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Chapter 92 - To Each Their Own

Exiting Bloodfall Arena, Jake makes his way to the taxi stop. As he contacts for a robover, his mind continues to ponder the message's warning. What could the sender possibly be warning me about? Although Ms. Seline is attractive, she can't be that bad. I mean, she did charm me, but it must have been unintentional, right?

Now more worried than ever, Jake attempts to make heads or tails of it but cannot figure out what the message is trying to say. Figuring that it's just another suitor of hers (she must have many of them), it drops out of Jake's mind. As he boards the taxi, his thoughts wander to what the old man will do once he discovers his horrific injuries...

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Watching from her suite, Seline admires the young man's looks, scent, and actions. She blushes at the thought of desiring him, touching him, devouring him. Unable to contain her hunger, she summons her butler, instructing her to bring in another 'snack' for her. "Oh, and don't forget, please ensure he isn't ill like the last one. That one tasted dreadful, ugh!" Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she commands the Foxian butler on what to do.

"Yes, mistress. I will follow your command." With a curt nod and bow, she picked up the husk of a man, dragging it along with her as she exited the penthouse. All this time, her dim eyes reflected nothing except her mindless, husky self.

Seeing off her butler, she licked off her fingers, before starting to pleasure herself. As she did so, an antique crystlone glowed, pulsating dimly.

She stopped, her eyes sharp.

Her trembling hands picked it up, answering the call. "When can I expect the next batch of soldiers?" A simple yet booming voice spoke from within.

Heart trembling, she answered, trying her best to appear nonchalant. "I shall send in the next shipment soon, Father." Silence prevailed before the man in the crystlone answered, "Good."

Before she could say or even ask anything else, the radiant hue emitted dimmed, signaling that the converser had left. Her face sweating, she plunked back down, her back drenched. Father, he is still so scary. I must not let him down; otherwise, he won't look at me again.

Hands clenched tightly, she tried to motivate herself, betrayed only by her still-shaking shoulders.

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A small, gremlin-like creature is seen scuttling down a small ventilation shaft, ever tense. As it follows its preordained path, it keeps thinking, pondering why the boss decided to warn the young man. What's so great about him? She always takes a liking to young, talented warriors...

As it dwells upon this thought, it soon arrives at its destination.

A dark room lies in front of it, where several of its accomplices are perched. Each one broods on their own thoughts, waiting. As the gremlin hobbles forward, one of them calls out, its throat trying its best to put together a sentence. "You... passed... the boss's... warning... to... him?"

The gremlin ignored it, still hobbling forward. The boss had told him to answer to him when he had done his task.

As the gremlin continued to hobble, fewer and fewer figures were seen, until a dark figure, punching at something, came into view. The gremlin kneeled down and simply reported:

"It is done."