Chapter 128 Remnant

A week had passed, and Nero found himself entrenched in the same routine that had become the hallmark of his existence.

Day in and day out, he dutifully honed his skills with the sword, the rhythmic clang of metal against metal serving as the soundtrack to his solitary endeavors.

There was a certain solace in the familiar monotony, a comforting rhythm that lulled him into a sense of stability.

But he knew that if he were to ever fulfill his quest of amassing a harem of a hundred women, he would need to cast aside his laziness to venture beyond the safety of his shell.

"It's time," Nero proclaimed with a sense of purpose, his voice echoing with a newfound resolve as he took the lead, flanked by two captivating women.

One veiled her countenance, her aura cloaked in an enigmatic allure, while the other walked with grace, her beauty a beacon that drew admiring glances from all who beheld her.