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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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In an era where a person’s worth was determined by their ability to kill monsters, Ia Aris was abandoned by her parents.
It was a difficult time for everyone, so no one paid attention to the orphaned child, and she grew up a beggar in the slums.
Weak, without a guardian, and young, she lived a life of extreme poverty, so destitute that even the slum dwellers clicked their tongues and called her a “little beggar brat.”
Severely malnourished, nothing but skin and bones, everyone in the slums agreed that she would soon become another statistic, another nameless corpse among the many who succumbed to starvation, a common occurrence in the slums.
But for some reason, she didn’t die. Even with death looming, she continued to breathe, waking up each morning.
Unaware that this was a sign of her latent ability, the slum dwellers shunned her, calling her a bad omen.
Her life, which began with abandonment, continued with rejection, even by those at the very bottom of society. She was completely alone.
Yet, she still didn’t die. She somehow survived, clinging to life.
When she was finally old enough to think and act for herself, she discovered, by chance, that she healed much faster than others.
Having lived in the slums, she learned a little late that being different in this era was a blessing.
She cried herself to sleep that night, lamenting her late discovery. The next day, still dressed in rags, she went to the Awakened registration office she’d heard rumors about. That day, she was welcomed with open arms and became an Awakened affiliated with the Association.
From that day forward, the legend of Ia Aris, the self-made icon, the idol of all Awakened, began.
If the story ended there, it would be a dramatic tale of overcoming adversity. But reality wasn’t so kind.
Ia Aris’s nightmarish childhood in the slums had a profound impact on her.
Behind the self-made icon, the idol of all Awakened, the ultimate symbol of self-reliance, lurked an insatiable hunger that could never be satisfied.
She spent every penny she earned as an Awakened on acquiring valuable possessions. She never haggled, always paying the asking price upfront, even if it meant being ripped off. She indulged in extreme luxury, trying to erase her past in the slums.
Her manic spending spree, initially welcomed by merchants who thought they’d landed a big fish, eventually terrified them. As her fame grew, fewer and fewer markets could handle her.
Having bought everything money could buy, she turned her attention to things money couldn’t buy. And her gaze settled on prestige.
In this chaotic era, prestige was commonly associated with conquering otherworldly realms like dungeons and Gates.
Those who held the greatest prestige were called S-rank Awakened, and the guild with the most renowned S-rank Awakened was the legendary Liar’s Trap.
Believing that joining and excelling in Liar’s Trap would earn her the prestige she couldn’t buy, Ia Aris immediately declared her intention to transfer.
Three months after joining Liar’s Trap, she stopped her extravagant spending.
Not only that, but she also sold or discarded her numerous luxury items at bargain prices. All that remained in her home were empty display cases.
She hadn’t stopped spending because she’d conquered her inner hunger. She’d found something far more valuable than any jewel or treasure she’d ever acquired.
Scarlet, the monster who single-handedly propelled Liar’s Trap to the top of the world rankings and held the second spot in the global Awakened rankings.
The woman who possessed the ultimate prestige Ia Aris craved had a man she was willing to give everything for.
That man was Faster, an F-rank Awakened belonging to Liar’s Trap.
The man Scarlet loved didn’t reciprocate her feelings. How exhilarating would it be to possess the man even Scarlet couldn’t have? It would be like owning the world.
The moment she imagined herself holding Faster’s leash in front of Scarlet, a thrill shot through her lower abdomen.
At that moment, she decided. She would make Faster hers.
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I always used a secure, private hotel when I spent time with Scarlet or other S-rank Awakened using the hypnosis app. I didn’t want them in my house.
My home was my sanctuary, the only place I could truly relax. Bringing those destroyers of peace into my sanctuary? Even with the hypnosis app, it was a hard no.
And now, knowing the app was fake, I wanted them in my house even less.
“But… why is she sleeping next to me?”
But as always, my wishes were easily extinguished, like a candle in a hurricane. I opened my eyes to find Scarlet sleeping next to me. The unthinkable had happened.
At first, I was confused, but then a headache hit, and I remembered what had happened before I collapsed.
Scarlet had passed out, I’d gotten drunk, brought her home, and then fallen asleep.
The alcohol had clearly impaired my judgment. I’d brought this crazy peace-wrecker into my home because I wasn’t thinking straight.
Damn it, I should have just left her on the street and come home alone.
I pressed my hand to my forehead, filled with regret.
But regret wouldn’t change what had happened. It was better to think about what to do next.
First, I’d wake Scarlet up, show her the hypnosis app while she was still groggy, and she’d pretend to be hypnotized, right? Then, I’d order her to go home. Maybe she’d actually leave?
It was a pretty good plan, considering I’d come up with it on the spot. Once I’d made a decision, all that was left was to act. I sat up and reached for my smartphone in my pocket.
“Shit…”
I cursed, looking at my phone, which was dead.
With my phone off, the hypnosis app was useless. I had to revise my plan.
But why was my battery dead? Had that much time passed?
I checked the time. It was only 4 PM. It wasn’t even the next day. I’d collapsed in the morning and woken up in the afternoon.
What the hell?
Not enough time had passed for my phone to die. I racked my brain, trying to recall if anything could have drained the battery.
I’d left for work with a full battery, then Scarlet grabbed me, and we’d struggled for about five minutes… Well, it was more like me being manhandled. Then, I’d gotten drunk, somehow managed to… take care of Scarlet, and then, feeling like I was about to pass out, I’d come home.
That was it… What the…
I couldn’t figure it out. The dead battery remained a mystery.
Anyway, that wasn’t important right now. What was important was figuring out how to get rid of this ticking time bomb named Scarlet so I could return to my peaceful life.
First, I needed to charge my phone. Once it was on, I could use the hypnosis app.
My phone had a fast-charging feature, so I could use it almost immediately after plugging it in.
Okay. My plan hasn’t changed.
As I was about to get out of bed, I noticed Scarlet, who had turned to face me in her sleep.
With her eyes closed and breathing softly, she looked incredibly beautiful, a stark contrast to her usual violent demeanor.
If even I felt this way… how beautiful must she appear to others?
Perhaps mesmerized by her beauty, I unconsciously uttered words I never thought I’d say.
“She’s so pretty when she’s asleep. If only she could do something about that violent temper of hers, she’d be perfect.”
But Scarlet was born a monster of destruction.
I remembered hearing from the Rate family’s housekeeper that Scarlet’s mana-infused cries on the day she was born had shattered every window on the floor.
Later that evening, Scarlet broke my arm.
The memory sent a shiver down my spine. I had no good memories with this woman.
Maybe ‘violent’ wasn’t just a word to describe Scarlet, but her very essence.
Shaking my head, I was about to get out of bed when I noticed a faint blush on Scarlet’s face. She probably ran hot, hence the blush.
The blush made her already beautiful face even more alluring. It had been a long time since I’d considered Scarlet this beautiful.
For such a beautiful and powerful woman to like me… it still felt unreal.
Of course, that didn’t mean I reciprocated her feelings. She’d put me through too much for that. I was too resentful to ever like her.
That being said, thinking about Scarlet liking me… she did seem a bit cute.
With that thought, I got out of bed and plugged in my phone. After about thirty seconds, it turned on.
“Oh, as expected of fast charging…”
-Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
“Seriously?”
The loud vibration interrupted my admiration. Countless text messages and missed call notifications flooded the screen.
Wh-What the hell was going on…?
As I stared at the bizarre phenomenon unfolding on my phone screen, Scarlet, her chin resting on my shoulder, whispered in my ear,
“Which bitch is it?”
Scarlet’s warm body pressed against mine, but I shivered, a coldness gripping my heart.
Cute? I take it back.
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Whoops the scar curious which bitch trynna to take her man… 😏
Mission impossible: SURVIVE