sense of kinship, as if whatever was inside had an extraordinary connection to her. A realization dawned in her heart. She approached the giant egg and leaned her forehead against it. The cool, smooth touch was somewhat comforting. Then, Kris felt her mental energy being rapidly absorbed, but not in large quantities. After only a slight feeling of fatigue, it was over. She stood up straight and opened her eyes. Everything before her was completely beyond her expectations. There was no divine artifact, nor was it empty. Inside the metallic device were two women, tightly bound! They were two women with exquisite figures. Their heads were covered with black hoods, obscuring their faces. Long hair spilled from the gaps in the hoods, falling somewhat messily onto their shoulders, and subtly stirred by a strange magical force. They faced each other, their hands locked behind their backs with identical single-hand restraints. The material outlined the curves of their hands, revealing that their hands were clenched inside and heavily bound with rope from wrist to elbow, rendering them completely immobile. They were completely naked, clad in an exquisite rope dress that accentuated their already stunning figures. The leather straps extending from the single-hand restraints reinforced the bindings on their upper bodies, forming a tight cage with the rope dress, locking them securely. As for their slender legs, they were bound by dozens of ropes from their ankles to their groins, then folded together. Their toes could almost touch their beautiful buttocks, and their two pairs of fair, tender big toes were tied together with thin threads, leaving no room for separation. At their groins, a thick, large vibrator was naturally inserted into their deep gardens. Supported by the crotch ropes, these two vibrators were almost completely submerged within their bodies, with only a hint of red marks visible, held in place by the ropes. The crystalline fluid secreted from their crevices made their thighs appear wet and glistening with the same luster, exuding an aura of utter abandon and debauchery. Kris summoned a chain and attempted to touch the two women. Only then did she discover an invisible barrier of light separating them from the outside. As her chain touched the barrier, wave-like ripples spread out, and the entire room suddenly brightened. An unseen wind blew, and Kris felt something connecting her to them. Who were they? Did they have any connection to the divine artifact? "No need to try," Vina said from the side. "This is extremely precise magic. Without the relevant knowledge, it cannot be opened." "Not even you can?" Kris asked. Vina shook her head and replied, "I could break it by brute force, but the result probably wouldn't be good." Kris nodded in understanding. It seemed there was no other way. Just then, her mental energy suddenly fluctuated slightly, as if her connection to the outside had suddenly weakened. She looked at Vina, noticing a subtle change in her expression. "My cheap master, or rather, the contract between us, has disappeared." Kris suddenly realized. After entering the ruins, she hadn't paid attention to the now-useless tool. Only now, when she tried to sense it, did she realize the person no longer existed. Simultaneously, this was also an extremely secular faith. It required no offerings, no piety. The followers of the 'God of Enslavement' simply reveled in the pleasure of stripping others of their freedom and possessions amidst chaos. They could not, and did not need to, provide much faith power, merely using it to satisfy their own desires. Here, on the outskirts of Rogel, was one of the 'Slave Island's' strongholds. Several figures cloaked in black, their faces hidden by masks, gathered together. There were no idols here, nor was prayer needed. Bypassing tedious rituals, they convened simply to plan their next move. "Number 1 is successful," one of the black-clad figures said hoarsely. He clapped his hands, and from the shadows, the sound of chains grew closer. Then, a figure crawled slowly on all fours. With each movement, a melodious moan could be heard. Yes, this was a domesticated female dog. Her limbs were folded, as if she had no calves or forearms, forcing her to crawl on her knees and elbows. A collar adorned her neck, and its chain was naturally held in the black-clad figure's hand. A bit was in her mouth, its central ring open, and her tongue was pulled out by an exquisite little clip. She was truly like a dog, only able to whimper and let her saliva drip. Her eyes were fitted with semi-transparent crystal lenses, allowing her to see only a few meters ahead. She crawled wantonly to the black-clad figure before stopping. Then, she obediently prostrated herself at Number 1's feet, her buttocks raised. A clearly visible dog tail was deeply [X_X] inside her body, swaying gently with her movements. She was the 'Number 1' the black-clad figures spoke of. None of them knew where she came from, nor how the black-clad figures acquired her. Even with their faces masked, their eyes were filled with envy. Such an obedient slave was something they had yet to possess. But none dared to harbor any improper thoughts towards her. Having participated in several meetings, they all knew how formidable this female dog's combat power was, and how much value she held for the black-clad figure. Take this mission, for example. Number 1's target was one of their commercial rivals. Her assassination not only left no evidence, but they could even devour his inheritance while his family was unprepared. As for his family members, they would naturally become their slaves. Using the divine arts of the 'God of Enslavement,' their control over slaves was not limited to the physical. Faced with slaves of vastly different strengths, they could control everything, both mentally and physically. This was the reason for the 'God of Enslavement's' growing influence. These individuals all held high positions and wielded considerable power, acting with impunity. Their subordinates were influenced by them, and slaves they deemed unworthy were naturally divided as spoils of war. The last time she encountered such a situation was also with Vivian. That failed ritual had cost her her name and existence. And this time, it was her again... Kris was initially afraid of this, but as Vivian had said, Vivian, who had left her legacy in the future world, still existed. But until this moment, she suddenly understood. The Vivian who paid the price for the ritual was not the Vivian of the past, but... the true Vivian, who existed in the same world as her, right now! Without further attention to Nina and the others, Kris rushed into the Hall of Delights. At the deepest part of the dungeon was a seal enacted by Kris's authority, naturally imprisoning the culprit, Emilia. She was now firmly restrained by a divine artifact of the Church of Bondage. The magical ropes cast by Kris, as if alive, ceaselessly tormented her mind and body. In addition to the ropes, Emilia's body was encased in a set of strict restraint devices: a straitjacket, shackles, and a hood. She was truly unable to move even a finger, her sight and hearing completely deprived, her mouth gagged, and even her sole breathing hole was only opened every few seconds. Kris unceremoniously pulled off her hood and asked without hesitation, "In your memory, besides yourself, how many bishops were there in the Church?" "Mas-master?" Emilia was still dazed from returning to the light. Extreme restraint and emptiness had long made it difficult for her to quell her desires. If not for the contract's binding, she might have already been unable to resist moaning. Even so, her reaction was indeed slow. But Kris couldn't wait. She slapped her, the crisp sound followed by her stern voice, "Answer me!" "Th-three." "Names!" "Adeline, Iiyeta, and Nina." "Damn it..." Kris finally recalled. Emilia's memory contained no trace of Vivian. Even if they had clashed in the past, Vivian had likely never revealed her identity. She no longer paid attention to Emilia, waving her hand again to have the hood cover Emilia once more. Despair, darkness, and suffocation once again enveloped the former Pope of the God of Enslavement. She let out a moan of unsatisfied desire, continuing to endure her punishment. Angela was still handling official business when Kris burst in. With Emilia's capture, the curse in her bloodline had significantly lessened. However, she found that she seemed to have grown accustomed to being bound. Upon learning from Kris that the stunningly beautiful woman was her ancestor, after extreme shock, she simply accepted that being bound was an ingrained factor in her bloodline, something that couldn't be alleviated by removing the curse. Thus, she still wore shackles, and along with Rita, she was taking stock of losses and reviewing the list of newly recruited personnel. "Angela, do you remember the person who lifted the curse for you?"