[Warning! A crime is being committed in the territory of the Host, the Cosmic Policeman!]
[Such blatant disregard of law and order will not be condoned!]
Roy's brows furrowed. He immediately understood the meaning of this notification. Apart from the crime being committed, it also signaled that hunters had started making their way into his territory.
He sighed in annoyance. I thought I still had some time… Previously, while confirming with the system, he was made aware that the status of a Lord could be plundered and their orders claimed.
This was one of the reasons he felt an urgency to get stronger. Very soon, it was a given that extremely talented hunters would set their eyes on his status and territory, ready to come kill him and plunder what was his.
Roy frowned as he thought, Now that I think about it, it's completely logical for them to make their moves now. After all, as a Lord, defeating me in my territory will be as hard as ascending the heavens… But acting now while I'm still somewhat weak and with no army will be the best chance they get!
Once more, the urgent blaring rang in his ears.
"Tch! Fine. Since they came, they can naturally forget about leaving. Those that surrender can enlist, but those that don't… I can only hope there will be enough space in the cells."
He reluctantly got up from the comfy recliner, which he just noticed had gotten bigger and intimidating, almost like a throne or a master chair. But what stood out the most was how it had become more tender, cool, silky, yet firm — as though he was sitting on a throne of clouds.
He sighed once more, depriving himself of this pleasure of comfort for now. He gazed at his surroundings, and indeed a lot had changed. The receptionist area had become bigger. In the distance, he could even see rooms meant for offices, and desks for his subordinates laid in alignment.
He confirmed the presence of the still evolving Richard, as well as Alpha, who was gazing at him, tail wagging expectantly.
"Stay and guard. I'll be back!" he ordered.
Woof!
He nodded, then in a blink his figure vanished.
…
"Kekekekekeh! Why aren't you screaming? Where are your pleas?" Dio chuckled sinisterly, his lean frame hunched on all fours over a helpless beauty.
His neck craned as his outstretched tongue trailed over her neck, his face depicting savage lust. His right hand caressed her thigh, his motion aiming to go under her skirt.
Gazing at the cold expression of the goddess like beauty, he couldn't help but nod in satisfaction. This was a true gem. Her features were extraordinary — from her sword shaped brows, to her oval face, delicate crystalline violet eyes, thin pink lips, and milky tender skin, all sculpted in perfection.
The lady had yet to let out as much as a wince since his attack. Her cold exterior remained unbroken. Honestly, if not for the fact that he had inspected her stats and was sure she was still a Level 0 with barely any redeeming stats apart from maxed intelligence, he might have been apprehensive.
But when he saw how weak she was, he couldn't help himself. It had to be known that before the ascension, he was a notorious sex offender — a man who derived great pleasure from forcefully indulging helpless maidens. In fact, he was still serving his 30 year sentence in jail when ascension took place.
"Don't worry. I like stubborn ones like you. Kekekeh! After a few rounds of my exquisite training method, I will surely tame you," he whispered, his lips a breath away from her ear.
The damsel's eyes flashed dangerously as she spat, her tone laced with bone seething hatred. "You bastard! You might have your way now, but make sure you kill me. If not… I'll be sure to repay this debt a hundredfold."
In the face of such a threat, Dio laughed scornfully. If he were just another regular hunter, this might have shaken him a bit. But who was he?
He was one of the unique hunters who had been selected by an order and granted a system. Why was he here in the first place? Naturally, it was to kill this territory's Lord and claim the status. As for the Lord's order? That was beneath his notice.
But glancing at her anger filled features, he sighed. "Indeed, it's as Jack once told me. True beauties are each unique and distinct. Whether they frowned, laughed, cried, or were angry, all these emotions could do nothing but enhance their beauty… Good thing I'll be having a taste of one for myself today."
Dio's breath misted as his hands grew dangerously close to a certain area. Even the lady couldn't remain calm anymore as she tried to squirm and struggle, only to no avail.
The bastard was too strong! This was a bona fide Level 9 hunter.
This number might not seem much, until one realized that from humanity's ascension till now, it had been barely two days! How many monsters had he killed to transcend so fast?
How talented did one have to be to accomplish such a feat? He had to have killed dozens of monsters above his level to scale so quickly. Such adaptability was too rare.
His grin widened as his fingers firmly dug under her skirt and into her undergarments. He licked his lips, eyes brimming with expectation, just about to pull—
Suddenly, a line he was all too familiar with rang out from behind!
"Freeze! Police!"
His actions froze. His figure trembled as he scampered upright in a panic, arms flung into the air. His reaction was pure instinct. This wasn't his first arrest — he had long been accustomed to this line and the terror that came with being caught.
Suddenly, his thoughts caught up as he realized. Wait, what am I doing? Earth has ascended! Things like laws can't shackle the strong like me!
His frame trembled in fury and shame as his hands dropped. Who is the fool that dared humiliate me? I'll show you — things like the government and the police are long dead titles. Only the strong can rule!
Dio turned around furiously, his eyes blinded with the red of rage. He activated one of his abilities as his figure distorted and warped, morphing into something inhuman.
His figure towered a full foot over the newcomer as he growled in furious glee. "I've long dreamed of killing cops… Finding a delusional bastard like you serving yourself on a silver platter is quite fortunate.
So tell me — how do you want to die?"