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Opening his eyes, it was already morning.

After going through multiple battles last night, Mr. Cyclone was feeling exhausted, both physically and mentally.

However, what he saw when he opened his eyes was still the same face. The vacant look in her eyes was like that of a dead person.

Just waking up, Mr. Cyclone didn't think of anything. The reason why the girl in his eyes had such an expression was probably because he had forced himself on her.

Not thinking of anything, Mr. Cyclone still reached out and gently touched the girl's head, then closed his eyes again.

In a world where nothing can be seen, a voice came.

"Even if you are gentle now, I will still kill you!"

Hearing something serious, Mr. Cyclone finally woke up.

"What the f*ck? I wake up in the morning and I'm being chased already?"

Sweat flowed from his forehead and Mr. Cyclone wiped it away. He sat up and looked at the girl in front of him.

She was a half-human, half-dragon creature of the lower dragon race named Little Dragon.

Her long, violet hair and charming purple eyes were so captivating that every time Mr. Cyclone looked into her eyes, his soul felt attracted.

"She's so beautiful, and I still did it... Sigh..."

Mr. Cyclone was in distress.

Gubas should know about the Wand Research Association incident yesterday. To avoid arousing suspicion from Gubas, Mr. Cyclone must continue to behave like a bad guy.

The original plan was to corrupt the girl in front of him, so that he can have his pleasure and also eliminate Gubas's suspicion.

"Is it that your resistance is ineffective, even in matters of the opposite sex?"

"It's just that your technique is inferior, weakling~"

She turned her face to the other side, not wanting to look at Mr. Cyclone.

"Tsk!"

Suppressed by a special barium stone tool, the weak point of the lower dragon race's nature, the slightly magical aura emitted by the barium stone would render the lower dragon race powerless. This was the reason why Mr. Cyclone wasn't dead yet. If these barium stones were gone, not to mention touching her, if he had not touched Little Dragon, Mr. Cyclone would have died long ago.

Although satisfaction was guaranteed the first time with inferior technique, this was the extent of Mr. Cyclone's current strength. Although he didn't want to believe it, unfortunately, this was reality: fantasy and reality were a little different.

"It must be your resistance problem."

"You are such a jerk!"

Since he cannot corrupt Little Dragon through the masculine way, Mr. Cyclone must think of another way to accomplish his mission given by King Allen. To gain Gubas's trust, he had already planned everything.

"Don't you hate me?"

"Go to hell!"

"They caught you, so you should also hate them, right?"

"You can all go to hell!"

After thinking for a while, Mr. Cyclone had many different options but one of them was the highest risk and the easiest to succeed.

"King Allen wants to take over this place. When that time comes, Gubas and those who captured you will all die."

Little Dragon did not turn around, but Mr. Cyclone continued.

"I want to make Gubas rebel so that King Allen has a legitimate reason to attack Sunset City. But to do this, I must make Gubas believe me."

Putting on his clothes, Mr. Cyclone continued to speak.

"To continue to be a bad guy, I only have two ways. One is to kill you now..."

Mr. Cyclone twisted Little Dragon's face, forcing her to look at him.

"Or, you can act with me."

"Tsk! That's not a choice at all. All you want is my body."

Mr. Cyclone stared at her for a while.

"Are you... stupid? My plan is, of course, beneficial to me~"Little Dragon clenched his teeth and his expressionless dead eyes finally returned to the hateful gaze he had at the beginning.