32 Chapter 32: Commander Ayesha

"Now, why do you have to go and avoid that? Now you gotta find your bag down there."

Ayesha was already very slowly making her way toward Rhys; her hand, once again blurring as she threw the last of the bag toward the other remaining recruit. And as she saw the recruit not even able to react as he was flung straight into the Hole, Ayesha nodded her head.

"See? That's what it's supposed to b—Holy…" Ayesha then suddenly backed away as she stood in front of Rhys, "...By the gods, you are as large as they come. Probably the biggest recruit I've seen for the last 3 years."

"..." And while Commander Ayesha was busy eyeing Rhys from head to toe, the only thing Rhys could really do was touch the side of his stomach. He initially thought he was able to avoid the bag completely by a hair's breadth, but he was now feeling some sort of sting building slowly but surely crawling from his liver.

If he wasn't used to the pain, then he would have probably been kneeling on the ground by now.

"I thought you were simple because of your stupid hair, but it turns out not at all, huh?"

"...Ma'am?"

It wasn't until Commander Ayesha started pressing the muscles in his arms that Rhys finally looked at her—Rhys, however, did not back away even as her face was already only a few inches away from his.

…Rhys expected her to smell like the sun, but no. There was a scent of sweetness covering her… a cologne, perhaps?

"Not bad, not bad at all…" Ayesha finally backed away, nodding her head as she did so. Soon, however, she looked Rhys straight in the face, "...I suppose you need to do all that effort because you're a Lowborn."

"..."

"And that already makes you better than half these dimwitted idiots they keep sending me. Finally, a man that knows pain," Ayesha then placed her hands on her waist and sighed; the jiggle of her breasts, even the slightest, was completely noticeable due to the rest of her body being completely toned, "But then again…

…are you even really a Lowborn, Rhys Wilder?"

Rhys took in a deep breath as he stood in attention, "It… should be written on my file, Ma'am."

"I know what's written on the goddamn file, Rhys Wilder. You think I don't read?" Ayesha leaned closer to Rhys as she raised her voice; the feathers attached to her hair, flowing with the slight breeze,

"I'm asking you."

"I… am a Lowborn, Ma'am," Rhys whispered; his eyes, trying their best not to look at the crowd of soldiers surrounding them.

"What was that!? I can't hear you!"

"I am a Lowborn, Ma'am!"

"God damn right, you are! Finally, someone without a pussy!" Ayesha yelled right in Rhys's ear. But before he could pull away, Ayesha suddenly grabbed his head—he wasn't even able to react.

"Ma—"

Ayesha then suddenly pushed him down and brought him to his knees.

"Let's test, shall we?"

"...What?" Rhys blinked a couple of times as he saw Ayesha grabbing something from her pocket—a needle.

"You said you're a Lowborn—but all the other fresh recruits that were with you were Commoners," Ayesha then smirked as he looked at Riley's neck, "Now, doesn't make sense that you were able to dodge my throw when none of them couldn't, no? You're hiding something, Rhys Wilder… I intend to find out what."

"I… Awakened just recently," Rhys breathed out as he stared at the large needle, "Just… a little more than a week ago."

"Oh, well then…

…thank you for giving me a valid legal reason to do this."

***

"Well, this is interesting…" And just a few minutes later, Commander Ayesha was handed a paper by one of her subordinates; her eyebrow, raising as she read the results of Rhys's blood test.

"Your blood…"

As for Rhys, the only thing he could really do now was take in a long and very deep breath as he stared at the paper Ayesha was holding. Katarina already tested his blood, but she said it was still just the same as before—could it be any different now… that he gained another ability from Lina?

"...is the worst I have ever seen in my life."

And with those words, Rhys was able to release his breaths.

"They are worse than worst, what… what is this?" Ayesha looked at the soldier that handed her the results, "Are you sure this isn't an error? There's not even a trace of blood of any known gods? The purity is completely zero?"

The other soldiers started snickering and whispering as they heard the results. As soon as they did so, however, Ayesha quickly crumpled the results and threw it toward the soldiers—the one that was hit, violently rolling on the floor as no one even tried to catch him, 'less they wanted to also face the Commander's wrath.

"You people can laugh as you want…" Ayesha then let out a loud scoff as she looked at her men, "...But that would mean that you people are admitting that a Lowborn has better reflexes than all of you."

"..." The soldiers already had their mouths shut, but when Ayesha's words reached their ears, the only thing they could really do was turn their heads down.

"Listen up, you retards!" Ayesha then raised her voice again, and as soon as he did so, all the soldiers stood in attention, "I said this before, and I will say this again…

…all of you are equal here! Understood!?"

"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!"

"..." Rhys felt it before, but the command Ayesha exuded was something that even he, who was just a civilian just moments ago, could feel. It was somewhat… exhilarating.

"I am the only one that stands above all of you. Understood!?"

"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!" The roars of the soldiers reverberated through the air—even those that were standing guard in the gates far and away, Rhys could hear screaming.

"Even if the gods bright forth their lightning upon us, my orders remain the absolute. Understood!?"

"M…ma'am, ye…Ma'am?"

"Hm, well..."

"You pussies!" And with the soldiers' roars faintly dying down, Ayesha clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes.

"You, recruit…" Ayesha then patted Rhys's chest, slightly causing him to cough,

"...Follow me to my tent."

***VERY IMPORTANT NOTE***

I would like to use this space just to once again give a fair warning. You may have noticed by now that the story is just fun and extremely simple...but with heavy underlying themes that may not be suitable for the majority of people. It's not deep or anything, just real.

The MC, as I said, is flawed and broken---a product of an even more broken society. My other characters will share the same treatment. The story is rated 17+, which means topics about sex, abuse, love, drugs, sexuality, a bad day, raw violence, mental illness, and anything and everything in the world will be touched. No yaoi or NTR for MC, so... sorry for those expecting it.

But there will be gay characters---and there was already one(RIP student Chloe). So, if you're easily spooked by that, then that is on you. As to why there will be; well, because gay people exist. But it won't be their whole personality, just a part of what they are. And this is the greek pantheon, for crying out loud, a pantheon where every god is either bi, gay, or into animals. lol

I wrote this in the earlier chapter, and writing it again here because people have started complaining, but the only thing I really have to say about that is---I suppose this story isn't for you, and thank you for giving it a try.

But for those that are still reading, I hope I don't disappoint. And please do continue voting. If the novel keeps up, I might even do a mass release! And thank you very much!