The street remained silent and six men could be seen at the centre of it—Yasha and the five thugs from the Dead Cross gang.Although no weapon was drawn, the tension between them was intense. They simply held their ground while Yasha's eyes lingered intensely on them. His mind was already in battle as it analyzed their stance, breathing, and even the slightest movement of their bodies.He searched for a sign of bloodlust, a twitch of a finger toward a hidden blade, or maybe even the slightest desire to kill, but there was nothing. They all just remained calm without releasing even an ounce of bloodlust."If I refuse?" Yasha asked, his voice barely heard.The man at the center of the group let out a small smile, his eyes drifting past Yasha toward the direction Elara had gone."That girl you were walking with earlier, Elara, isn't it? She seems like a kind person, and she's quite beautiful at that. It would be a terrible misfortune if she got caught in the crossfire of our business."T

Silas sat relaxed on the high-backed chair with composure, a rusted-looking dagger being twisted between his fingers, his expression displaying a victorious smirk. The room around him was far from silent, murmurs coming from the guards, some confident while others were frightened by the blood-covered sight of Yasha. Cries could be heard coming from the side of the room where Elara and the remaining two guild members were held at knifepoint. "I suppose," Silas said, his voice calm as he slammed the blunt dagger into the desk beside him, "that since we’ve come to an impasse, one of you has to go. I made a bet on that. Too bad he didn't come earlier." His fingers tapped slowly against the arm of his chair. Without Silas even looking back or uttering another word, the guard's blade instantly slit Mira's throat open. What followed was a horrific burst of noise from her twin brother, Jax. Raw, agonizing cries echoed through the room as Jax fought with every ounce of strength left in his

Sixth Floor Boss Room.Yasha's hands pressed against the side of his abdomen, casting healing spells on the deep wound he got from the Boss's attack earlier.He didn't have the time to rest or wail about the pain. He had to keep moving, healing himself as he dodged incoming attacks."Left, three o'clock," Yasha shouted, his voice cold and loud, as his sword sliced through another Black Knight.Without a second thought, one of his shadows—a tall figure with an incredible physique that once belonged to a Sixth-Rank guard from the Dead Cross—lunged forward, catching the blast of demonic fire aimed at Yasha's heart with its own body.Although the attack sent him flying, it was as though its body had absorbed the massive attack and stored it, sending out a large burst of mana straight back at the demon.Sending him crashing against the stone wall.Before he could even recuperate, Yasha was already in the air, his boots using the jagged stone wall as a foothold to launch himself directly ov

She slowly moved her head even closer, taking the length of his massive dick deep into her throat before sliding back down to lick his balls while her fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft, stroking it slowly. ​Yasha could feel the incredible heat and pressure from her mouth alone—a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced. She moved with absolute precision, clearly craving his warm cum. ​Before long, his legs could no longer bear the tension. Driven by a sudden, intense surge of possession, he lifted her straight off her knees and carried her into the tent that had belonged to the elite goblins he had slain earlier, laying her down softly on the bed of hay at the center of the space. ​Yasha slowly traced his hands along her neck, dipping lower across her slightly exposed breasts. Her face flushed deeper with his slightest touch, caught in a hazy blur of submission. ​Whether it was the thrill of being so exposed in a tent with no cover—completely visible to any traveler