This Young Master Is Not Cannon Fodder Novels & Stories

Jasmine’s head fell into a gentle nod, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. Jerald moved closer, knuckles trailing against her cheek with a feather-light touch. “You… you really be asking for too much… young one. But guess what? Master is willing to give you all that you want.” He leaned in, words brushing against her lips. “I need you to get up… and strip yourself of every obstacle.”

Tyler gagged but didn’t break eye contact. He strolled down the line of his captives, the cavern echoing with the metallic scrape of his boots. Shackles clinked as the three men strained against them, their eyes burning with fury, their wolves snarling just beneath the surface. “Look at you,” the Master drawled, his voice a velvet sneer. He stopped in front of Gunner, lifting his chin with one clawed finger. “The mighty wolf, tethered like a dog on a chain. Do you hear her, boy? The way she screams for you in the night?” His smile sharpened. “Music to my ears.”

Looking at Fennel who was fighting with the death warriors of the Dunley family, he felt that his worldview had gone askew. Was he an ordinary human? With just a long halberd, he was fighting alone against dozens of gun-wielding death warriors! Could he be faster than a bullet? This was simply unbelievable! No, there was another explanation. He came from that place, just like the fourth master! The Nonagon, the door! In an instant, Shaw understood that this young man was definitely not an ordinary person! Only the fourth master could contend with such a person! “Charge at him! We must delay him until the fourth master arrives!” Shaw roared.

"Just bare with Master Eugene, in the meantime. He is quite grumpy at times, but he is not always like that. He is really a nice man, believe me." Jorah said in his master defense while he tried his best to move the burnt casserole over the gas range towards the empty countertop. The casserole was almost as big as the size of the cat's body itself so the other party was having a hard time carrying it. Seeing this, Abby came to his rescue.

She was sure it was Apollo. "You once asked me if they are close or not right?" Casey asked. Opal nodded. Casey smiled and looked at her shoe. "It was a week before young master would go to the army. Master had just finished his debut acting and we were celebrating his success. I had bought more cake for Master but he was nowhere and so wasn't Young Master. I went around looking for them when I heard a sudden splash from the Garden." Casey began to twist with the end of her sleeves as she went red and but her lips from smiling too widely.

Staring at Thomas’ back as he left, Ben flashed a smile. He turned back and looked at the sky outside the window. He muttered to himself, “Master, you’ve been missing for so many years, and we don’t know whether you’re still alive or not. But regardless of whether you are still alive or dead, there’s something that you should be proud of, and that is that the Young Master is now a grown-up who can stand up pridefully. “Master, if you can see Young Master like this, you must be very happy, right?

“W-Why are you handing me that gun, young master?” “I want you to be the one to kill that dickhead.” I quickly shook my head. “N-No, I can’t do that.” “Elodie, this is an order. I already taught how to shoot, right?” “N-No, young master. I-I just can’t do it… Please…” The metal was cold. I wouldn’t touch it. I stepped back and hit the edge of the steel table. The straps rattled. “Young Master, please,” I begged. My voice was cracking. “I’ll do anything else. I’ll clean. I’ll work until my hands bleed. Just don’t make me—”

The bronze swords in the castle were all gathered and used by the Young Master Desperate. Caspian was expressionless. He didn't care if Young Master Desperate wanted to fight or not. He just wanted to kill Young Master Desperate once more. "Hmph!" Young Master Desperate snorted. He knew very well that Caspian had killed him once, so Caspian naturally did not care about it since Caspian was at an advantage. However, Caspian had underestimated the Sword Master's determination to kill!

The elderly man from before hurriedly said, “Young Master, this is all within the scope of our duty!” Mr. Caito also spoke up and said, “That’s right, Young Master. This is all part of our duty. Almost all of our lives were given to us by Master Curtis. Young Master, you don’t have to worry about what is going to happen in a moment. If the people from Ten Thousand Armies come rushing over, they would have to step all over our corpses before getting to you!”

In the end, Raiden just shook his head and said, “Master, I am not that dumb. This was a task that you have assigned me to. I would not take it half-heartedly. If I did so, I would lose my life. “I had done my best, but I underestimated the third young master. That's why I lost to him. “The third young master refuses to come back, so it does not make a difference no matter how many people we send. The Summers family has underestimated the third young master.”