Jia's eyes widened in shock. Yuta was the strongest being in this world, relative to her. If the highest level beings in this world had reached was level 2, then his wing meant one thing: he wasn't even from this world.
But what confused her even more was why he was telling her all this. Wouldn't it have been better to keep it a secret, a trump card?
Yuta smoothly lifted Jia, placing her on his thighs. A wicked smile played on his lips, even amidst the unbearable pain. His smile remained unwavering, and it mirrored Jia's own.
She felt pain and sensed her power surging dramatically, but at the same time, she tried to break free from his grip.
But all her attempts were in vain. He was nine levels stronger than her. The difference was insurmountable. The gap between her and a Boundless-ranked being was infinite, let alone one at the Beyond-Existence level.
"Because I'm telling you these things, you will..." You'll soon know. Life reveals truths before our eyes, but we always ignore them. Isn't life a cunning one, my dear Gia Guilford?
Yuta looked at Gia's attractive face, filled with annoyance and anger, and patted her chest as if she were a small child. This only intensified her anger and the murderous intent rising within her.
"Why are you so upset? Is being treated like a girl something that bothers you, or what?"
"I would be less angry if the person doing this loved me. You don't possess an ounce of love. Ignore me. Play something else. I still don't understand."
Yuta's gaze shifted to Gia's breasts, causing her to look at him with utter contempt.
But her gaze turned to shock as she looked at Yuta, who carefully began unbuttoning her jacket, trying not to break a single button.
But his expression grew more sinister as he tore her clothes, revealing her alluring, milky-white body.
She tried to escape his grasp, but all her attempts were in vain. Failed and defeated
"You vile bastard! How dare you do this to me?" Jiah gritted her teeth as she glared at Yuta with intense hatred and contempt.
Yuta's expression remained unchanged. He placed his hand on her soft, tender breast and plunged it deep inside her.
Penetrating her breast, he reached her heart and grasped it. Her heart pounded rapidly, desperately trying to escape his ruthless grip.
As for Jiah, blood gushed from her mouth as she clutched Yuta's hand, desperately trying to stop him from tearing her heart out.
Her attempts were futile. Yuta calmly withdrew his hand, still holding Jiah's heart, a small smile playing on his lips.
He then removed her cap, which bore a black tattoo that served as a control device, preventing Jiah from escaping Esther Guilford's control.
This was what Jiah discovered after seeing her heart, which was By Yuta
Pulse… Pulse… Pulse
Jia's heart beat faintly until Yuta threw it aside, using black flames and vaporizing blood on his hand to wipe Jia's blood-filled mouth.
"Don't worry, you won't die. You are immortal after all. I should congratulate you; you're a good actor. Do you think I don't know you're immortal?"
After these words, Jia's heart began to grow again, and a wound began to heal and close on its own. The healing process continued for several days. Seconds passed before Jiba's chest returned to its normal state.
"You're incredibly beautiful, Jiba Guilford," Yuta's voice held a hint of sarcasm as he placed his hand on his chin, kissing her again in understanding.
He released her again, watching her as she readjusted her clothes as if nothing had happened. "How did you know about the seal of my bondage placed in my heart? Even I didn't know about it."
"You'll know when the time is right."
Jiba's eyes narrowed with annoyance at Yuta's words, but she decided to ignore it, knowing she wouldn't get anything out of him. If he made up his mind, nothing would stop him.
Jiba sat away from Yuta, placing her sword beside her in case anything unexpected happened, as had happened before.
His seeing her body made her feel somewhat uncomfortable, but at the same time, she felt nothing, which puzzled her even more.
When a man touches a woman in sensitive areas, sex hormones are released, but her body... He was in a normal state, not releasing any hormones, as if he hadn't sensed any connection whatsoever.
This made her a little suspicious about Yuta Cassiral's identity and unknown origins, and her rapidly increasing power. Reaching the rank of Master of Gods at the age of 15 was something talent alone couldn't achieve.
After learning that there were 10 levels above Master of Gods, she felt the world was vast and she was nothing, just a morsel that could be easily destroyed by those stronger than her.
But this wasn't the time for such reflections. An enemy was lurking everywhere, in all sorts of forms.
Slakh
Geia cut in half a lion-like monster the size of a full-grown elephant that had suddenly attacked her, without her even looking up.
Geia rose to her feet as she sensed a powerful energy rushing towards them at great speed.
It was a force of several warriors of varying ranks, led by someone far stronger than them, even stronger than her.
There were 700 fighters approaching under that leader. Person
Jia's face was calm and filled with anticipation as she tried to gauge how long it would take them to arrive. Yuta muttered softly, glancing in the direction Jia was looking, "It seems they're followers of the Scorpion Organization. They've come to reinforce their followers. They'll be here in 45 minutes."
She turned her gaze to Yuta, who seemed indifferent to what was happening around him.
His gaze was filled with confidence, as if the world was under his control. This was how Jia felt as she looked at Yuta, who was gazing at the sky with a faint smile.
"It won't be long before the end of the year. After this crisis ends, the celebration of the thousandth anniversary of the world's defeat of the demons will take place, and after that, the final exam, or rather, the merit exam," Jia thought to herself, looking around at the world with a blank stare.
She wasn't stronger, nor was she smarter, and she knew it, but she had always desired power to deter any challenge. This knowledge was the most suitable thing to attain power.
The ignorant do not develop; they remain in a place and a world that is unforgiving. Ultimately, the fact that Yuta possessed an ID and could obtain it was something that couldn't be ignored, whatever the reasons.
What sea do they have? A primordial sea or a Datien root? It's rare for someone to possess both, leading to a gruesome death for their companions.
Seongying Ting only had three years left to live, but if he reached Rank 4 within the next two years, his pit would be able to withstand the pressure from the Chi impact on its surface for a longer period, even at Rank 6 or Master Gu Immortal.
Meanwhile, Seunggying Ting watched Yuta Cassiral's back gate fight the Sunday squad after he broke away from Jiba, who no longer trusted him after what he had done to her previously.
Seongying Ting watched Yuta kill the organization's followers with such nonchalance that it filled him with intense excitement for the fight. He spoke with admiration and amazement, "Is this Yuta Cassiral from the Central Continent? He's a terrifying person who kills whenever he wants, and no one holds him accountable."
"He has the audacity and courage to do whatever he wants. He killed that so-called Edward in front of all five continents without a care." "For their criticisms."
Song Ying Ting glanced towards the Yan Xi clan members who were watching the events unfolding on Jeju Island while chatting amongst themselves.
His gaze held a hint of disdain. They were protecting him, but when they learned that he possessed the body of one of the sons, Zhao Li,
and that his imminent death would bring about the annihilation of the Yan Xi clan and all other nearby clans,
no matter how talented, their status was paramount in the eyes of most clans. If someone offended a clan of equal strength, they would be defended, but if they offended a powerful clan, they would be embraced wholeheartedly.
Kinship, friendship, partnership, love, clan, tribe, hatred, revenge, and enmity—these are all human constructs born of a desire to avoid unity and isolation. Ultimately, however, they are merely relationships that intertwine and diverge, like continental plates that converge or recede, only to ultimately collide under the guise of mutual benefit or exploitation, scattering towards extinction.
A sigh escaped Seong Ying Ting's lips. A cloud of smoke appeared, a sign of the low temperature; a wave of frost was coming from the Arctic.
The nearby Yungae Mountains, bordering the ever-renewing Northern Ocean, had transformed into a blanket of snow stretching for millions of kilometers.
Seong Ying-ting accepted the idea that his life was nearing its end. Why? His strength—something all powerhouses dreamed of—and his legendary physical talent.
These three things were Seong Ying-ting's curse, the very things that would sometimes cost him his life. A blessing to some, a curse to others.
Life has always been like this: if there is a winner, there must be a loser; if there is a survivor, there must be a victim. Life operates on the principle of reciprocity.
Seong Ying-ting rose from his place, gazing blankly at the sky. A cloud of ice formed around him, and he moved through it from one place to another within Yan Xi Mountain.What sea do they have? A primordial sea or a Datien root? It's rare for someone to possess both, leading to a gruesome death for their companions.
Seongying Ting only had three years left to live, but if he reached Rank 4 within the next two years, his pit would be able to withstand the pressure from the Chi impact on its surface for a longer period, even at Rank 6 or Master Gu Immortal.
Meanwhile, Seunggying Ting watched Yuta Cassiral's back gate fight the Sunday squad after he broke away from Jiba, who no longer trusted him after what he had done to her previously.
Seongying Ting watched Yuta kill the organization's followers with such nonchalance that it filled him with intense excitement for the fight. He spoke with admiration and amazement, "Is this Yuta Cassiral from the Central Continent? He's a terrifying person who kills whenever he wants, and no one holds him accountable."
"He has the audacity and courage to do whatever he wants. He killed that so-called Edward in front of all five continents without a care." "For their criticisms."
Song Ying Ting glanced towards the Yan Xi clan members who were watching the events unfolding on Jeju Island while chatting amongst themselves.
His gaze held a hint of disdain. They were protecting him, but when they learned that he possessed the body of one of the sons, Zhao Li,
and that his imminent death would bring about the annihilation of the Yan Xi clan and all other nearby clans,
no matter how talented, their status was paramount in the eyes of most clans. If someone offended a clan of equal strength, they would be defended, but if they offended a powerful clan, they would be embraced wholeheartedly.
Kinship, friendship, partnership, love, clan, tribe, hatred, revenge, and enmity—these are all human constructs born of a desire to avoid unity and isolation. Ultimately, however, they are merely relationships that intertwine and diverge, like continental plates that converge or recede, only to ultimately collide under the guise of mutual benefit or exploitation, scattering towards extinction.
A sigh escaped Seong Ying Ting's lips. A cloud of smoke appeared, a sign of the low temperature; a wave of frost was coming from the Arctic.
The nearby Yungae Mountains, bordering the ever-renewing Northern Ocean, had transformed into a blanket of snow stretching for millions of kilometers.
Seong Ying-ting accepted the idea that his life was nearing its end. Why? His strength—something all powerhouses dreamed of—and his legendary physical talent.
These three things were Seong Ying-ting's curse, the very things that would sometimes cost him his life. A blessing to some, a curse to others.
Life has always been like this: if there is a winner, there must be a loser; if there is a survivor, there must be a victim. Life operates on the principle of reciprocity.
Seong Ying-ting rose from his place, gazing blankly at the sky. A cloud of ice formed around him, and he moved through it from one place to another within Yan Xi Mountain.