Florida Man in Magus World: Unleashing Liberty and Freedom

WHOOSH

Jiji suddenly teleported from the village to the Fate Plaza. The KAR 98k hunting rifle was still in her hands.

"Eh?" She blinked in confusion. Her eyes scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. But the moment she spotted Felix nearby, she let out a deep sigh of relief. "Oh, it's you, master. You scared me for a second."

Felix shrugged, offering a quick explanation. "I was testing the new system structure's functions. Did I interrupt you?"

"I was in the middle of teaching a lamia about gun anatomy and disassembly techniques."

"I see," Felix nodded. "I'll send you back in a moment. But first, I need you to tell Clover that the transportation is ready. Get everyone prepared to move by noon tomorrow."

"Sure, master,"

Jiji agreed. Her eyes brightened with excitement. She couldn't wait to boast to her former subordinates about Felix's brilliance and the wonders of his new territory. As her mind wandered, she began mentally drafting a new work schedule for the tribe, eager to dive back into her duties.

However, as Felix moved closer, she snapped back to reality. Her thoughts were interrupted.

"Master?"

Without saying a word, Felix gently took her hand, locking his fingers with hers. He turned and began leading her toward his house. Enjoy reading at m v le_mp-yr

"Oh. Hehe, master, you're being kinky. We're alone, you know. You can just ask me directly if you need my service,"

"…"

Felix remained silent. A week of stress and frustration had weighed heavily on him, pushing him to the edge. He needed a release, something to ease the pressure building inside him before he lose his sanity.

And so, Felix and Jiji spent the next few intimate hours together. As his tension melted away, Felix finally felt the burden of his responsibilities lift, at least for a little while.

When it was over, Felix let her go. His mood was lighter, so did his balls.

Jiji, content and reenergized, returned to the village before nightfall to inform Clover about the upcoming move. She carried Felix's message and her own excitement about the next phase of their journey.

…

WHOOSH

Jiji reappeared in the village. Her sudden arrival caused an immediate stir among the crowd. Startled murmurs and gasps echoed as they took in her abrupt return.

The commotion quickly caught the attention of the commanding officers, and Clover rushed over to see her former princess. The other lamias followed closely behind, interested in the commotion.

Where had she gone?

How had she vanished so quickly?

How did she return?

However, the moment they caught a whiff of Jiji's lingering bodily odor, the crowd's confusion quickly turned into knowing smirks. Everyone began grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm back," Jiji announced gracefully, slithering toward Clover and lowering her head in a show of respect.

Clover, arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips, sighed deeply. She teased, "Our new master really has a soft spot for you, doesn't he? Actually, I'm surprised that he can still live after he did that with you."

Jiji tilted her head in confusion, unsure of what Clover was referring to. She glanced around at the other lamias. Noticing the way they were giggling and whispering to one another. Suspicion gnawed at her as she tried to piece together what was going on.

It wasn't until she paused to think for a moment that it hit her.

"Ah."

With a soft groan, Jiji lightly tapped her forehead in a mini-facepalm.

She had forgotten to take a bath. And with these hormone-driven lamias—known for their heightened sense of smell—it was all too easy for them to pick up on a woman who carried a man's scent... and the liquid of affection.

Her realization only deepened as one of the lamias grinned and spoke up, "Your Highness, we envy you."

"…"

Once again, Jiji deeply sighed. Her cheeks tinged with embarrassment as she stood there, surrounded by the snickering crowd. Even as a former princess, there were moments when the lamia tribe's keen noses and playful teasing were just too much.

…

Promised Date, Noon

Felix stood in front of the Fate Plaza, his eyes flicking to the system screen.

It was 11:55 AM—five minutes earlier than the scheduled time. Impatient as always, Felix muttered to himself, justifying his decision to jump the gun.

"The locals don't have clocks, right? I doubt anyone will realize it's five minutes early. Might as well teleport them now and speed things up."

With a sigh, he navigated through the system menu, ticking the checkboxes that would authorize everyone from below the floating island to enter his domain. Once he had selected the entire group, he hit the confirm button.

The octahedral crystal atop the Fate Plaza began spinning faster, and the platform underneath started to glow. Beams of light descended toward the designated targets below, locking onto them and pulling them up in a cascade of teleportation flashes.

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One after another, the lamias began to appear on the platform.

Felix instinctively took a few steps back, keeping a safe distance from the newly teleported crowd about 100 meters away. As he watched, his sharp eyes caught the details of the items they were bringing along.

Most of the lamias were carrying large container backpacks stuffed with a variety of items, such as tools for butchering, fencing materials, wooden planks, nails, pots, and more. A few of them balanced large clay jars of fresh water on top of their heads with ease.

Clover and the beastmen also arrived, pulling along farm carts loaded with salvaged materials from their fields. They hadn't left anything behind, just as promised. The entire operation had gone smoothly, and everything, including the carts, had been teleported along with them.

Among the group, Jiji reappeared and quickly made her way to Felix's side. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around his. Her face slightly flushed, and she seemed more flustered than usual.

Felix raised an eyebrow, sensing her unusual behavior. "What's wrong, Jiji? Did someone bully you?"

"Nobody, master," Jiji replied.

"Are you sure? You don't usually cling to me like this in public."

Jiji gave a small nod, but her grip tightened slightly. "That's true, but not today, master. I need to show everyone... that I'm your favorite."

"…Huh?"

Felix blinked, baffled by her words. His gaze shifted to the crowd who gathered around the Fate Plaza.

Everyone had arrived safely, but instead of just taking in their surroundings, the lamias seemed to be watching Felix intently. They grinned widely and bowed their heads, but there was something else in their expressions—a mischievous gleam in their eyes, something far more lewd than simple respect.

Felix's stomach churned as he noticed their gazes flicker down toward his pants. Several of the lamias flicked their slit tongues in his direction, and some even opened their mouths, swirling their tongues suggestively as if showing off their skills.

The air was thick with innuendo. Their behavior left no doubt about what on their minds was.

"…"

Felix slowly nodded, piecing together what Jiji had meant.

Her sudden clinginess wasn't just affection. It was a statement, a way to keep the lamias in check and a declaration of ownership. These snake-women were as lustful as ever, and without Jiji by his side, there was no telling what kind of trouble they might cause.

While the lewd tension still lingered in the air, Clover made her way toward Felix, pulling along the farm carts with ease. Her massive flower-like lower body, composed of thick roots and petals, moved gracefully yet commanded an imposing presence.

As she approached, the atmosphere shifted. Her monstrous form was enough to disperse the lamias' suggestive energy, and their playful grins faded into more respectful expressions.

"As promised, we have brought the salvaged artifacts with us." She gestured to the carts now lined up before Felix. "I hope you will honor our agreement as well."

With that, she bowed low, her towering frame bending gracefully. The beastmen who accompanied her, including Huchu, also lowered their heads in a gesture of respect and solidarity.

Felix waved his hand dismissively, a subtle signal for them to relax. His gaze shifted toward the open grasslands on the eastern side of the island, and he pointed in that direction.

"You're free to settle your village anywhere in that grassland. But keep an eye out for the purple forest to the north. It's still crawling with tree monsters. And if you're looking for water or building materials, there's a lake surrounded by a forest to the south."

Clover's eyes lit up at the mention of the lake. A broad smile spread across her face as she seized the opportunity.

"A lake, you say? May we settle near it?"

Felix hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the lamias, who were still gathered nearby. He narrowed his eyes at them and then turned back to Clover.

"I don't have any problem with that, but…" He paused deliberately, his gaze drifting back to the lamias who were watching the interaction with barely concealed mischief. "Make sure they don't contaminate the lake."

Clover followed his gaze, and the meaning behind Felix's warning was clear. The lamias, who had moments ago been flicking their tongues and making suggestive gestures, now gave innocent smiles in response, as if they were perfectly unaware of their prior behavior.

Clover chuckled, understanding the implications. "Understood. I'll make sure they behave."

Felix nodded, somewhat relieved, though he still couldn't shake the feeling that he would have to keep a close eye on the lamias. Their lustful energy seemed boundless, and the last thing he needed was for the island's water supply to become a site of "unplanned rituals."

"Good. Let me know if you need anything else once you're settled," Felix added, casting one last look at the mischievous lamias before turning his attention back to Clover and the beastmen.

"One more thing." The normally quiet beastman representative, Huchu, suddenly raised his head, "Can we hunt here? As you know, we beastmen are carnivorous. We eat meat, not tree leaves."

Felix paused, a wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He had recently checked the state of his floating island, and the cursed moon had mutated nearly all the wildlife. He doubted any wild animals were left to hunt.

"There are no animal herds on this island," Felix admitted.

The news hit the beastmen like a punch to the gut. Their faces paled, and they exchanged troubled glances, frowning as they grappled with the grim reality—no meat meant no real sustenance for them, and they were at a loss for how to feed themselves tomorrow.

Sensing their dismay, Felix decided to offer a temporary solution. He couldn't leave them high and dry, after all. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned in slightly and asked, "I have a question. Just out of curiosity... can you eat overcooked dragon meat?"

The beastmen blinked in confusion, their ears perking up.

Overcooked what?