“I permit you to state your name.”

Dimensional Dream regarded Roland with an exaggeratedly flamboyant air, pondering how to conquer this man.

He had joined the Church of Annihilation solely to secure a patron who’d let him commit evil acts with impunity.

As a man who loved men, finding another who shared his desires—and suited him—was nearly impossible.

So, wielding dream magic, he’d stalk handsome men on the streets. Once alone, he’d pull them into dreams and implant false affection.

Upon waking, they’d be madly infatuated with him. Through this method, he’d toyed with countless men—mature uncles, fierce wolves, innocent puppies—you name it.

After turning the husband of a female Sage from the Arcane Order gay, he was exposed. Overnight, powerful mages hunted him.

He escaped using masterful dream magic but suffered severe wounds, taking years to recover.

During that time, Crimson Tail of the Church of Annihilation offered him sanctuary: join, and no deed would go unpunished *for him*. Driven by lust, Dimensional Dream agreed.

At first cautious, he avoided nobles. But after turning a young clan leader gay and facing zero consequences, he grew brazen—targeting only high-status men.

Yet after exhausting every “type,” emptiness struck him. Like a wealthy man tired of common women, he now craved the snow lotus: rare, proud, blooming alone on icy peaks.

But where to find it?

Until Crimson Tail assigned him a mission. Hoping to scout fresh prey, he spotted Roland—and felt his soul tremble.

*This is the one.* That aura of defying the world, that calm, untouchable confidence—it electrified him to the core.

He *had* to conquer this man. By any means.

Roland shuddered, goosebumps rising. Yet his face remained perfectly calm as he replied with effortless nonchalance:

“If I state my name just because you permit it? How undignified.”

Little Silva’s eyes sparkled. “Yenoa! Big Brother’s so cool—way cooler than before! I’m marrying him someday!”

Little Yenoa sighed inwardly. *Even young Silva wants him? Just how charming is that guy?*

“Hmph.” Dimensional Dream smirked from the sky, teeth flashing white. “Arrogant. Let’s see if you stay that way after I’ve *trained* and conquered you.”

“Yenoa… what does ‘training’ mean?” Little Silva tilted her head, utterly innocent. “And why do I suddenly wanna punch that guy up there?”

“I don’t know either.”

Yenoa saw it clearly: this cultist desired men—and had set his sights on Roland. Worse, Silva was subconsciously jealous…

Roland snapped. All dignity vanished.

“You? A full-grown man wanting to conquer *me*? Go home and jerk off! Only a woman with a big chest, a shapely ass, and long legs conquers me!”

He erupted into blazing fire, shooting skyward—a fiery tail scorching the air.

Dimensional Dream sneered. Six black wings twisted into roaring tornadoes, surging toward Roland.

Roland simply raised his right arm, charging a punch.

BOOM!

A thunderous roar split the heavens. Violet lightning crackled across his body, merging with blood-red flames. Fire and storm swirled into his fist—a force capable of shaking the sky.

Ordinary mages needed time to draw circles. At Roland’s level? Spells formed in a thought, hidden from sight. But fusing lightning and fire? That demanded godlike control—one slip meant annihilation.

Roland feared nothing. Blessed by the Elemental King, his affinity with all elements was perfect—second only to the King himself.

He swung.

Energy exploded like a dam breaking. Lightning and fire shattered the six black wings. Residual force blasted a perfect hole through the clouds; the shockwave tore the darkness apart.

Shattered wings dissolved into mist. Roland shot through, fist wreathed in dragon-shaped flame.

Dimensional Dream vanished—reappearing yards away, barely evading the blow.

“This is a dream realm! Here, *I* am god!” Arrogance dripped from his voice. “You’re just a Sage. I’m one of the Church of Annihilation’s Three Heavenly Kings—a Grand Sage-tier mage! This is *my* domain. What can you possibly use against me?”

“Grand Sage? I’ve killed them before,” Roland said flatly.

“Oh? A Sage-tier slaying a Grand Sage?” Dimensional Dream chuckled. “If true… you’re even more fascinating. I *must* conquer you.”

“But… you’re tied to that repulsive woman.” His gaze locked on Little Silva below; a cold glint flashed in his eyes. “Your girlfriend, yes? Know what her ‘sweet dream’ contains?”

“I don’t know. Don’t care.” Roland’s tone stayed calm—while silently weaving a grand magic array.

“Hah! She dreams of *making love* with you on your wedding night.” His face darkened. “So she dies. A perfect man like you shouldn’t be defiled by a woman.”

He waved a hand. A shriek tore from the black clouds—a massive shadowy bird dove, beak aimed like a spear at Little Silva.