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"Never!" Olivia only became even more determined to not give up after hearing his words despite the inner realization that she never stood a chance.

The man shook his head with a tired sigh as he casually raised his sword.

"It can't be!"

The hall resonated with the sharp clash of metal against metal, as Olivia's final sword was suddenly deftly destroyed by the man.

Her heart pounded as the realization of her defeat began to sink in.

The man, however, simply chuckled at her efforts, a light-hearted sound that echoed around the ominous hall, "My dear, I believe this dance has run its course," he remarked casually, walking past her towards the treasure.

Suddenly, a cool breeze swept across Olivia's body, and her eyes widened in shock. Her hand flew to her chest and then downward, confirming the horrifying reality. Her lingerie had been neatly slashed, falling to the ground in a soft pile.

A shrill shriek filled the air as Olivia instinctively crouched down, her arms hastily covering her body, her cheeks burning brighter than the most brilliant ruby. "You... You pervert!" she spat, her voice shaky with rage and humiliation.

But the man seemed unfazed by her words. Ignoring her accusations, he simply approached the ancient sword that was radiating a majestic aura. The bright glow bathed his handsome face, adding an otherworldly charm to him.

"Thank you, young maiden, for an entertaining bout," he said, his voice ringing out clearly in the silent hall. His lips curved into a charming smile as he grasped the handle of the ancient sword, lifting it with ease. The sword shimmered under the spell of his touch, as if acknowledging its new master.

All the while, Olivia could only watch helplessly, her face red with humiliation, her body trembling with fury.

The helplessness of watching him admire the beauty of the treasure she had her eyes on was infuriating to say the least.

She couldn't even get up without exposing herself.

But suddenly the entire hall began to shake, making Olivia turn her gaze towards the doors.

With a bone-rattling growl, the hall doors creaked open, allowing monstrous figures to pour in. Their eyes glowed red in the dim light of the hall, their feral grunts echoing ominously. Olivia's breath hitched as she took in the sight of the monsters.

Stripped of her weapons and armor, she was extremely vulnerable. Worse, she didn't even have clothes to protect her modesty.

An icy dread began to creep up her spine as she looked around, her eyes landing on the man, now hovering in mid-air with the ancient sword beneath his feet.

Olivia's heart pounded at the sight. She knew only Sword Sages could perform such feats, and yet it was hard to digest that she had crossed paths with a perverted one. Why did her luck have to be so rotten? How come she never heard of him before.

But as the monstrous figures advanced, her attention was dragged back to her own predicament. She stood up, her hands tightly clutching at herself as she retreated, until her back hit the cold stone wall of the hall.

From his elevated vantage point, the man turned to look at her. A chuckle escaped his lips, and he looked down at her, the corners of his mouth quirked up in a teasing smile, "Do you really value your modesty more than your life?" he called down, his voice echoing through the hall.

Olivia's teeth gritted at his words, resentment and rage burning brightly in her eyes, "Just go away!" She screamed at him so that once he was gone she could fight without worrying about her modesty.

The man, hovering above, chuckled at her demand, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, a touch of amusement seeping into his voice. "I can quite easily save you, you know? The only thing I would ask for is... a kiss from a maiden as lovely as you."

A beat of silence followed his audacious proposition. Olivia's eyes widened in disbelief. His audacity was beyond belief! Her fists clenched at her sides. "Get lost!" she screamed, her voice carrying a mix of shock, anger, and embarrassment.

He looked genuinely surprised at her refusal, but before he could respond, the monsters were upon her. Olivia found herself reacting instinctively. With a swift, precise punch, she knocked back a demon that lunged at her, momentarily exposing her bare snowy mounds and slender body.

A shade of crimson spread across her cheeks, a stark contrast to her snow-white skin. The room felt strangely warm as the man's eyes widened slightly, taking in her alluring form. She was like a fierce, vulnerable, and beautiful warrior goddess under the dim, flickering light of the hall.

But Olivia didn't have the luxury to wallow in embarrassment. The fight for survival took precedence over modesty.

Seconds turned into a desperate dance between life and death as Olivia continued to fend off the attacking monsters. An errant claw caught her on the knee, tearing through her skin, a sharp pain shooting up her leg. Gritting her teeth, she fought back, her fists meeting flesh and bone with punishing blows.

But then, from the corner of her eye, she saw something that made her heart drop. A large, powerful monster, wielding a weapon that gleamed ominously in the dim light, was lumbering towards her. Panic threatened to choke her. She was suddenly aware of her frantic heartbeat pounding in her ears, and the hot sting of sweat trickling into her wounds.

She thought of her parents, their kind faces, and warm embraces. A wave of longing washed over her, her chest aching with fear and regret. She didn't want to die here, not like this. And then, to her surprise, she found herself calling out to someone.

"Save me!" she cried out to the man hovering above them.

A slow, triumphant smile curled up on the man's face at her plea, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "That was a bit too soon that I expected. But..it would be my pleasure," he responded, his voice smooth and calm. With that, the ancient sword he was standing on started to glow, a radiant light enveloping the hall, so bright that Olivia had to squint to see.

A powerful surge of energy burst forth from the sword, ripping through the air, obliterating every monster in its path. It was like watching a wave of destruction, unfathomably powerful and ruthlessly efficient. Olivia watched in awe, her fear replaced by shock. The monsters that were previously threatening her life were decimated in seconds, leaving nothing behind but ashes.