197: Chapter 197 This romantic luck is too strong, my body can't handle it.

A throne? Chen Yuan looked at the Pearl of Europe before him, whose eyes burned with frantic ambition. The curve of his lips slowly widened, eventually turning into a low, penetrating chuckle.

He didn't flinch, nor did he put on a cliché show of hypocritical refusal. In this Law of the jungle dictated by capital and firepower, only a fool would push away power and a stunning beauty offered on a silver platter.

“Princess Helena, your appetite is even larger than I imagined.” Chen Yuan slowly stood up, his leather shoes making a crisp echo on the marble floor. He walked toward Helena step by step, the oppressive aura of an apex predator instantly enveloping the noble princess.

He extended a slender finger, unabashedly tilting Helena's exquisite chin. Her skin felt warm and smooth to the touch, and her world-toppling face was inches away, her azure eyes reflecting his cold countenance.

“Helping someone reclaim a throne is no small business. It requires deploying my Tyrant Legions and might even mean full-scale war with the entire old aristocratic System of Europe.” Chen Yuan's gaze slid unscrupulously over her nearly transparent, deep-black V-neck evening gown. The vast expanse of snowy-white skin under the crystal chandelier was dazzling.

“What makes you think that your beautiful body alone is enough to pay for Umbrella Corporation's military expenses?”

Helena trembled slightly. She could clearly feel the terrifying power coming from her chin—a sense of absolute control that could snap her neck at any moment.

But she did not back down. She bit her luscious red lips and proudly straightened her back, bringing her breathtaking curves even closer to Chen Yuan's chest.

“Because I can give you not only my body, but also absolute control over the entire Iberian Peninsula.” Helena's voice carried a hint of desperate determination. “As soon as I ascend the throne, Umbrella will become the kingdom's sole legitimate Royal Guard. Your Youth-Preserving Pills and military products can be exempted from all tariffs, directly monopolizing the entire South European market.”

She stood on her tiptoes, her warm breath spraying directly onto Chen Yuan's Adam's apple. Her sapphire-like eyes held a near-fanatical admiration.

“Mr. Chen, this is a guaranteed profitable deal. You not only get an obedient Queen but also the map of a sovereign nation.”

“A guaranteed profit indeed.” The dark light in Chen Yuan's eyes suddenly surged. He grabbed Helena's slender waist and, with sheer power, lifted her up and pressed her heavily against himself.

“Since the Princess is so sincere, I'll take this deal.”

Isabella, who had been waiting in the shadows, saw this and curled her lips into a seductive smile. This once-lofty Vampire Countess now stepped forward quietly like a well-behaved kitten.

Her dark red skirt swayed gracefully, her eyes filled with a fanaticism that thrived on chaos. Her fangs, which had their genetic defects repaired, were faintly visible.

“Master, the long night is most suitable for signing an alliance. Shall I prepare the large bed in the deepest part of the wine cellar for you and Princess Helena?”

Chen Yuan looked down at the blushing Pearl of Europe in his arms, then at the extremely charming Vampire Countess beside him. These two women—one a proud royal legitimate, the other a Queen of the Night who had lived for three hundred years—were now both willingly surrendering at his feet.

“Lead the way.” Chen Yuan unceremoniously picked Helena up in a bridal carry. He strode toward the depths of the winery, leaving behind the Night Walker Guard in the hall, who stood with lowered eyes, not even daring to breathe loudly.

That night, the Bordeaux Winery was completely transformed into a realm of boundless luxury and pleasure.

Outside the window, a light drizzle pattered against the ancient stained-glass windows. But in the most hidden luxury bedroom of the temperature-controlled wine cellar, a fierce war without smoke was beginning.

To show her absolute sincerity in the alliance, Helena completely abandoned all royal reserve and upbringing.

And Isabella, by her side, was even more well-versed in the ways of seduction.

Mellow red wine spilled onto the expensive Persian carpet.

It wasn't until a streak of grayish-white appeared on the eastern horizon that this absurd and frenzied alliance ceremony came to an end.

The luxurious custom bed was already a mess. Helena's stunning face was marked with undried tear stains; she curled up under the covers like an exhausted kitten, unable to lift even a single finger.

Even Isabella, with her freakish Physique, was slumped at the foot of the bed. Her dark red hair was a disheveled mess, her chest heaving violently, and the look she gave Chen Yuan was now filled with a deep-seated awe and fear.

Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes. He pulled back the covers and sat up, a rare trace of fatigue flashing through his pitch-black eyes for the first time.

He took a sharp breath and couldn't help but reach out to rub his lower back. A long-forgotten soreness spread along his spine.

He, a non-human who had been injected with the perfect version of the T-Virus and could punch a main battle tank into scrap metal, actually felt a sense of emptiness in his waist. It felt as if he had just run a marathon while carrying two mountains.

“This peach blossom luck is too strong; my body really can't quite handle it.” Chen Yuan shook his head with a wry smile. He glanced at the two top-tier beauties on the bed and couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

One was a crazy princess who would give her life to reclaim her country, and the other was a vampire with maxed-out endurance after genetic modification. The combined combat power of these two women was a hundred times more difficult to deal with than The Pentagon's special forces.

If it weren't for his freakish Physique modified by the System, he would have been sucked dry on the bed by these two female demons last night. This 'blessing of having many wives' sounded beautiful, but in practice, it was purely a lethal physical labor.

“Looks like I'll have to get that old madman Zola to research some more tonics to strengthen my Foundation when I get back.” Chen Yuan muttered with a bit of humble-bragging helplessness. If his troubles were made known, men all over the world would likely go mad with envy.

He pulled back the velvet quilt, grabbed a black silk bathrobe draped over the back of a chair, and threw it on. A few fine scratch marks remained on his broad, sturdy chest—medals of honor from last night's fierce battle.

Chen Yuan stepped barefoot onto the thick carpet. He walked to the nearby bar, intending to pour himself a glass of ice water to soothe his parched throat.

Ice cubes dropped into the crystal glass with a crisp clinking sound. Just as he raised the glass to his lips—

A piercing and sharp System notification sounded deep in his mind without warning.

“Ding. System Red Alert triggered.”

The cold, mechanical voice of the Red Queen instantly tore through the morning silence, carrying a terrifying pressure as if data calculations had reached their limit.

Chen Yuan's hand jerked to a halt. The laziness of just waking up in his eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by a killing intent as cold as a blade.

The System rarely issued a Red Alert unless it encountered a fatal crisis sufficient to threaten Umbrella's Foundation.

“What happened?” Chen Yuan set down the water glass, his voice as heavy as ice.

“Boss, our monitoring network at the Jinghai Chen Family has just been completely cut off. An unknown ultra-high-frequency signal is forcibly overriding our communication bands.”

The Red Queen's voice held a rare gravity. “Target locked. The opponent has brought not only heavy firepower but also directional disruption weapons specifically targeting biochemical genes.”