An Ascendant Dominance

Chapter 2

At this moment, Arion could no longer remember anything; he only felt an intense heaviness in his head. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly found himself inside his rented house. Something strange had happened.

“My Lord, you have returned to twelve hours ago,” Nara’s melodious, clear voice echoed in his mind.

Arion quickly pulled out his phone to check. Sure enough, it wasn’t a mistake, he had really gone back 24 hours in time!

At that moment, fragments of the Demon-Sealing Incantations kept surfacing in Arion’s mind. His lower abdomen felt warm, and his whole body brimmed with a power whose source he could not explain. This strength was unlike anything he had ever felt before, hard to comprehend. An aura seemed to radiate throughout his body. The sensation made Arion feel secretly exhilarated deep inside.

He looked left and right, searching for the arm-training tool he had bought not long ago. He had never even opened it, but now he had to try it.

Crack!

Before he could even start testing his strength, the arm trainer shattered in his grip.

“My God! The power of this incantation is truly terrifying!” Arion muttered, staring at his hands.

Arion stood there dazed, then suddenly realized that the wall in front of him had turned transparent. He could clearly see the landlady, an attractive young woman, changing clothes in the next room.

“Holy…!” Arion gasped again.

“My Lord, Nara would never deceive you. The Demon-Sealing Sword is a jewel between heaven and earth, and its power will never disappoint you,” Nara’s sweet voice echoed once more in Arion’s ears.

It seemed this unthinkable thing was truly happening to him. “All right, let’s try that again,” Arion whispered, trying to refocus his newfound X-ray vision.

This time his gaze shifted toward the window. At that moment, he heard a commotion outside.

“Olafia Yocelin! When are you going to pay back the debt you owe our boss?!” a man shouted from outside the house.

“Don’t think that just because you’re a woman we won’t do anything. We have plenty of ways to make you pay up!”

“Hey Olafia, get out here! If you don’t open this door right now, we’ll break it down!”

As Arion witnessed the uproar, he suddenly remembered, they were a gang of thugs harassing his landlady, Olafia Yocelin.

Olafia was the owner of the house Arion rented. She was a gentle, wise young woman, naturally beautiful without needing makeup. Only twenty-four years old, she had been unlucky enough to marry an irresponsible man. Her husband had learned business from his family but fell into heavy debt with high-interest loans. Unable to pay, he ran away, leaving Olafia alone to face the ruthless debt collectors.

The thugs kept coming to harass her, making her life miserable. She survived by running a small bookstore, but misfortune continued to hound her. Just last night, a gang of thugs had destroyed her shop. When Arion tried reporting the incident to the police, he had been beaten instead.

“Enough! I won’t let them keep bullying Olafia!” Arion resolved in his heart. “It’s time to teach this gang a lesson!”

At that moment, the heavy gate of the courtyard was flung open. A group of six thugs, all wearing sleeveless black shirts, swaggered in with an air of menace. Their bulging chests and tattoos were on full display, but at a glance, they hardly looked like anyone to truly fear.

“I don’t have any money! That money was borrowed by my husband. I don’t know where he is now. You have no proof, and yet you demand I pay back two billion? That’s utterly unreasonable!” Olafia shouted, storming out of her room with her face flushed red in anger. As a woman, she felt powerless in such a situation, but she had to defend herself.

Her quick, angry strides made her alluring chest rise and fall, and the thugs were instantly captivated.

Their leader, a fat man with beady eyes, stared at her chest with a lewd gaze and stretched his filthy hand toward her. “Olafia, you want proof? Come with us. Our boss has the loan agreement signed by your husband,” the fat man sneered.

Olafia quickly dodged his hand before it could touch her shoulder.

But the fat man didn’t give up. With a disgusting grin, he went on, “Let big brother show you the easy way. Come with me. If you can make our boss happy tonight, your debt will be wiped clean!”

A woman like this, once the boss had his fun, the underlings would get their turn. The thought alone excited them.

“You’d better leave right now, or I’ll call the police!” Olafia’s lips trembled as she spoke, humiliated by the fat man’s words.

Seeing her refusal, the fat man snarled angrily, “You’re no virgin, so stop pretending to be pure, you arrogant slut! The boss said if we don’t get the money today, we’ll take you instead!” he threatened, his face twisted.

“Get her!” the fat man waved his hand, ordering his men forward.

The thugs rushed at Olafia, all of them lusting after her body, eager to lay their hands on her.

Arghhh!

The fat man and his men suddenly saw a flash of light before their eyes. In an instant, the two thugs at the front collapsed. One crumpled to the ground, the other hurled backward. It all happened so fast, no one had time to see what caused it.

Out of nowhere, a tall but lean man appeared before Olafia.

Yesterday, when this incident had happened, Arion had still been on the phone calling the police. But today, he was already standing boldly in front of Olafia. The broken arm trainer in his hand was proof of his newfound strength.

“If you don’t have the guts to find the real debtor and instead come to intimidate a woman, then you don’t even deserve to be called thugs, you’re nothing but trash of society!” Arion shouted, pointing furiously at the fat man’s nose.