The Golden Lord Has A Perverted Sss Rank Summoning System Chapter 447

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[Name: Hilda, the Divine Shipbuilder

Age: 268

Description: Hilda was born into a poor family of fishermen in an underdeveloped and neglected region, so far from the capital that many of its inhabitants had forgotten what the imperial banners even looked like.

She worked from an early age, helping her father with fishing and her grandfather with shipbuilding, but at the age of thirteen, a group of pirates raided her village. They killed her family, and she could only run for her life.

At fourteen, she arrived in the Sacred Imperial Capital and began working as an assistant to a famous shipbuilder, who eventually adopted her.

At nineteen, she inherited her adoptive mother’s fortune, and by thirty, she was already known as the greatest shipbuilder of all time.

She began with true behemoths that dominated the seas, but by the final years of her life, she had even built the first and most powerful flying ships.

Hilda died in an accident involving her greatest creation; her life was cut short by the explosion of a mana engine.

Hilda was known for her exotic appearance and personality, but her wealth and influence still drew countless suitors from wealthy families, all lining up for a chance to marry her. She rejected every single one of them.

Hilda achieved transcendence through shipbuilding.

By constructing Hilda’s old shipyard, you can recruit her former fleet of workers—five thousand women whose hands once built the largest and most beautiful vessels ever to sail these seas.

Starting Level: 180

Base Loyalty: 90%

Base Opinion: 70%

Talent: SSS]

Ethan did his best not to jump for joy right then and there, slowly bringing his breathing back under control.

His luck, however, was much worse from that point on.

Seventy spins went by with nothing but Rank A items or lower.

Of the main items, he secured only the two other alternatives he’d selected—also specialized pops—whose professions he could choose freely.

Finally, on the very last spin, the golden light flared, revealing an SS-Rank item.

[Congratulations, you have received: 10,000 Emerald-Eyed Divine Stag Summoning Eggs. (SS-Rank)]

[Name: Emerald-Eyed Divine Stag Summoning Egg.

Description: A magical beast famous for its beauty, power, and loyalty, widely used by the elven cavalry of the past thanks to its ability to traverse and maintain combat effectiveness on flat terrain as well as in mountainous, frozen, and, of course, dense forest terrain.

Its intelligence is relatively high for a beast of its level. It possesses a strong ability to form bonds with knights and a limited capacity to use nature magic.

Rank: SS]

And so the rounds continued.

Ethan received a few other Rank S items—specifically weapons, armor, and some potions—but they weren’t really of much use to him.

Finally, setting aside the pop cards—which now totaled two hundred fifty thousand new inhabitants, almost all of them extremely talented—he turned his attention to the other two main items from the luck system.

[Name: Custom Military Unit Creation Card.

Description: A card capable of recruiting up to 2,500 customized soldiers. You can define these soldiers’ appearance, armor, affinities, and proficiencies.

Only third-stage soldiers can be recruited. Each soldier costs 100 gold coins.

Rank: S]

[Name: National Production Bonus

Description: A production bonus applied nationwide to the entire working class, doubling their productivity. The bonus lasts five years and applies to every citizen whose work involves material production.

Rank: SSS]

The last item was a very pleasant surprise for Ethan.

He hadn’t specifically asked for it, but it was still an extremely powerful bonus.

Ethan already had many bonuses applied to Goldenveil’s workers, and he had received more than thirty Rank A or lower bonuses from these last four hundred premium gacha tickets alone.

Still, all of those buffs were short-lived and only applied to specific areas.

A bonus that would boost the productivity of every worker in Goldenveil at once—and for a full five years—was simply incredible.

In the end, Ethan sighed and used the slightly more than two hundred thousand pop cards he had accumulated.

Goldenveil would receive seventy thousand new residents, including the thirty thousand from the common pop bonuses he had received earlier. The remaining one hundred fifty thousand would be divided among the three cities.

This would raise the population of the entire County of Goldenveil to nearly four hundred sixty thousand people, out of the five hundred thousand needed to elevate it to a duchy.

With the other fifty thousand pop cards he’d received and an SS-Rank City Creation Core—also obtained from the four hundred gacha tickets—he would found a new city east of Goldenveil, near the border with the Kingdom of Burning Ice.

He would use those cards to populate it fully, ensuring there were enough people to form a legion and protect it.

Once that was done, Ethan set everything else aside, his eyes finally returning to Hilda’s description.

Honestly, the fact that she was from the Mythic Era had him really excited.

Arwen had also been born in the Mythic Era, but that was after the war in which the God-Emperor of Mankind fell into the hands of the God of War—a time when dragons had already been reduced to a handful and the world’s magic was waning.

Hilda, on the other hand, had lived during the height of the Empire.

She had built the first flying ships in history and had been the very foundation of the naval force of the greatest and most powerful empire that had ever existed.

Of course, Ethan knew he wasn’t ready to build flying ships yet.

The Kingdom of Burning Ice had only two, bought secondhand and still being paid off in monthly installments that would last a hundred years.

Goldenveil simply couldn’t muster the resources needed for flying ships, but large seagoing vessels were an entirely different story.

It was time to prepare to dominate Lake Azur!

Ethan didn’t hesitate any longer and used Hilda’s summoning card.

Immediately, a blinding light flooded his office, washing the color out of everything around him and forcing him to squint.

This time, however, she appeared right in front of him, just a few steps from his desk—not above it.

From within that light, Ethan saw a pair of delicate, feminine feet emerge, clad in simple yet clearly high-quality leather shoes.

Following them came long legs, the calves toned and shapely, flowing up into thick, voluptuous thighs.

Every inch of them was covered in dark, creamy caramel skin that seemed to glow under the light of the summoning.

They were firm thighs, belonging to a woman who had spent her life working on her feet, yet still squishy and full.

A pair of sturdy work shorts hugged her wide hips, the fabric stretched snug around the thickness of her thighs, its hem pressing faint lines into the soft flesh there. They were larger than the ones Evelyn liked to wear, but still revealing.

Her stomach was bare, smooth, and slender, with the subtle firmness of someone who worked hard every single day, and her breasts—honestly—might as well have been bare too.

They were large, full and round, comparable to Elena’s without a doubt.

Wrapped around that creamy brown skin was a single strip of white fabric that cut them straight across the middle, just wide enough to cover her areolas and nipples. Barely.

The cloth was so thin that the darker circles of her areolas showed faintly through it, along with the puffy bumps of her nipples pressing against the material.

The fabric was tied at the back and pulled so tight that it dug into those fat tits, cinching them and forcing the voluminous flesh out in both directions. It spilled over the top and bottom of the strap in two heavy, squishy folds, the skin creasing softly where the edges of the cloth bit into it.

They looked ready to escape at any sudden movement, practically begging to be squeezed by Ethan’s hands.

Her shoulders were completely bare, as were her toned arms and her legs.

That obviously wasn’t the outfit she wore on a daily basis. It was what she liked to wear when she worked, doing heavy labor surrounded only by her employees. Those employees had all been women, orphaned girls she herself had taken in and adopted.

Finally, Ethan’s eyes rose to her face.

It was… beautiful, certainly, but a different kind of beauty from what he was used to.

Alice, Elena, Ophelia, and even Evelyn had refined, noble faces.

Hilda’s had its own appeal—her lips rosy and full, her eyes a deep green, her eyebrows thin and straight above long, slightly curved lashes. And yet there was a certain wildness in her firm chin and the sharp gleam of those green eyes.

Her hair was wine-red, short and spiky, a few unruly strands falling across her forehead. Ethan loved long hair, but Hilda’s suited her perfectly—a breath of fresh air in his harem.

Hilda’s feet touched the floor. Her knees gave the barest dip as she landed, and a pained moan escaped her lips, low and hoarse.

The slight impact traveled straight up into those breasts, and the thin cloth was no match for their weight. They sank for an instant, dragging down against the band, before rising again, slow and heavy, settling into a lazy jiggle like two mountains of Jell-O.

The white band dug even deeper into her flesh with the movement, and the caramel-colored skin bulging above and beneath it quivered, each fold wobbling against the edge of the cloth, taking a second longer to settle than the rest of her body.

As he admired those fat tits, squished like that by such a thin piece of fabric, a thought struck Ethan, and his eyes widened.

Wait… wasn’t this the perfect outfit for a titfuck?

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[Hilda’s art is now available on the Char tab!

The art available here is an extremely censored and fully cropped version!