Reincarnated With SSS Deathless Skill in Female Dominated World! - Chapter 67 A choice (1)

Chapter 67 A choice (1)

Chapter 67: A choice (1)

Oblivious to the changes under the red moon, the first carriage kept bouncing… until someone literally blew it into pieces, stopping the debauchery inside.

A shout pierced through the red moon.

“You dare to fuck around during your working hours?!” A woman shrouded in a black cloak screamed from the bottom of her throat, glaring at the horrified and wounded merchant surrounded by naked co-workers who had taken the brunt of the attack.

Although only half of her face could be seen, those red eyes pinning down the merchant were enough to frighten her to the core, freezing her heart.

Another woman with the same eye color appeared like a phantom behind the irked woman, calming her down.

“Enough… she’s the boss of her company. She’s free to do whatever she wants in her working hours.”

“Bullshit!” The louder one barked, “Every boss ought to set a proper example to the community! What if she passes out or won’t be able to move tomorrow morning because of her indecent actions?! Her selfish actions will only start a domino in the merchant and its customers’ community! Disgusting piece of shit!”

Feeling like it was implausible to compose this teammate, the quieter woman scanned the mess before her, searching for the target of their mission — the silver-haired man in his late teens with a cute face and blue eyes.

He has short hair and a seemingly average frame… which couldn’t be seen amidst the broken carriage and wounded males.

“Throw them off the fog,” The woman ordered, then reassured the horrified merchant, “We’ll send recompensation for already done and impending damage to your company in a week. Rest.”

The dense fog veiling them stretched toward naked males and the merchant, putting them to sleep before dragging their bodies out from what would soon become a battle zone.

Three more figures emerged from the shadows, wearing the same black cloaks. A different aura shrouded their bodies, which were of a different, broader frame, even though their eyes were as red as the first two.

This difference between their slender and broader figures easily showcased what kind of spirits these people of World Order had contracted. The first two — the troublemaker and quiet woman — were vampires, while the rest were werewolves.

“I can feel your eyes on me, Hunter,” the quiet vampire contractor spoke in a slightly raised tone that extended toward Hunter’s carriage. “Come out for a talk about your identity.”

As the situation was currently in the hands of those five, Hunter and his teammates decided to play it safe and cautiously hopped off the carriage, appearing seeable to the sudden invaders.

In an instant, Hunter felt heavy pressure trying to drag him to the ground as though the hands of a giant were pressing against his shoulder.

Which he fought against with his Strength and Blood Origin, standing his ground!

The quiet vampire woman instantly cut to the chase, “Hunter… no surname suggests you’re from a village… which we naturally searched for, finding nothing. It means you’ve lied to the First Hunter Union on your information page.”

Inwardly, Hunter spoke, ‘Of course, I lied… if someone went there, they would learn about the fight against the red wolf and find out about my skills and relationship with the boss!’

The woman continued, “You have also filled your information alone without any help… meaning you can read and write just fine. We also confirmed it by checking your activity in the union. You went straight to the newbie courses to study instead of learning how to read and write first. Personally, I find your handwriting legible and neat. Beautiful, even.”

Hunter once again inwardly commented, ‘Well, thank you… It’s nothing big from where I initially come from.’ n-.𝑜()𝒱()𝗲–𝓁)/𝚋-(I-.n

Since he stood silent without giving any facial reaction to the woman’s words, it was clear Hunter wasn’t going to easily reveal his origins, which were nothing significant at all… it wasn’t like his village mattered as he would have been born with his inheritance anyway… and writing and reading was never something special.

A few educated villagers could do it anyway…

Yet, the point was that he lied.

And that he had strength that no man should have.

Those were just a part of the bigger picture Hunter was hiding from the world — his weakness.

… for he wasn’t alone nor wanted to be a lone man striving to the top.

“Aimee and Seraphina… you’ve been muddled by this man, and we’re here to offer you a chance to join the World Order, the legitimate power keeping the world as it is, respected by all forces worldwide. If it weren’t like that, how would we receive classified information from the First Hunter Union about Hunter, the man you joined hands with? Join us and prove yourselves to receive contracts with the spirits. A mere contract alone would make you catch up to your elder sisters… and then fulfill your ambitions. All you have to do is leave this man’s side.”

At that moment, Hunter’s heart sank.

Once again, he was reminded that he was a nobody in the big world… that the women he surrounded himself with were women with great self-esteem and ambitions. Women who believed in him because she showed just a little of his prospects and strength.

People who believed in his future…

The future so obscured in their eyes because Hunter hadn’t told them much about his inheritance and secrets. In fact, those who knew nearly everything were Nakisha and Brandi, who had been sealed in his world.

But that was because he had them sealed within himself…

‘Sealed… I got Nakisha because of the boss… and she even suspects that the boss used the demons’ invasion to seal Brandi within myself, aware that she wouldn’t be able to leave me. Was I playing her cards all the time? Everything she did for me is… near perfect… while my own path — the people I want to make mine — is littered with more flaws about to separate me from them.’

What could he offer to them at this moment?

Because what he had already offered before was surely not enough to match the World Order’s invitation.

All because of his secrets and lies.

As Hunter’s eyes darkened and he lowered his head, Aimee parted her lips, replying to the quiet vampire’s invitation.