Chapter 7 - Actually, I Have a Cheat Too

Translator's Note:

Hello, I hope you've all been doing well.

Here you go, and I wish you a good read.

And, as I said before, if you wish to read ahead, you can head over to my Patreon to get early access to all the translated chapters.

The Master's Dark Side Emerges Again

 

 

Rex's cold eyes flickered as he saw the shadows moving under the door. Turning his gaze, he noticed Ge Yan sleeping like a rock. A slight crease appeared in Rex's dark brows as he picked up the square wooden pillow beside him.

 

Ge Yan was lost in a sweet dream. In his dream, there was no ruthless master, no fatal car accident. Instead, he'd finished a mundane errand and was now lounging in a cozy, heated living room, enjoying a hearty meal cooked by his mom. It was truly a mouth-watering feast, his cheeks smeared with grease as he relished every bite. He even had fresh fruit for dessert as he watched a comedy show with his family, the room filling with laughter and joy. But suddenly, the chandelier above him came crashing down.

 

In the dream, he was hit, blood pouring from his head, and he woke with a start. As he blinked in the darkness, moonlight streaming through the window revealed his surroundings. It was just a dream—thankfully, he wasn't dead. He reached up to his forehead, damp with cold sweat. The moment his fingertips brushed his skin, he yelped in pain—there was a lump on there!

 

"What on earth happened?" Ge Yan was baffled. He'd been sound asleep, so how had he ended up with a bump on his forehead? He didn't remember ever having a habit of sleepwalking… unless the body's previous owner had a weird quirk.

 

Meanwhile, the culprit lay in plain sight just beyond his view.

 

"Bad dream?" Rex's deep voice drifted from the darkness.

 

"Mother of—!" Ge Yan was so startled his hair stood on end. He banged into the table beside him, adding yet another lump to his head. Perfect. Just his luck.

 

Rex: "…"

 

Ge Yan could only clutch his newly acquired bump, looking woefully at Rex, not hiding his exasperation. If Rex hadn't spoken up out of nowhere, he wouldn't have been startled, and he wouldn't have hit his head.

 

In a way, Rex was indeed to blame. But this culprit showed no sign of guilt, merely gesturing toward the door. "If there's nothing wrong, go back to sleep. We've got a long journey tomorrow."

 

Realizing something, Ge Yan rose and crept to the door, whispering, "Right."

 

The room fell silent again.

 

Outside, the mercenaries crouching near the door held their breath. After waiting a while, they assumed the two had gone back to sleep and readied their pipe, extending it through the crack under the door to blow in some knockout gas. Just as his lips neared the tube, it was yanked out of his grasp. Ge Yan now held the tube, the mercenaries blinking in surprise as they realized they'd been tricked. With a yell, they drew their swords and kicked down the door.

 

"Hand it over if you know what's best for you!" one mercenary demanded, glancing around the room before his gaze landed on Rex. Ge Yan hid behind Rex, clutching the stolen tube with a mischievous look, infuriating the mercenaries, who now looked ready for a fight.

 

To Ge Yan, however, they seemed more like blustering weaklings than genuine threats. True strength didn't need a show of force—those who truly had it didn't need to flaunt it. He'd seen only one person with that kind of overwhelming presence, and while he hated to admit it, Rex was indeed formidable.

 

"What if I refuse?" Rex glanced at Ge Yan, his face expressionless, his cold demeanor a stark contrast to the mercenaries' bluster.

 

The mercenaries exchanged a wary glance, each seeing the unease in the other's eyes. They knew Rex was no ordinary mercenary, judging from his aura alone, which was why they'd planned to use knockout gas. But since things had come to this, there was no turning back. The reward for this job promised a comfortable future. Fired up by visions of easy riches, they decided to strike first and lunged forward with their swords.

 

A cruel, bloodthirsty smile played across Rex's handsome face.

 

Catching a glimpse of it, Ge Yan braced himself. He knew Rex was slipping into his dark side again—and that meant ruthlessness. He wanted to shield his eyes, but Rex's movements were far too swift.

 

With a single swing of his sword, a ferocious blast cut one of the mercenaries in half, leaving a deep gash in the wall. The room filled instantly with the stench of blood, as gore spilled across the floor, exposing every detail of the man's innards.

 

The second mercenary lost control of his bladder and bowels in terror.

 

Holding his nose, Ge Yan widened his eyes in disbelief. Was this really necessary? Wetting himself was understandable, but that much? How many days had it been since the guy had used a toilet? With the smells of blood and waste mingling, Ge Yan turned green, rushing out of the room to gulp fresh air, feeling reborn only after filling his lungs.

 

Not a second later, Rex strode out, spotless, with not a trace of blood on him, leaving a scene behind him that resembled a vision of hell.

Last Chapter | TOC | Next Chapter

 

❧ Join Bella Novels' Newsletter by clicking here ↫ and
receive an email for each New Update -͙✧˖*°࿐