Ethan was filled with panic when he saw Olivia's condition. He quickly ran over and checked her shoulder, where he saw a deep stab wound with a sharp object, and the blood was flowing heavily. Not having enough Monster Crystals to buy healing potions for Olivia, Ethan quickly picked up her body and rushed into the house. In a state of panic, Ethan rushed to Olivia's room, which he was able to open easily since Olivia had deliberately not locked it. He placed her on the bed, which caused the blood on her body to seep, staining her sheets. He quickly ran to fetch a towel, attempting to staunch the flow of blood from Olivia's shoulder. Ethan waited for a while until Olivia's bleeding had finally ceased, and he saw her lying there, pale and with a wide, deep gash visible on her shoulder. She was wearing a white t-shirt, which was now saturated with her blood and stained her face and blonde hair. Ethan then took a damp towel and gently cleaned Olivia's face and hands while tidying up he
Olivia displayed the image of the surveillance camera on the television screen, and then a woman was visible standing at the entrance of the home. "Who?" Ethan asked Olivia, his brow furrowing as he tried to figure out the identity of the person in question. Olivia shook her head in response, indicating that she, too, was unaware of the individual's identity. At first glance, the woman appeared to be a teenager with a small face, soft contours, and short black hair. She wore a white, tightly fitted shirt, a black mini-skirt, high heels, and a pair of wide-eyed glasses. Upon closer inspection, it was clear she was in her early-20s. "She doesn't look dangerous," Ethan said. "What do you say we find out why she's here?" Olivia nodded in agreement. "Definitely. A beautiful woman like her can't be dangerous." She giggled. Fang had been on guard for nearly 24 hours, vigilantly patrolling the house. It could be trusted to detect any potential threats that might arrive. This time, howev
That evening, Olivia was dressed to impress in a luxurious, floor-length black dress. The dress featured a daring side slit that revealed her left leg all the way up to her thigh. To complete the ensemble, she had added a pair of stylish high heels that made her almost as tall as Ethan. Ethan put on a fashionable outfit, slightly too big for him but still looked great. It was a suit that Olivia's father had never been able to wear. Initially, Ethan was hesitant about wearing it, but Olivia was determined and even helped him get dressed. "I really like it!" exclaimed Olivia, admiring Ethan's new look. He seemed a bit embarrassed, but she could tell he was pleased with his appearance, which was both cool and dignified. "You look stunning," she added. "Ethan Oppa, you're so handsome - almost as handsome as my father when he wears it. But you still have a special place in my heart," she added, giving him a thumbs up with a giggle. Ethan pondered out loud, "This time my performance was
Ethan was taken aback, his muscles tensing and his heart aching so painfully he thought he might cry. "Hey Oppa," Verona gushed, her eyes fixed on Ethan's. She still had a firm grip on his right hand, her legs swinging back and forth. "Your name is Ethan, right? I've seen your fights and I like them a lot!" "Vero was thrilled when she heard that Ethan would be joining him; Ethan had amazed her when a video of him riding a wolf had gone viral online." Rania, whom they knew as Bas' wife, opened her mouth and gently ran her fingers through Verona's straight black hair. Olivia, who was sitting beside Ethan, realized what had happened and noticed that he had suddenly gone quiet; she slowly stroked his left hand and said, “I know that this Oppa is cool, but he's mine, okay Verona?” she said. "I'm still very young," Verona countered Olivia's teasing, "and I'll be a very beautiful girl when he is ready to get married." She flashed a mischievous grin before continuing, "Don't blame me if he
The large room was filled with round tables, most of which were occupied. Dozens of reporters and other people buzzed around, snapping photos and seeking out potential stories. This dinner was originally an exclusive gathering planned by Elora and her team for the purpose of preparing for tomorrow's Talk Show, yet many people wanted to learn more about an array of unsolved questions, such as raids, monsters, the players' capabilities, and other topics. "It wasn't supposed to be this way, but it seems like there are a lot of people who are interested in learning more about you," Elora said apologetically. "If you're okay with it, that is." Rohan let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head slightly as he said, "That's alright by me. Might as well make the most of it while we can, right?" “It’s so good to have you all here! I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.” Elora continued. "Thanks for coming, everyone," Elora said. "How have you all been since the last monster attack?" Oliv
Dinner went quite well. Not long afterwards, Ethan returned with Verona. And then, Ethan and Olivia said their goodbyes, ensuring they would both be at the Talk Show planned for them the following day. Ethan remained quiet during the ride until they finally arrived at Olivia's house; they changed into their proper clothes and regrouped in the grand living room. "We're here," he stated. Both wearing their pajamas, Olivia and Ethan were snuggled together on the couch with a few pillows and blankets they had brought with them. As they looked around, they discussed the possibility that the next attack might come during the night. "What do you think?" Ethan asked. Olivia reclined on the plush sofa in the room while Ethan sat cross-legged on the carpet, leaning his back against the couch that she was lying on. She then shifted her body so that her face was right behind Ethan's neck, inhaling deeply and savoring his scent. "I'm starting to really like your scent, Oppa," she murmured. "Don
Upon seeing Ethan's arrival, Verona immediately ran to him and grabbed his right hand while Olivia held his left. To some onlookers, Ethan appeared to be the archetypal playboy, toying with female emotions. The trio then took a seat on the sofa, with cameras and a throng of spectators encircling them. Elora, dressed in a crisp white shirt, a short gray skirt, and her signature round glasses, had an intimidating presence with her sharp gaze that seemed to pierce anyone she spoke to. Ethan felt a chill run down his spine as he imagined their discussion occurring in front of thousands of eyes. Rania, Bas's wife, was unable to conceal her anxiety any longer; Verona, too, was not as buoyant as she had been. Ethan abruptly realized that he was the cause of their distress. This time, Rohan looked dashing in a sleek black leather jacket, which clung to his tall, stocky frame. At a glance, Ethan was mesmerized by the charm and strength radiating from Rohan, not to mention the positive energ
Suddenly, a towering figure of two meters burst through the wall, sending everyone in the room scurrying in terror. Muscles bulged beneath his clothing, adding to the intimidation of the intruder. Ethan attempted to call forth the Mjolnir, sensing that something dreadful was about to occur, but he was too late; the man had already lifted a hefty portion of the wall and hurled it in their direction. Ethan, startled, swiftly picked up Verona's limp body and jumped to his feet. Olivia suddenly vanished from Ethan's side and reappeared just as quickly on the other side, shielding Elora from the large object that was hurtling toward them. "Mamaaaaa!" Verona screamed in anguish. Rohan defiantly stepped up to the looming figure, determined to safeguard Rania, who was seated beside him. "No one will lay a hand on my best friend's wife and child while I'm here!" he declared. Rania managed to escape by hiding behind Rohan's tall and intimidating figure. Suddenly, the assailant charged to