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Like a villain reaching out with a hand or a carrot, trying to lure the turtle's head out, the speaker deliberately raises or lowers their tone to create an atmosphere.
The boy named Jiang Cheng was doing his best to use known abduction techniques to make his words more believable—if the smile on his lips wasn't so strange, so deliberately wicked, and if it were more normal, it would probably be easier for people to believe him.
At least in the clear sky after the rain, the boy reflected in her bright purple eyes seemed too utilitarian and too eager. The distance he closed with Bronya even exceeded the full kinetic energy of their passive, romantic encounter under the moonlight.
Previously, such scenes were extremely rare even in anime and novels, only vaguely appearing under the authority of a Herrscher. They were ruined without the slightest hesitation, but now…
Jiang Cheng was clearly dealing with serious matters.
Jiang Cheng was clearly thinking of her.
The girl still felt that Bronya was an eyesore.
The result of trying my best to adjust my emotions was that my eyes, which usually sparkled like stars, seemed to be obscured by the morning clouds, becoming dim. The upward curve of my lips disappeared, and I pouted slightly. My cheeks were round and chubby, and the bright sunlight danced on the ends of my hair, adding a thin filter to my dissatisfied expression, making it more vivid.
I don't know if it's because I'm still being called by my full name even now, or because the boy, as my partner, is offering Bronya some help.
"Xie'er..."
The turtle's head was fished out with a finger.
The silver-haired girl poked her head out.
“Since that experiment, Seele Freeai fell from the real world into the ether/quantum and is still in the sea of quantum, protected by her stigma personality.”
“If you hope to see the person who calls you Bronya again someday, then obey my orders,” Jiang Cheng said condescendingly. “Obey the orders of me, the person whose understanding and knowledge of the world, including my power, far surpasses that of your mother, Cocolia.”
What proof do you have that what you're saying is true?
I simply can't bring myself to say something like that.
It wasn't just because the Herrscher of Thunder was standing right behind him, and any act of dissent would be immediately killed; it was also because of the solemnity and certainty in his words, as if he were calculating an epic mathematical problem and was certain that his answer was absolutely correct—like a mathematical problem, there would be no room for change.
Bronya looked at him.
Looking up at him.
Looking up at the person who had previously been regarded as an accessory, a mere fraction of Raiden Mei, and who had never truly received even a single extra glance.
Their eyes were clearly heterochromatic, possessing a unique quality resulting from the alteration of their stigmata—a fleeting tenderness like looking up at a falling cherry blossom petal on an uphill slope, lacking any of the liveliness and vibrancy of spring, instead resembling the color of an iceberg or snowfield that should belong to the person opposite them.
His fingertips pointed to the ground, his downcast gaze arrogant, showing no intention of offending another female lead for the sake of one.
"—Atonement!"
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Chapter 41 Jiangcheng: Duck, you don't want anything to happen to Xier, do you?
Ahhh...
They really dote on you.
For Raiden Mei.
Like cherry blossoms frozen on the ground in the snow, like fallen leaves blown by the wind for half a day... Especially that cold, sweeping finger, the emotion contained within it is so strong that even a passerby who knows nothing about it will unconsciously sigh, "What a domineering CEO!"
"Now I command you to do everything in your power to make Raiden Mei forgive you and make her happy," he coldly ordered.
Ah... I made the Herrscher of Thunder happy?
The girl, who had nothing, no connections, and no income, couldn't quite understand it.
Am I really qualified, or even necessary, to do something like making the Herrscher of Thunder feel better?
The girl could clearly see that Raiden Mei, who had just been wearing an unhappy expression, had her expression brighten the moment the boy's voice fell—the light in her purple eyes was like the clouds in the dim sky being torn apart in an instant, revealing overflowing starlight and a silver ribbon hanging in the sky.
But this brilliance lasted only a moment. When the Herrscher who wielded lightning realized that she was looking at him, his expression instantly plummeted.
The starry sky was once again shrouded in dark clouds, which were not only so thick that it was hard to breathe, but also flashed with clearly visible lightning.
"I don't care what method you use, I don't care at all, I just want the result—that Raiden Mei is happy to forgive you, otherwise not only Seele, but also Anzu, Rosalia, Lilia..." Jiang Cheng listed the dishes one by one, his eyes cold to the point of cruelty.
There was no need to say anything more, because the silence was enough. He simply raised his fingers slightly, straightened his palm, and forcefully ran it across his neck.
This is a classic gesture, almost as old as smashing a glass at a banquet.
Compared to this direct and decisive visual language, any words seem pale and powerless.
As a child who was conscripted into the army and had to take up arms at an age when she should have been breastfeeding, it was impossible to ignore or disregard the determination in her words.
It is absolutely true.
This is not deception.
It's not just pretentious posturing.
This person named Jiang Cheng, who could carry a knife and slaughter an entire building in the academy, killing a group of girls who were still in school, could absolutely not be incapable of doing such a thing.
Compared to the previous baseless and purely verbal enticement, this threat was so intense it felt like a heavy hammer slamming into the girl's head.
The pain left Bronya's mind blank—she had always fought as a soldier, had brushed past death several times, and had even lost her legs and emotions, but only now was the first time the girl had felt the despair of being so close to death.
Erlin Shrimp Five Bell Leek IIIliu9 At this moment, now, now...
Compared to this pain—feeling like I'd been brutally beaten even though I wasn't attacked—any previous injury, even the beatings I suffered when the Herrscher of Thunder vented her anger, seemed insignificant.
This feeling is completely unrelated to words like bravery and heroism, and has absolutely nothing to do with the patience and endurance taught by the instructors and my mother.
On the contrary, the more persistent and determined you are, the more severe the treatment you will encounter, the more tragic the consequences for those around you, and the more you will lose.
Especially the boy who looked down from above—the boy who, though he hadn't made a move, seemed even more ruthless than the enraged Herrscher of Thunder—pointed out without hesitation.
"Stop pretending to be dead. If Raiden Mei doesn't forgive you within an hour, I will not hesitate to kill one of the orphanage members."
"I think even if you are stupid, incompetent, and ridiculous, you should have felt the power of this Herrscher yesterday, enough to kill your entire family."
Word by word.
The sentences are clear.
At the same time, a girl took a step forward to prove the boy's words, her outstretched fingertips flashing with lightning that could instill instinctive fear—the air was filled with the smell of burning.
despair.
despair!
Utter despair!!
The excruciating pain, as if her brains had been violently pounded, caused Bronya's vision to suddenly blur into a blinding white—making the girl's eyes narrow sharply and her jaw snap back. Her still-recovering body could only let out muffled whimpers from her chest.
"I'm...I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Bronya shouldn't have killed so many people! Bronya shouldn't have bothered you!"
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The whiteness that vaguely appeared before my eyes, as if my vision was on the verge of collapse, intensified.
What could be seen in the occasional, persistent gaze was the boy's furrowed brows.
"It's not for me, it's for Mei. And how many people you kill has nothing to do with me. What I want is for you to apologize for your identity as one of the reasons that created Raiden Mei's tragic past."
After her apology was rejected, the girl became even more terrified, not daring to meet the gaze of the boy who looked down at her, and even so, she felt a trembling fear throughout her body.
"Gah, gu oh oh—"
The girl almost let out a moan, instinctively curling up her body once again, but she dared not pretend to be a coward like before.
She raised her head, straining to look at the boy's body, yet dared not meet his gaze. She could only stand there awkwardly.
"Do you need me to show you some appreciation first?" Jiang Cheng's lowered eyes revealed no trace of ease.
“Hissing, no… no, no… Bronya will listen to me… Bronya will definitely listen to Jiang Cheng.”
With a desperate murmur, the act of trying to breathe only aggravated an old injury in the respiratory system, the result of a severe beating to the abdomen. The fear was so intense that even instinct was awakened, and the body, which had not yet recovered even slightly from yesterday's beating, was forced to stand up straight.
It's not just the fear of being threatened by the most important person in your life—someone the other party can even do—but also the psychological trauma of being beaten yesterday by a fist that carries lightning and constantly stimulates your nerves.
It seemed that even now, a surge of lightning was still coursing through his body, attacking his respiratory system and everything inside. The pain, enough to hinder his movements, flickered with each of the boy's threatening words, adding to the cruelty in those words.
Worried that her escapist behavior would be seen as that of a careless girl, she dared not continue to cower in her shell.
She looked at Raiden Mei, who was putting on a serious and solemn act, but was actually secretly laughing just two minutes ago.
Without hesitation, her body went limp, her legs pressed close to the ground, her knees striking the floor, and her hands and head slammed into the cold ceramic floor—Bronya, in the most humble posture, almost turned her back to the boy and the Herrscher of Thunder, Raiden Mei, behind her.
The buttocks first sit on the calves, tightly conforming to the curves of the calves, but unfortunately not full enough, and will float in the air as the body leans forward.
"This is Bronya's greatest apology. I beg Lord Raiden to forgive me. For this, Bronya is willing to do anything."
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P.S.: To go to such lengths to survive... there must be very few protagonists like this. At this point in time, it's so difficult to survive without a cheat code.
Chapter 42 Bronya: A kneel is the best apology from the Far East!
Why does this happen?
Why did a seemingly certain victory turn out this way?
Even though her mother had said that Herrschers weren't difficult to deal with, she had cloned a Herrscher.
Even with a large number of Titan mechs assisting them, ME Corporation's resources are sufficient for them to produce thousands of Titans.
Every stage of the plan went perfectly without any mistakes, so why did I, Bronya, end up in this state?
No matter how many times you ask yourself or the sky, you will not get any response. Only the pressing time and the boy's gaze remain eternally there.
"------"
The girl's vision had completely turned into a shimmering white. Her brain was almost destroyed by the shock. The intense feeling of floating and the last remaining hope made her unable to distinguish whether she was in reality or not—maybe she was just trapped in a nightmare. The Herrscher of Thunder had already been captured and taken back to be used as a key to find Seele.
No matter how much coercion and abuse she suffers here, she will eventually wake up on the soft silk mattress at home, sandwiched between Seele and her mother, breathing heavily in a cold sweat, receiving comfort from her loved ones.
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—That's absolutely impossible!
The girl could clearly feel herself hitting the floor hard, her forehead almost bleeding, and the pain that, due to the impact, brought a brief moment of clarity to her muddy, confused mind.
Jiang Cheng's gaze was real, as was the lightning bolts emanating from Raiden Mei behind him. Even with his somewhat damaged respiratory system from the beating, the acrid smell was still clearly identifiable.
So—like that kind of thing.
Absolutely not!
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To Raiden Mei's astonishment, her smooth forehead slammed onto the floor with a violent force, almost drawing blood.
The girl's petite buttocks were raised to the extreme, low in the front and high in the back, and her slender waist, as supple as a vine, revealed the perfect waist-hip line.
Although he was still young at this time and did not yet have the posture of a big duck in the future, the vaguely outlined buttocks already had some of the prototype of the round and plump birth type in the future.
The anti-entropy close-fitting armor, including the skirt armor, is a product of omission/reduction. In this position, even the indescribable outline can be vaguely seen.
After her silver hair, as smooth and translucent as crystal snow, was scattered, the act of bowing her head could no longer conceal her slender neck and rosy earlobes.
You don't need to be tall or have a perfect height, nor do you need to carefully use special equipment to spy.
At this moment, all you need to do is lower your head to witness the entirety of this girl's body, her forbidden and complete appearance.
Even in the extremely perverse Far East, this is a posture that only a very few people would take, trampling their dignity and personality underfoot and throwing them into the mud. It is the most humble, the most pathetic, and the most wretched posture.
—The scholar descends from his seat.
It's not just about getting out of a taxi.
Sensing that the boy's gaze softened after her humble act, the shy girl did her best to show everything about herself.
It wasn't just about disguising one's identity to approach a target and then using stockings to kill; it was an act that genuinely transcended the level of mere seduction.
"How come you know it better than me..." Raiden Mei almost couldn't help but complain about her skill in performing the Shigezuka ritual.