行尸走肉第3季

The Duchess of the Vanroth family raged around the room, knocking her prized plant off the marble table and sending it to the floor, shattering in a pile of broken porcelain, torn leaves, and newly watered dirt. How could she be so blindsided by that beautiful boy?

He seemed so honorable, so upstanding, and here, right in front of her, at least right in front of her screen, he had just said that he was going to destroy the human empire.

Looking around at the mess she created, she gave an exasperated sigh.

'He made a damned heavenly oath!'

There was absolutely no way that Emily can be with this guy. 'Not even if he's an Overlord.'

Luckily, Emily had yet to clue into her mother's tricks. 'I love my girl, but she seems a little naïve!'

She had heard the ridiculous tale about young children believing in a man with a white beard and a red suit flying through the air to bring them presents. If Emily lived on the fantasy world, she might've believed in that guy for a lifetime!

'I could care less if the human empire is attacked. But there is no way that Ryan's actions will hurt my baby girl! A dumb guy can't destroy her! No matter how fast he is in bed!'

'OK, time for another letter. That is, my heavenly letter.' She chuckled and shook her head.

"The heavens are watching and warning their precious child. You are dancing with someone dangerous. He is a rebel, a life form from another planet. He is here to destroy the human empire and take control of the planet."

"His aura has tricked your heart. Open your eyes to his truth. You heard his truth, his oath. The oath will kill not only the entire human empire but will first kill you and your family. Take care, our precious child. Take care and open your eyes to the truth."

'Hopefully, she's naïve enough to believe my lie about the other planet bit, she'll hopefully get spooked after going through the dimension portal, but it's only a low-tier one with no intelligent life...'

'Hm… how about we create a little chaos to put the final nail in the coffin?'

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Brooke frowned as she ran for her morning jog, her weighted vest making her movements difficult.

'I hate stupid, weak men. They always complain about how unfairly they are treated while doing nothing to further themselves.'

'And orphans are even worse. They have this deadpan look in their eyes. Be strong, change your name… as I did.'

The muscular girl slowed down, sweat dripping off her glistening body.

"You seem to be getting your workout in."

Brooke whipped around, activating her energy as she got ready to brawl the idiot into minced meat.

The raven-haired man dodged to the side and held up his hands in mock surrender, "Look, lady, I meant no offense."

"Just couldn't help but say something looking at those bombs of yours," Ryan grinned.

'Bombs?'

Seeing the girl's quizzical look, Ryan chuckled. "Your breasts, the soft... Well, softer mounds of flesh on your chest," Ryan said, poking her firm rack.

Brooke's jaw dropped as she couldn't comprehend a male being so forward. 'Does he think I won't pound him into the ground?'

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, weakling?" Brooke said, stepping threateningly towards Ryan.

"Just touching the flesh of a beautiful woman. What? That's not against the law, is it?" Ryan asked, shrugging.

Brooke was frozen in shock. She had never met a man so forceful, even the creeps at the orphanage who tried to fondle her breasts had slouched shoulders.

'Of course, after I was done with them, they didn't have shoulders.' Brook's hands clenched, preparing to strike. "I believe the law of strength gives the winner the right to do anything they want."

Ryan tapped his chin and asked, "You're here for the portal dimension event, correct?"

Seeing Brooke nod, Ryan smiled and said, "Then let's make a wager."

"What kind of wager?" Brooke asked, narrowing her eyes.

"The kind of fun, a kinky wager that only a pervert… I mean, gentlemen like myself could come up with," Ryan said, hastily correcting himself.

"Whichever person's team ranks the highest, the other person must call the other Daddy/Mommy," Ryan said, licking his lips.

'She's already conquered. She just doesn't know it yet.' Ryan's eyes sparkled.

Earlier, Ryan had used energy vision on her and had seen something entirely unexpected.

Ryan had thought his skill only allowed him to see someone's energy level, but either the skill mutated or something because it now had the hidden feature: Talent Sight.

He had felt, more than saw, the woman's talent for body strength was a high level when inspecting her earlier.

He looked around and compared the feeling he got from this woman to the other cultivators and even went back to check Zoey's newly converted form.

'Okay, so the newly evolved Zoey still wins by a small margin, but everyone else is in the dust.'

"Call you, daddy?!" Brooke said, her nails now digging painfully into her palms. 'How dare this vile, weak man ask me to call him that to his face.'

"You scum, fine. But I want another condition added," Brooke spat, looking at Ryan as though he was a garbage bag.

"The winner gets to keep the loser as a slave until either one leaves campus."

Ryan mulled the thought over before nodding, "Agreed."

===

"Welcome, welcome everyone, to this year's first portal dimension journey!" A thin, good-looking female said, her massive knockers weighing down her tiny frame.

"We have saved this portal for four years and let it mature since receiving it."

"Before I give the presentation, let's get everyone together with their partners." The lady hopped out from behind the podium and activated a hologram.

Lighting up, the hologram covered the courtyard and designated different places for the teams to go.

Looking over, Ryan saw Emily's neon green hair sparkling under the lights. He winded his way through the crowd, snuck up behind her, and whispered, "Hey, princess, " grabbing her around the waist from behind, whispered, "I'm glad you're safe."

"Ryan!" Emily exclaimed, spinning herself around and out of his arms. "Umm, it's nice to see you."

Ryan tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, "What's up with the tone?"

Emily gave a forced laugh and slapped his shoulder. "You're funny!" Her fake laugh not reaching her beautiful eyes.

"What happened?" He asked. "You are acting so different. Is it the oath? Do you even know what happened to me?" he asked, anger slipping into his tone.

"Not now, later," Emily said, glancing around.

Ryan nodded. "Ok then, later," he said, gritting his teeth as he hoped he was misunderstanding something.

He headed to his appointed section and did a double take, seeing who was standing directly in the center of the floor.

"What are you doing here?" Ryan asked, looking at the muscular woman with whom he had made a bet.

Turning around, Brooke froze, then said, "What are you doing here, weakling?"

"You can keep calling me weak, but as your partner, I would say to try not to be so pessimistic."

"Partner?" Brooke have a half-smile, and then her draw dropped. 'This was an orphan?'

She had been sure that Ryan was some rich son of a prominent noblewoman who overly pampered him.

"Your name is Anthony Dire? I haven't heard of that house before," Brooke said, hopeful that she hadn't misjudged him so blatantly.

"Ah yes, the noble house of… wait, I don't even remember what orphanage I'm from, so that joke can't work," Ryan muttered.

"Hm, even if you're an orphan, your still a man. Weaklings shouldn't be making bets they can't affect."

Ryan arched his eyebrow, "Why don't we continue our bet then."

Tilting her head, her jet black hair falling to the side, trying to shut out its' bright white streaks, Brooke asked, "How?"

"Instead of having partners, we will compete as singles rather than doubles. Our bet will be separate from our assignment. Whoever gets the most points wins."

"An-nd same consequences for the loser?"

Raising his smile wickedly, Ryan said, "Why don't we add one more."