Chapter 21: The Escape
Author: Boncel
last update2026-11-03 12:09:00

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, wait

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  • 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

  • Chapter 17: The Reward and the Lioness's Glare

    Dawn broke over Sparta in shades of pale gray. Cold mist from the slopes of Mount Taygetos crept through the gaps of the shattered door. It washed over the lingering scents of sweat, olive ash, and the heavy aroma of intimacy still hanging in the corner over the dry straw.Jackson opened his eyes slowly. His breathing was deep, steady, and controlled. Beside him, Shirin was still fast asleep with her head resting on his broad chest. The Persian girl's face looked completely at peace. The dark circles under her eyes had faded, and a coarse linen blanket wrapped around her petite frame, a body purified by blood and a night of relentless passion.Right as Jackson's consciousness fully gathered, a deafening, shrill yell exploded inside his skull.[HEY, YOU PERVERT KING!]Jackson let out a soft snort, resisting the urge to wince so he wouldn't wake Shirin.[Must be nice being you!] Ares's voice boomed with sheer envy, sounding like a guy left alone at t

  • Chapter 16: Moans and Paradise

    Jackson placed his hand firmly on Shirin's shoulder, gently pulling her face up from his lap. A thin, glistening thread connected her parted lips to his shaft before breaking in the dim firelight. Her mouth was flushed and wet, her heavy lidded eyes silently begging for more."That is enough foreplay," Jackson murmured, his voice thick and rough. "Lie down."Shirin offered a languid, sultry smile. Moving carefully so as not to put pressure on the fresh dressings over her back, she shifted onto her side on the dry straw, parting her smooth thighs wide for him.The sight before Jackson shattered the last remnants of his patience.Between her soft, parted thighs lay her intimate center, glistening and wet with desire, swollen in shades of delicate pink and bronze. The rich, heady scent of her arousal rose into the air, filling the small space around their bed of straw.Jackson settl

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