Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 407: Rupture zone [3]

Brandon and Naevora came downstairs and were prepared to go to the Rupture zone.

The old bathhouse owner met them in the hallway, wiping her hands on her apron.

She bowed politely, then looked at Naevora with a kind expression "Miss, I will take care of the young man while you are gone."

Huh?

Naevora blinked in surprise. "Take care of him?"

The woman nodded earnestly "Isn’t it dangerous to bring your lackey with you to the rupture zone?"

Eh?

Naevora turned slowly to look at Brandon and the corner of her mouth twitched as a dry, amused smile spread across her face.

"...My lackey."

-_- Brandon just stared blankly; even though he don’t know much japanese, he kind of understood what she said.

Naevora couldn’t hold it in anymore. A soft giggle escaped her, growing into quiet laughter as she wrapped an arm around Brandon’s shoulders and pulled him close.

"Unfortunately, I want this lackey with me. So don’t worry about it."

The old woman blinked, then smiled and nodded, bowing again. "Alright. Be safe, both of you."

Brandon exhaled, shaking his head as Naevora kept her arm around him.

"Lackey, huh." he muttered once they stepped outside into the snow.

Naevora grinned, looking at him "Don’t worry, you are a good little lackey."

"Yeah, yeah."

---

*sleesh*

The dagger sliced through another Aberrant effortlessly, decapitating its head.

Black blood sprayed in a wide arc as the body toppled, twitching once before dissolving into ether mist.

Brandon didn’t pause.

He spun on his foot, his boots skidding across the frozen, cracked ground of the rupture zone.

Three more Aberrants lunged from the shadows of the distorted pines.

Their claws scraped sparks from the ice as they charged.

"Graarghh-"

The first leaped high and opened its jaw to reveal rows of needle teeth.

Brandon dropped low, sliding under it on his knees.

His dagger flashed upward in a vicious reverse grip *rip* gutting the creature from sternum to tail.

"Craarrr!!" It crashed behind him, entrails steaming in the cold air.

He rolled forward to his feet as the second Aberrant barreled in, and Brandon met it head-on, planting his boot against its chest and kicking off hard.

The force launched him backward into a flip while the creature staggered, stunned.

Mid-air, he twisted and landed on its back, plunging his blade deep between the shoulder blades.

A sharp yank sideways severed the spine.

"Argg-" The Aberrant collapsed with a wet gurgle.

The third aberrant jumped toward him, raking its claws toward his throat.

Brandon stepped inside its guard and smashed his elbow into the creature’s jaw with a sickening crack, then drove the dagger up under its chin and into the brain.

He ripped the blade free as the body slumped.

Even more small Aberrants poured out from the ruptured fissures in the frozen ground, scuttling like oversized insects.

They swarmed in a chittering wave as they closed in from all sides.

Brandon’s hand flicked to the storage ring on his right finger, and he took a sleek, compact ether handgun.

Raising the gun...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The handgun shot in rapid succession, and each shot was a brilliant violet bolt of condensed ether that punched clean through the front line of Aberrants.

*plop* Heads exploded in sprays of black blood; bodies crumpled and dissolved mid-charge.

The swarm split, trying to flank him.

Brandon tracked them smoothly and fired controlled bursts, three shots to the left and two to the right, with each one finding its target.

An Aberrant leaped high, but he tilted the barrel up and nailed it mid-air, the bolt punching through its underbelly and sending it crashing in a heap.

The air filled with the sharp crack of ether discharges and the wet crunch of disintegrating bodies.

The swarm thinned, but more crawled from the fissures.

Brandon exhaled, spinning the handgun once on his finger before holstering it at his thigh. The dagger flashed back into his hand as he grinned into the oncoming wave.

He charged forward to meet them head-on as he carved into the swarm.

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Standing amid the disintegrating corpses of aberrants, Brandon reloaded the gun with a new magazine.

At this time, Naevora walked there and glanced around at the carnage "Good job. Stay like that, using your daggers and gun."

Brandon gave a nod, "Yeah."

Unlike women who can recharge their ether passively from the atmosphere, he needs intimate contact with women to recharge his ether.

So he doesn’t want to waste his ether reserve to kill some small aberrants.

He glanced at Naevora and spoke "I haven’t seen your ether skill in a while, Naevora. The last time I saw it was during your fight against that Empyrean... for me."

(A.n: It was Chapter 207)

Hm? Turning to him, she smiled "Well, I haven’t met any opponent since then to go all out. I already have great physical strength... so I just finish most fights with just my fist."

Stretching her arms around her head, she let out a sigh "Maybe one day you will get strong enough to make me go all out."

Upon hearing this, he chuckled "Sure."

Naevora reached over and ruffled his hair roughly, messing it up "Come on, let’s go."

He swatted her hand away half-heartedly, laughing as he fixed his hair.

And they ventured deeper into the rupture zone together.

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’I’ve always thought I had an easy life...’

’Rich aunt, powerful big sister, normal life... school, university, friends...’

’And after getting these powers... everything got even better.’

’Women I love more than anything. People I want to protect, to cherish... a family I never expected.’

’A life I never deserved.’

’I wanted to be better. Stronger. Worthy of them.’

’Yet... why?’

’Why am I so useless?’

The cold wind bit at the deep gash on his cheek, and the blood froze before it could drip far.

Lying on the snow, the chill seeped into his chest, and his whole body was wrecked.

Even moving a muscle felt like it could tear his body.

His eyelashes fluttered as he forced his eyes open, and his vision was blurry.

Through the haze, he saw her.

Naevora lay crumpled in the snow a few feet away, unconscious...

Her black hair fanned out over the snow with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, staining the pure white snow beneath her crimson.

His chest tightened.

’Why...’

He dragged his gaze upward, and a sharp pain lanced through his ribs with every breath.

There he saw the woman floating in the air over the shattered ground.

Her black hair fluttered wildly in the wind of the ruptured space, and her eyes glinted with an eerie green light.

She looked down at them coldly.

Brandon’s fingers twitched in the snow, searching for his dagger.

It wasn’t there.

His body isn’t moving the way he wanted.

The woman tilted her head slightly, and a faint, cruel smile curved her lips.

The snow continued to fall.

And Brandon lay there watching the person he respected most lie unconscious because he hadn’t been strong enough to protect her.

The cold crept deeper, and for the first time in a long while... fear settled like ice into his heart.