9 Turn Of The Tides

Adonis was left utterly dumbfounded by the system's absurd response, but he didn't have a moment to dwell on it. His focus snapped back to the battlefield, where the tension hung heavy in the air.

The arena fell silent, like someone hit the mute button on a TV remote, and the crowd seemed to be holding their breath collectively. It was like watching a dramatic soap opera, but with swords and healing magic instead of love triangles.

"You don't have any right to have those eyes and hair. You're just a bastard, and you should embrace it"

Lucien snarled, brandishing his Halberd menacingly.

Adonis couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

'Ah, so I'm indeed a bastard, and the milf is not my true mother at all. Well, that's a twist. Good news and bad news, I guess.'

On one hand, Adonis couldn't help but find a slight silver lining—now he could bang anyone in the castle without feeling a twinge of guilt, though truth be told, he didn't feel much guilt to begin with.

On the other hand, being a bastard seemed like it came with its own set of complications. It was like having all the privileges of noble blood without the official recognition.

And here he was, right in the thick of it.

Nevertheless, Adonis reminded himself that ignorance was only bliss until it wasn't. Once this fight was over, he planned to dive into understanding this unfamiliar world and his relationships.

With a resounding cry, Protector Lucien charged forward, his Halberd poised to strike.

But Adonis remained rooted to the spot, unmoving, unflinching, unblinking. It was as if time itself had frozen around him.

Furrowing his brows in confusion, Adonis looked down at his own blade, a sense of realization dawning upon him. Without a word, he simply dropped the weapon to the ground, the clatter echoing through the arena.

'The blade is only going to hold me back. If I already have the upper hand with my physique over the Protector, then wielding a weapon would just level the playing field. And I can't have that.'

Clenching his fist, a small smile began to creep across his lips. He was ready to show what he was truly capable of.

Gasps filled the arena as spectators watched Adonis drop his blade. It was akin to witnessing a soldier surrendering in the heat of battle.

"Is he giving up?"

"What else could he do?"

"Young master Adonis doesn't stand a chance against Protector Lucien. It's hopeless."

"This is going to be a walk in the park."

The murmurs and whispers swirled through the crowd like a gust of wind, casting doubt and certainty in equal measure.

In the VIP stands, two women's eyes widened in relief as they watched Adonis drop his blade.

'Thank the heavens, he's surrendering. Otherwise, Lucien would've turned the young master into a pulp.'

Helena couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry when Lucien suffered those slashes, but she quickly brushed it aside.

After all, she knew firsthand just how formidable Lucien was and how inexperienced Adonis appeared to be.

Yet, despite her attempts to rationalize the situation, Helena couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right with Adonis.

Why would he do something so out of character, like doing that type of stuff... when he had never even spared her a glance before?

Helena's beautiful face flushed as she thought about what he had done to her just hours before.

It was her first kiss, a moment that should have been special, but he had taken it from her without her consent.

The memory made her cheeks burn with embarrassment and anger.

Not only had he stolen her first kiss, but he had also pinched her breasts, leaving a lingering sting.

And then there was his large, bulging, throbbing, and veiny cock... the image sent a shiver down her spine.

'Ahhhh... what am I thinking!!'

Helena scolded herself, feeling a mix of arousal and shame. This was all so new to her, and she struggled to come to terms with the conflicting emotions swirling inside her.

The way he had looked at her, so predatory and intense, filled her with a fear she had never experienced before.

It was as though he could see right through her, igniting a primal instinct to run and hide.

'No, no, no. Stop. Why are you even thinking about him like this? He's a pervert. That's right, he must always have been a pervert, and now that he's Awakened, he must've thought there won't be any consequences for his actions.'

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and clear her mind.

On the lower side, Victoria Larien, the Lady of the house, breathed a sigh of relief as she witnessed her stepson dropping the sword.

However, despite the relief washing over her, Victoria couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at her insides.

Her heart thumped faster than usual, and a sense of nervousness settled in the pit of her stomach.

There was something different about the young master today, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Just moments ago, when he had spoken to her, she had never seen him exude such confidence.

And the way he was looking at her... as if she was a piece of meat and he was the predator ready to undress and devour her.

It sent a shiver down her spine, the intensity of his gaze making her feel exposed and vulnerable.

The image flashed through her mind of him pinning her to the ground, spreading her legs apart, and having his way with her.

The thought made her feel a mix of fear and a strange, forbidden desire that sent a rush of heat through her body.

'No, no, no. What am I thinking?'

Victoria shook her head vigorously, as if trying to shake loose the inappropriate fantasies that had dared to creep into her mind.

After all, she was the Lady of the house, a paragon of dignity and grace.

She couldn't allow herself to entertain such scandalous thoughts, especially when they involved her own stepson.

With a deep breath, she made a concerted effort to regain her composure, determined to push aside the unsettling feelings that threatened to overwhelm her.

She reminded herself that she needed to maintain her dignity and handle the situation with the poise and authority that befitted her esteemed position.

After all, scandal was the last thing she needed in her life right now.

With her stepson dropping the sword, Victoria could already taste victory and imagine getting back to her normal routine, free from the chaos caused by the young master's antics.

But even as she mentally waved goodbye to the absurdity, there was a tiny, almost minuscule part of her heart that couldn't help but feel a tad disappointed.

But just as Victoria attempted to compose herself, a sudden uproar erupted on the battlefield below. She and the others stood up in astonishment, their eyes fixed on the unfolding spectacle.

Someone had been sent flying through the air, crashing onto the ground below. Before anyone could react, the poor guy was relentlessly pounded left and right, without mercy.