A strange noise emanated from a window in a room within one of the hotels owned by the Ramphian group.
"Ah, Damien, will it be fine?"
Two delicate milky white hands suddenly appeared, peeking out from the narrow window panels near the top of the wall.
"Of course it will be," replied a voice with an amused look, directed upwards towards a woman who stood with both legs on two different tables while attempting to climb out of a window to escape this place.
The window was only 1 meter wide and half a meter in height, but it was nearly 10 feet from the floor. To help the 5 feet 7-inch woman climb out, a makeshift 5-foot-tall stool had been created by stacking several items.
However, the entire tower of makeshift items shook as Amelia climbed, causing her to inquire about its safety.
'Curse my luck', Amelia stretched her hand towards the window, feeling it was a mistake to intervene when Damien was assigned the task by Emilia. With a trembling body, she finally grabbed the window frame before nervously saying, "P-please don't remove your hands from the table."
Damien had explained that he shouldn't be the one to climb because he needed to use his strength to keep the table steady.
However, she did not feel the table was steady at all; in fact, it felt even more unstable.
"Of course, trust me," came a sarcastic voice from below as Amelia, finally getting some support from the window, tried to pull herself up in hopes of seeing the situation outside.
'Trust? Bullshit!', Emilia cannot believe what she is witnessing. Her eyes are filled with surprise and fear as she watches Damien stare blankly at Amelia's phone screen, not even bothering to hold onto the table as he shakes it with his left hand.
Emilia's mouth twitched at the thought of him assigning the task to her. She couldn't even fathom what mischief this irresponsible guy would have caused if she were in Amelia's position.
Trinnngg~
Suddenly, a ringing phone caught Emilia's attention, causing her eyes to dart towards Damien. She saw a mischievous grin forming on his face before he answered the call.
However, Amelia was too preoccupied with her struggles at the window to notice the incoming call on her own phone.
"Ah! Damien, please stop!" Amelia suddenly felt the table moving more aggressively, causing her hand, which was trying to open the window panel, to struggle. Her legs, which were stretched out under the table, started to part as the table continued to move.
"My legs hurt, Ahh!" Amelia felt her legs give way due to sudden strain caused by them stretching apart as Damien shook the table.
"I can't take it anymore! Ahhh!" Somehow, Amelia managed to cling to the edge of the window, preventing her body from falling. She then brought her legs together and restored the tables to their original position.
'Some more, shall we', Damien, whose eyes were fixed on Amelia's phone where Edwards' caller ID was showing, felt that he needed to shake more.
After all, in her phone's contact list, there was no number saved under the name Damien Raphael, only others.
He had expected this after she showed some hesitation in giving him her phone, but after seeing the reason for her reluctance, he once again kicked the stools.
"N-no, Damien, don't stretch my legs." It was not hard for her to notice that Damien had just kicked the table, causing her legs to stretch even more with her hand already too deep inside the window panel. The sudden support from the trembling stool stumbled her. "Ahh! It's too deep! "
She cried because her hands were stuck inside the window panels and her legs were struggling to support her weight through her toes. This made her realize that she couldn't continue the task because her body had already reached its limit. " Stop, let's stop now! It hurts! Ahn"
"Damien, stop, she will fall," Coming forward, Emilia saw that Amelia was about to fall from a great height. As she approached Damien, who was smiling after hearing the call being cut from the other side, she nervously suggested, gripping his suit's clothing with worried eyes.
"....Fine" Damien noticed Emilia moving forward with a request that he didn't want to follow. However, when he heard the sound of a dog's barking coming closer to the end of the hallway, he quickly kicked the stool that Amelia was standing on and pushed Emilia away, yelling, "Get back!"
As if utilizing that moment to hit two birds with a single stone.
He twisted his body with a speed unnoticeable by anyone, as if time was slowed down. Amelia was falling from the table with her front towards the floor. Damien adjusted his position using his fingers to form a camera angle before lying on the ground with open handsโall within the blink of a moment.
Thud!
"Kyaaa~!"As Amelia landed directly on Damien's body, her own form sprawled over his chest, the room's door suddenly swung open with a resounding noise.
"Amelia!....N-no" Upon entering the room, Edward witnessed Damien and Amelia intertwined on the floor, with Damien's hand resting on the ground as Amelia hovered over him.
'Are they', It seemed as though Edward had lost a part of himself in that moment, gazing ahead.
Ding!
[ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ]
[ ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐ข๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐! ]
[ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐! (๐ป๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐) --โบ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ]
[ ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐ป๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐) --โบ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ]
[ ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ (๐ป๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐!) --โบ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ]
One after another, sounds came from the system with its rewards changing to be suitable for someone like Damien who doesn't need any cultivation. The rewards would either focus on his physical body or give him an advantage in initiating cultivation for another person.
'Wasn't that easy?' Damien smirked, seeing how smoothly everything went. He stared blankly at Amelia's hair spread over his face, waiting for her response without attempting to hug her or take advantage of the situation.
A beautiful and curvaceous woman had just been named the heroine, lying on his body with her breasts on his chest yet he only felt repulsion towards her.
It's because he wasn't thinking rashly when it came to someone like Amelia.
Instead, he was focused on breaking her mentally, torturing her conscience before finally pushing her to the brink of committing the same act which her actions would have led to in the original body's hostโa suicide.
In fact, the end of the plot would have been Damien Raphael committing suicide within five years, after witnessing the destruction of his entire family at the hands of a few sons of heaven and heroines who crossed his path.