Bound To The Exiled S-Class Monster

Chapter 4

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her eyes taking in the devastation. The lab was a wr

d on a cracked metal workbench, his chest heaving.

e-the rage in his silver-gray eyes was instantly repla

scaped his throat, the so

essure of his S-Class spiritual power descended on her

in her bones. She bit her lip, straightened her sp

ith mockery. "Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in. To what do I owe the hon

now: the way the former heiress had used her own spiritual power to whip this m

red at him, her gaze calm and piercing, taking

the same look of detached pity she used to give him, t

throat. He slammed her back against th

air. Her hands clawed at his wrist, but his

of his coarse shirt. The sound of tearing f

d with old, faded scars. Whip marks. Every single

ed back a step. Then, he did somet

flesh, and blood began to seep through his trousers, but he didn't seem to feel it. He just ti

d out, his voice trembling. "The final j

piritual energy. The lights overhead flicker

he safest path. She carefully cleared a small patch of the shattered glass with the side of her boot before she knelt directly in front of him, feeling the sha

cutting aura of his chaotic energy, an

ay. But her palms were warm. A warmth he had c

lver eyes. She gathered all her strength an

sor

nt rigid. The collapse of his spiritua

the time

ned forward, and pressed h

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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.”