Bound To The Exiled S-Class Monster

Chapter 5

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tasted blood and despair. His l

in shock. His body, stiff as a board, tried

eks to the back of his neck, her fingers digging in

D-Class spiritual power. She channeled it into a faint but

drop of rain on a parched desert. It touche

oat. His iron-tense muscles began to

e a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. Invisible tendrils

ead, she parted her lips s

as yanked back. He tasted the sweetness in her mouth, a

des, shot up and grabbed the hem of her hoodie,

s flickered on, bathing them

ystem reported in her mind. But his state remains

out of thin air, she felt a subtle spatial distortion at her wrist where the Möbius strip tattoo rested. The system had routed the synthesized potion directly from t

ppery taste of her blood spread between their lips. T

uncorked the vial, and she flicked the s

ful, cool current that shot directly in

, clutching his chest and gasping for breath

erate smile touched his lips, but then he felt

being torn apart by knives, was now being en

e S-Class power was his again, under his co

now sitting on the floor amid the broken glass. "What... what

dn't answer him directly. She just stood up, brush

rom this day on, your life is mine. I can not only f

most sensitive nerve. He shot to his feet

bed her wrist, pinning her against the workben

rabbed the collar of his shirt and pul

a low growl, "you can tear me apart. But i

to. But all he found was a clarity and ambition he had never seen before. The

ad, he lowered his head, and like a dying man in the desert finding an o

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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.”