2026-10-29 12:06:00The echo of Mandragos's shriek tore through the freezing air of the dilapidated hut. Cold sweat and tears slicked his greasy face as he dropped to his knees on the packed clay, cradling a left wrist that dangled at an unnatural ninety-degree angle. The radius bone poked against the torn flesh, spilling dark crimson blood onto the dead ashes of the hearth.
At the threshold, his two lackeys snapped out of their lecherous daze. The vulgar smirks vanished from their faces, re
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Chapter 23: The Hunter Becomes the Hunted
"Then Ephor Xenon better prepare to lose his favorite pet dog."Jackson's cold response at the mouth of the cave at dusk still rang clearly in Casandra's mind. Jackson did not flinch, hesitate, or show any fear at the name of Sparta's highest ruling elder. Before walking away down the steep cliffs of Mount Taygetos, Jackson only left one absolute command for Casandra and Shirin. Seal the cave entrance with woven fig roots, keep the fire burning without smoke, and do not step a single inch outside until he returned.Alongside Freya, who had sworn to be his sword, Jackson pierced the darkness of the Eurotas valley. During the three hours before midnight, the former modern mercenary had transformed the perimeter around his old hut into an invisible minefield. He rigged copper wire snares on olive branches, marked enemy escape routes, and smeared their bodies with pitch-black mud to blend in with the cold night.And now, the
Chapter 22: The Three Beauties' Astonishment
A barrage of heavy thuds slammed into the limestone cave floor, causing minor tremors and kicking up a thin cloud of sweet-smelling dust that stung the nose.Casandra stumbled backward. Her hand reflexively gripped Freya's arm. The Athenian princess's eyes widened so far her pupils shook violently. Beside her, Freya drew her black knife halfway out of its sheath, her breath caught dead in her throat.In front of them, in the exact spot that was just an empty, dusty stone floor a second ago. Now stood a mountain of neatly stacked food supplies and clean water.Twelve massive hemp sacks, each weighing fifty kilograms, stood firmly, holding a total of six hundred kilograms of super-premium white wheat. Beside them rested two wax-sealed wooden casks containing fifty kilograms of pure white crystal salt that sparkled like diamonds in the dim light filtering from outside. It didn't stop there. A full sack of refined cane sugar
Chapter 21: The Escape
The blaring red alarm inside Jackson's skull slowly faded, leaving behind a cold pulse of tactical tension at the base of his consciousness.Eight hours.That was the time remaining before the sun sank behind the spine of Mount Taygetos, and twenty mercenaries hired by Mandragos surrounded this dilapidated hut with oil torches and drawn swords.Jackson did not waste a single second panicking. In the modern combat world, waiting for the enemy to attack inside a cramped, fragile perimeter made of rotting wood was the literal definition of suicide. His military doctrine taught one absolute principle. The best defense is to attack, relocate non-combat assets, and choose the battlefield to secure the upper hand in the fight."Pack whatever you can carry," Jackson's baritone voice cut through the dawn silence. It was cold and sliced through the air leaving no room for negotiation. "We are leaving thi
Chapter 20: The Uninvited Guest
Damn it. Am I going to die in a filthy hut like this?! Freya thought, resigning herself to her fate.However, Jackson did not swing the blade toward her neck.CLANG!Jackson threw the modern carbon steel combat knife at the ground. The sharply angled tip of the Tanto blade struck the clay floor exactly three inches in front of Freya's chest. It embedded two inches deep into the rocky soil with an incredibly dense and heavy metallic thud.The knife blade stood perfectly straight in front of Freya's face. Its surface was pitch black without a single reflection of light, absorbing the dim Spartan dawn like a bottomless pit. There was no rust. There were no forging imperfections like ancient bronze. What radiated from that quarter-inch thick black blade was a high-tier aura of death, engineered by modern 21st-century metallurgical technology.Freya froze. Her eyes were glued to the s
Chapter 19: The lose Goddess of Death
The air inside the dilapidated hut felt frozen, trapped between the swirling clay dust and the scent of sweat from two bodies locked together on the floor.The pressure around Freya's neck tightened. The muscles of Jackson's left arm wrapped securely just beneath the female gladiator's jaw, locking her cervical joints with the hydraulic precision of a modern military operator. If Jackson twisted his hips even a fraction or jerked his bicep backward, Freya's neck bone would snap like a dry olive branch.Freya struggled wildly. Her muscular heels hammered the dirt floor repeatedly, trying to find leverage to reverse the position or launch a counter-throw. Her thick, calloused hands gripped Jackson's forearm. Her nails dug in hard as she tried to claw through the young man's skin.But Jackson's body did not budge.Ever since the genetic reconstruction serum overhauled his biological structur
Chapter 18: Taming Freya, The Lioness
Casandra straightened her back, a thin smile laced with intrigue curving her lips. Interesting, the Athenian princess thought. Freya is the most savage fighter I have ever seen in the captive lines. If Jackson loses, his dominance over this hut crumbles. But if he wins, this man is truly a wolf in sheep's clothing.Deep in his subconscious, Ares's voice exploded with absolute glee.[HELL YEAH! WIFE NUMBER TWO IS PICKING A FIGHT! Wreck her, Jackson! Slam her into the straw, rip that cloth off, and show her who the head of this house is! If you lose to this muscle mommy, I swear to the heavens I will delete your account from the system!]Shut the hell up, you bastard god, Jackson hissed in his mind.Jackson stared at Freya for three full seconds. There was no anger on his face, no wounded pride. Nathan Cross was a professional assassin. To him, a fight was never a contest to prove his manhood. It was a
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