Chapter 40: I Want to Have Your Baby

His sacrifice ability was essentially an equivalent exchange.

He could offer anything as a sacrifice and receive an equivalent reward in return.

Out of everything he had sacrificed so far, the most valuable things were souls and faith.

Next in line was knowledge.

When he sacrificed knowledge, he could instantly gain the insights and truths it contained.

By sacrificing souls, he could obtain the knowledge and power of the one sacrificed.

And faith—faith was the purest and most mysterious of all.

Any object imbued with faith, once sacrificed, would yield a return far greater than expected.

If all sacrificial offerings were ranked, faith, souls, and knowledge would be at the very top of the pyramid.

So, rather than sacrificing ordinary items, it would be much more beneficial to find an old, historical church and sacrifice the whole thing.

That would certainly bring him an abundant reward.

Of course, this was just a thought.

If a church mysteriously disappeared, it would probably cause an uproar across the entire country, and people might even label it a miracle.

At that point, it would be impossible for him to stay hidden.

He'd be exposed in no time.

"So troublesome..."

Rod sighed.

Although it would be a hassle, it wasn't entirely hopeless.

Historical relics or artifacts could still be bought—if you were willing to spend enough money, that is.

In this capital-driven world, having money made you a god.

When he got home, he barely had time to sit down.

Knock knock knock!

There was a sudden knock at the door.

Who could it be this late at night?

Puzzled, Rod opened the door, and a figure immediately threw itself at him.

The familiar scent and touch made Rod instantly calm down, just as he was about to react.

"Darling, quick!"

"My parents won't let me stay out past ten, so we've got an hour and a half," Emma said urgently as she tugged at Rod's clothes.

Looking at the woman who seemed desperate, Rod couldn't help but feel a bit exasperated.

Wait a minute...

Who was really taking advantage here—him or her?

Why did it feel like he was the one being taken advantage of?

Before he could fully process what was happening, Emma had already pushed him down onto the bed.

"Darling, just enjoy it."

Rod stared at the ceiling, feeling helpless.

For all her aggressive enthusiasm, Emma's stamina didn't seem to match her words, leaving Rod to take charge reluctantly.

"Oh God, you have no idea how I've been holding back these past few days."

"That idiot Buck is completely useless," Emma purred contentedly, lying in Rod's arms, her fingers tracing his muscular chest with a look of satisfaction in her eyes.

In just a few days, her ex-boyfriend seemed like a completely different person.

Everything she once liked about him had become even better.

She was starting to feel like she couldn't live without him.

"Did you bring any protection?" Rod frowned. He was more concerned about the aftermath than anything else.

Although it was technically a safe time, it wasn't a guarantee.

If she ended up getting pregnant by chance, that would be a real mess.

A responsible player knows not to mix casual fun with real life.

"It's fine. If I'm that lucky, then I'll just have the baby."

"Buck's such a fool; he'd be happy to be the dad and wouldn't even suspect anything."

"Besides, I wouldn't mind having your baby," Emma said in a lazy tone, but her words were no joke.

This woman?

Rod stared at Emma in disbelief. Could she really say something like that?

He didn't remember her being this bold before.

After thinking it over, Rod quickly realized what was going on.

It had to be the hormones from his body affecting her.

A woman like Emma knew exactly what she wanted.

Even if she was still physically drawn to him, she wouldn't risk getting pregnant by another man while trying to marry into a wealthy family.

If she were caught, her dream of becoming a high-society wife would be shattered.

Clearly, her brain was being overridden by her instincts.

In simple terms, it was a hormone overload, turning her into a love-struck fool.

Her emotions were now in control, and her logical thinking had been completely overridden by temporary passion.

It would probably take a few hours for her to cool down and snap out of it.

"You should go."

Glancing at the time, Rod decisively started to usher her out.

He had other things to do and didn't have time to stay tangled up with his ex.

Emma, seeing the time, looked a bit reluctant but knew she had to leave.

She slipped off the torn stockings and tossed them into the trash.

Picking up the scattered clothes, she slowly began to dress.

"Darling, behave yourself and wait for me," she said as she sat on Rod's lap, giving him a passionate French kiss before leaving.

As she prepared to go, she mumbled in a slightly complaining tone.

"It's your fault for being so rough. Buck didn't make a big deal out of it, but he'll still be in the hospital for a week."

"I have to take care of him during that time, so I won't be able to come by. Save up your energy, and I'll come find you when I can."