The reason I managed to win earlier was simple: Rey underestimated . Because of that, I knew the fifteen people surrounding now would not repeat his mistake. They had just watched their leader, an experienced Awakener, die from a single punch. Their eyes were no longer filled with arrogance but sharpened with caution.
One of them shouted loudly, "Surround him! Don’t give him any ti!"
No. I refused to let them control the tempo.
The mont their footsteps shifted in unison, I spun around and charged first. My target was a man wielding a rank C sword. I saw his face drain of color when I suddenly appeared right in front of him.
He swung by reflex, but my Strength and Agility were far beyond his. One quick parry opened a clean gap, and Mindrender cut through his chest without resistance. He collapsed before he could scream.
The remaining fourteen rushed at once from all directions. I twisted sharply, deflecting what I could, yet several blades slipped through my guard.
They had fully encircled now. Attacks ca from every angle: a spear thrust from the front, a knife slash from the side, the swing of an axe from behind. I spun rapidly, Mindrender dancing through the air to block and redirect the blows.
Clang. Clang. Sching.
But there were simply too many. A sword grazed my left arm, leaving a burning sting. A spearhead tore across my thigh. Blood slowly soaked into my clothes. I was forced into a tight retreat, my steps growing narrower and more desperate.
I kept retreating, my footing becoming more constrained. Then—
BANG!
WHOOSH!
A bullet and an arrow streaked toward so fast I barely processed their trajectories. But a mont later, a faint light shimred from my neck.
The [Aegis Pendant] activated.
Brrrnnng.
A transparent barrier enveloped , stopping the bullet and the arrow midair. The other attacks bounced off as well. A brief silence washed over the battlefield, broken only by the sound of weapons ricocheting off an invisible wall.
Finally. This was what I had been waiting for.
I turned and narrowed my eyes toward the source of the shot. I saw them.
The barrier dissolved.
And the mont it vanished, the second wave of attacks surged toward like a dark tide. Blades and spearpoints filled every inch of space around .I knew I would never survive the next exchange.
So I chose not to defend.
[Ti Stop]
The world froze.
The wind halted mid-gust.
Dust that had been kicked up hung in the air like shards of floating glass.
Fourteen assassins remained locked in mid-strike, their faces twisted in frozen aggression. Their weapons hovered only inches or re centiters from my skin. In the distance, a freshly fired bullet hung in the sky, suspended like a bee trapped in amber.
Everything was silent.
Only I could move.
And this frozen world belonged entirely to .
[29:58...]
I had a full thirty minutes. A luxury almost unheard of in a fight. I exhaled quietly, then stepped toward the first human statue.
He was a large man, mid-swing with his axe raised high.
I lifted Mindrender and pierced his chest cleanly. The blade slid through flesh and bone without resistance, stopping at his heart. No scream, no reaction—only the muted sensation of steel carving through a body frozen in ti. I pulled the blade free, and a bead of unmoving blood followed it like a ruby suspended in the air.
I moved to the next one. A woman wielding twin daggers. Stab. Withdraw. A young man with a spear. Stab. Withdraw.
One by one, like picking flowers in a silent garden. With each thrust, I studied their frozen expressions—anger, determination, terror.
And ... I felt nothing. No sadness, no thrill. They ca to kill , and now they died. That was all. The thought itself felt flat, like reading an item list. I did not care about their lives any more than they cared about mine.
Maybe that ant I was already broken.
After the fourteenth body stood lifeless in suspended ti, my gaze shifted to the empty three-story building across the street. That was where the deadly bullet had co from. Twice.
I crossed the silent world and entered the building, moving through still hallways. When I reached the third floor, I found my target.
She was frozen in a perfect prone position. A sniper.
A woman in a full dark-green combat uniform that clung to a slender, toned fra. Her long sniper rifle rested in her hands, still aid precisely at where I had stood monts before. The high-tech scope glinted faintly in the frozen air.
Her face... unexpectedly gentle. Far too soft for a killer. Pale skin, large eyes the color of warm honey, eyelashes long enough to cast shadows even in frozen ti. Her short, shoulder-length black hair was slightly ssy, with a few loose strands brushing against her elegant, tapered cheek. Her thin lips were pressed tight in concentration.
I activated [Eye of Desire].
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NA: Zoey Scotty
AGE: 31
CLASS: Deadeye Sniper
RANK: B
DOMINANCE: 1%
SEXUAL AROUSAL: 4%
VAGINA VIRGINITY: No
ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes
WEAK POINTS: Vagina, Breasts
FETISH: -
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Oh, her class was quite unique, Deadeye Sniper. Though only Rank B, her abilities were clearly highly specialized. And she was beautiful. Very beautiful. There was sothing about her soft face and eyes that made my burning lust even harder to control.
My mind imdiately drifted to lewd thoughts, a cursed side effect of my maximum Libido. The mory of Yumi and her temptations only made it worse, pumping blood more fiercely to my groin.
But beneath the lust, there was a colder, sharper anger. I held a vicious grudge. This woman had taken my life twice—or at least, tried to. Thanks to her, my [Aegis Pendant] now had only one charge left.
I lifted my foot and kicked her frozen body hard. Her body was thrown from its aiming position and tumbled across the dusty floor. Her sniper rifle fell with a loud clatter, muted by the silence of the stopped ti.
I glanced at my remaining ti: [25:52...], still more than enough.
But then, a powerful, relentless throb from my groin.
"Fuck. This maximum Libido is a real curse. It feels like a wild beast constantly gnawing at my logic. I need to find an artifact or sothing to suppress this later," I muttered to myself, staring at the woman before .
I knew this wasn’t the right ti. I was still in the middle of a fight, with potential threats possibly still hidden. But the temptation... was too great.
Zoey, with her tight combat uniform and her innocent face now helpless, was like a magnet to my raging lust. With so much ti left, I convinced myself: Just ten minutes.
Finally, I surrendered to the dark impulse.
I approached her and started removing her combat gear. I unzipped her dark green jacket, revealing a black tank top clinging tightly to her body. I pulled the jacket off her slender shoulders. I removed the tank top, exposing a grey sports bra supporting her breasts.
With a lustful motion, I unhooked it. And there... a pair of beautiful breasts was revealed. They weren’t overly large, but perfectly round and firm, fitting her athletic build. Her nipples were a pale pink, now hardened from the cool air, sitting atop small areolas.
Impatiently, I continued. I removed her combat pants and boots, and finally her practical underwear.
As that last piece of clothing was removed, the full smoothness of her body was unveiled. Her pubic hair was neatly shaved, leaving only a small, tidy patch above her tightly closed pussy lips. Her pale pink lips looked soft and were still dry, tucked between her slender, muscular thighs.
Then, I rembered the upgrade to my [Ti Stop] skill. I could now choose specific individuals to remain moving and conscious in this frozen world. A cruel, tempting idea erged.
Concentrating, I released the bindings of ti from her.
"Ah—!"
Zoey gasped, inhaling deeply as if surfacing from water. Then she groaned and writhed in pain from my earlier kick.
Her brown eyes widened, blinking rapidly, trying to process her returning consciousness. She felt the chill on her bare skin. She saw standing before her.
Then, her gaze darted to the window, towards where her comrades should have been—fourteen human statues frozen in their poses of death.
"N-No...!" she hissed, her voice hoarse with horror. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her body, her beautiful face paled, and her eyes filled with profound disorientation and disbelief. She was trapped, naked, before the man who had killed her entire team, in a silent, motionless world.
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