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One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

Butt laughed again but he was slapped by his master 2 times. "Don't worry master we are in heaven!" He called proudly. "Heaven?" "Yes, Master we are in heaven!" "And it was thanks to your Immortal, Master! I'm saved and I can live more than a year.. or maybe a hundred years or thousands again? Hahaha- eh???" He stopped and thought of something... "Master, how old are you now?" "28, Why?" "Oh my!!!! My fucking life... Master!!! What are you ...I mean what kind are you master? An animal or God or that Immortal?" He blunted this fastly!

(Everyone) I can see all their faces were shocked, but still, they obey and start to eat. The air was quite pleasing, everyone seems to enjoy their meals, but amidst the serene meal time, all of them start to silently cry and smile but never stops stuffing food into their mouths. I realize the entire touching scene before me, so as a gentleman I just act normal and continue to eat. The breakfast time ended after an hour after the table has been cleared I told Andrea to serve some tea, and also told everyone to stay seated. "I supposed everyone was full, I want all of you to look at me carefully….I am Sai Mies, I am a High Human…..and also your new Master…".

The strength of a Battlesoul master was based on the extent of their cultivation bases which were divided into Stages; The Novice, Intermediate, Adept, Exalt, Master, Grandmaster, Overlord, King, Emperor, Saint and the illusory Divine Stage. Through this knowledge, Noah was able to discover that the man who saved him, Luke Norton, was at the Grandmaster Stage! For a 32 years old man, he was considered a genius to have reached such a height in cultivation as most his age would still be at the Master Stage. His wife was called Aina, a beautiful woman who was also a genius to place herself firmly in the Grandmaster Stage. They had a son called Leonel who was the same age as Noah... well the age

Master is dressed in one of his usual robes and his hair is pulled back in a bun with pins holding it in place and with his hands folded behind him as usual. Amira is also behind him and the moment our eyes meet, a kind of feeling envelops me, we have never had any encounter before but she is the bane of my existence. Maybe because she is near the man I love or I generally don’t like her aura. “Athan” his name rolls out of Derrick’s mouth, “I wasn’t expecting you to come to my pack, you aren’t scared are you?” Master is silent for a while, his eyes staring down at me and he doesn’t look pleased at all. One thing is for certain, I am sure going to get punished.

Maren and someone who looked like a doctor were standing over me. Maren didn't look happy to see me. "Can you give us a minute, doctor?" he asked. Soon we were excused. "This wasn't supposed to happen, Luca. What the hell were you thinking?" I shook my head and replied, "I wasn't thinking straight." "Some slave girl's pussy gave you ideas on becoming a hero? Is that your weakness?" "I.. I don't know, master Maren." "Well, you were supposed to fuck my wife tonight, after the show with the visitor. Now look at you. What would I tell her?"

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

He relied on his inner beast and those who bullied him bowed before him. “Master,” Capo huffed. “Vasco,” “Master, you were right about Aslan and Margarita. I hope she will bring peace between me and Aslan.” A smirk tucked over Master’s face whole, Capo being an old father embellishing the dreams of being with his only son. “Did you meet Decker Costello?” Master swallowed the lump of anger. “I am going to call them tomorrow for dinner, and I would be honored if you could join us,” Master has unique plans going on in his mind. His presence will ruin all his future deliverables.

Liu Feng and Akiko entered the kitchen shortly after receiving a mail from Zen informing them that dinner was ready. “You’re just in time,” Zen smiled at the two most powerful assassins. “Sorry about lunch. I lost track of time, but I made a great discovery in the game that I hope you will forgive me for.” All smiles, Liu Feng patted his sworn brother on the head and dug into the steak. It was a shame he could not bring that useful accessory from within the game to reality. He wanted to see the expression on Zen’s face if he could. According to Sasha, the third young master of the Taro family looked like a puppy when he was meek.