Bound To The Exiled S-Class Monster

Chapter 3

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k of the Avila villa, her terminal vibrated violently. H

ximilian's furious roar blasted fr

aming the family name. He officially, and with gr

to the Southern District," he declared, his voice dev

calm, almost pleased tone entered

e of making an excuse to leave. Her des

rived at the underground black market. The hood of her sw

ng the duffel bag onto the scratched coun

her, his eyes glinting with the kind of

m her sleeve into her hand. She casually dragged the blade ac

de a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He quickly revised his offer

hailed a battered hover-taxi on her terminal, paying a pr

neon lights of the city slowly giving way to d

ing the system's data on Coleman, running thr

a halt at the end of a pitted, unpaved

, clearly anxious to leav

pped sand against her scarred cheeks, stin

terminal's map toward the only lit building in this waste

posing. As she approached, two burly,

appearance and demand

reshly exchanged cash onto one guard's che

lem

ed. A flicker of fear, of apprehension toward that "mad sc

was a nauseating mix of disinfectant and the smell

led metal door. The name 'Coleman' w

nd to knock, a loud crash of shattering glass eru

gh the metal door, making her head spin. The sys

a spiritual power riot. Danger level: SSS.

the universal override code provided by the syst

and glass shards blasted toward her. She inst

she saw him. The man in the center of

onto hers, filled with nothi

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“Halie woke up to a sharp pain and a terrifying reality. She was in a new body, her face covered in a hideous web of scars, and her spiritual power reduced to a pathetic D-Class. Before she could even process the memories of being framed, her bedroom doors were violently kicked open. Her sister Seraphina sauntered in with a venomous sneer, followed closely by Halie's S-Class fiancé, Jett. "Look at the disgrace of the Avila family. What a waste," Seraphina mocked, throwing a mirror at her bed. "I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement," Jett added, his gaze full of disgust. The nightmare didn't stop there. Her father called, screaming about how she had shamed the family name. He officially stripped her of her inheritance, froze all her accounts, and exiled her to the decaying Southern District to rot. To make matters worse, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in her skull, warning her of an impending genetic collapse. Without an immediate energy infusion, she would face total organ failure in thirty days. A ruined face, a treacherous family, a world that wanted her dead, and a literal death clock ticking in her brain. The original owner had died in absolute despair, a tragic victim of sheer cruelty. But if they thought she would just sit there and die, they were severely mistaken. Armed with a mysterious system and her brilliant scientist mind from her past life, Halie packed her bags. She chose the craziest survival quest: head to the slums, find the exiled, sterile S-Class "madman" Coleman, and cure him to harvest his life energy. It was time to start her counterattack.”