Chaos Devourer System
Chapter 575: In Good Hands...

Chapter 575: In Good Hands...

Chapter 575: In Good Hands…

The Unicoras landed among the group of smaller mountains, as Undying Narelle alighted, with Zeras highlighting a moment later. Only now did he properly look at the mountain, and he realized a not-so-surprising fact: they were cottages, almost like mini-houses. But instead of building houses with bricks and all, the sect had a different ideal of home building, choosing to carve their houses into mountains instead.

Arriving before one of the small mountains, Undying Narelle stood before the door, knocking twice, and soon a grumpy voice resounded.

“And who the Hell dared to disturb the rest of this young master? Your jobs must have made you tired of life…” The roar blasted out as Zeras couldn’t help but pity the person behind that door. Soon, the ground beneath his and Undying Narelle’s feet shook as a figure walked towards the door, and then…

CLINK.

The door was ruthlessly flung open, revealing the red eyes of a burly young man, as old as Zeras. Immediately, his eyes landed on Zeras, but he ignored the pretty boy, instead focusing on the beautiful lady, a beautiful grin appearing on his face for a second before disappearing as he recognized Undying Narelle.

His eyes shifted as he drew out a wrapped scroll from his book and quickly feasted his eyes on it. Then he stopped at a middle area of the scroll, looking between Undying Narelle and the scroll, back and forth.

“WOE TO MY BASTARD OF A GOD-FORSAKEN SOUL. I DARED TO BELITTLE THE MAGNIFICENCE OF MY UNDYING MASTER. MAY I BE CAST INTO THE TEMPESTUOUS OCEAN AND CRUCIFIED ON THE THORNY POLES OF KITORA TO ATONE FOR MY SINS!” The young man screamed out, falling on his chest and proclaiming loudly, tears and snot oozing from his face as he cried bitterly. “Please, Undying Master. For the sake of all that is forgiven in our exalted sect, please forgive me my sins. I had no idea it was you. Please, please, in the name of all the grand elders, forgive my god-forsaken soul. I swear by the founding power of the sect, this will never occur again…”

[Talk of a spineless bastard!] The system’s voice of disdain rang in Zeras’s head as he looked at the young man crying bitterly, more than he would have cried if he once again lost all his cultivation in a battle.

“I will accept your apology, knowing well you would not dare if you had been aware,” Undying Narelle voiced out expressionlessly. The young man had his tears and snot instantly disperse into the wind as he jumped onto a knee.

“Thank you, your magnificence. May I dare to ask why you have visited the doors bestowed on me by the sect today?” he asked, and Zeras couldn’t help but silently click his tongue. He had thought he was the king of bootlickers, but now he had a new rival for his position.

“This here is Zeras. He has been newly acquired into the sect, undertaking the position of an outer sect disciple. I will be leaving his care in your hands,” Undying Narelle said as the young man’s eyes shifted behind her where Zeras stood with a blank expression.

“Don’t worry, Undying Master. I will make sure to work his pretty butt off for… I mean, I will make sure to take him well within my good and welcoming hands. You have nothing to worry about,” he said with a courteous smile, even as Zeras’s eyebrows squeezed together.

“Good,” Undying Narelle said, and in the next second, she turned back, mounted the Unicoras, and quickly disappeared into the distance.

Zeras looked with a dropping expression at the man who kept staring at Undying Narelle as she disappeared into the distance, and in his eyes, he could see the wanting emotion present.

“Don’t bother. She will never be yours.”

Kenji looked at one of the angels of his life, disappearing among the clouds, on the revered Heavenly Unicoras, her hair gently dancing with the wind, as he kneeled there gobsmacked. The vision had changed, and he could almost see himself in an official suit, with a ring in his hands as he kneeled before her, her pretty face smiling at him brilliantly.

But as he shifted the ring onto her finger and stood up, stretching his lips forward for a kiss to remember for life, he was suddenly slapped, his head jerking to the side where the figure of a boy with long white hair could be seen staring down at him like an idiot.

“Huh?”

‘Oh, I was daydreaming…’ Kenji thought as he hurriedly jumped to his feet and looked down at the idle Zeras’s head with a raised nose.

“Mhm-mhm, come with me, chap!” he declared, and with a puffed-out chest, he walked into the door, with Zeras quickly following behind him. The inside of the mountain was actually a large room, more of an office, with a big chair and desk, pieces of clothes, some scattered files, and multitudes of rings.

“I won’t be welcoming you; I guess you have been welcomed multitudes of times when you were sitting behind my magnificent Undying Master and using your accursed nose to sniff her heavenly smell,” Kenji said with jealousy in his eyes as Zeras’s face dropped.

‘Tch, she doesn’t even pass two of my hundreds of requirements,’ he thought as Kenji’s face morphed.

“You bastard, don’t tell me you were not gobsmacked by the heavenly beauty of my Undying Master. Just being able to feast your dirty eyes on her is probably the greatest thing that has ever happened to you,” Kenji said with a grin at Zeras.

“Well, I would say she is not that bad. And I don’t know if my dirty eyes are wrong, but I think you also want a piece of her, don’t you? Just like everyone in this sect, isn’t that true?” Zeras said with a cunning glint in his eyes as he looked at the Fatty, an evil scheme in his head.

“Huh?”