Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world
Chapter 167: The Japan’s dungeon [1]

Looking through the messages, Brandon smiled dryly as he clicked on Han Dhayun's message.

'Woonie, you are coming to my room this week, right?"

His gaze softened and he quickly replied to her 'Sure, let's watch that anime together...'

As he was eating his breakfast, he raised his gaze as he noticed someone walking toward him.

Looking up, he let out a chuckle "Oh, you finally woke up.."

Scratching her head, Ravene let out a yawn, stretaching her arm "Good morning.."

She wore a loose, oversized t-shirt and soft cotton shorts, her bare feet padding quietly against the floor.

Without hesitation, she gently sat on his lap, her body settling against him as her head leaned onto his shoulder.

Brandon placed the mobile back on the table and rasted his arms on her waist as she hugged his neck.

His smile softened, his hazel eyes glinting with affection as he held her.

"How was the party yesterday?" Ravene asked, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

He tilted his head, his cheek brushing her hair as he caressed her cheek with his thumb "It went well..."

She nodded her head and closed her eyes sleepily, snuggling into him.

He leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek and she let out a faint, contented sigh, her fingers tightening briefly around his neck.

At this time, Elize walked to the dinner table from the kitchen and looked at Ravene "Don't cling to him as the first thing in the morning,"

"Go and freshen up. Also he is busy today, he has training sessions with Naevora."

Hearing this, Ravene let out a deep sigh "I also have to go to Laboratory."

Elize shook her head helplessly and returned back to the kitchen.

Brandon slowly slipped his fingers into her oversized T-shirt, teasing her belly button and her midriff.

She giggled in his arms and he slowly raised his hand, reaching her breasts.

Opening his palm, he softly squeezed her breast, making her sigh softly.

"Kael..."

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Sitting inside the plane, Brandon looked through the window, gazing at the clouds they were passing by.

Naevora is sitting beside him on the seat, while Yverine is in the back compartment, sleeping.

With a soft hum under her breath, Naevora glanced at him "Brandon, are you in bad terms with House Caeles?"

Hearing her words, he turned to her and shook his head "No, why do you ask?"

Naevora frowned slightly "Just thinking about the way she kneeled in front of you and her missing arm."

"She is the matriarch of one of the Five Great Houses, surely she can get healing elixirs or someone with healing etheric skill to heal her arm."

"But she didn't do that. Why is she walking without a hand?"

Brandon's gaze lowered and Naevora continued "i also received a message like a week ago that Charlotte visited the House of Caeles."

"At that time, I thought it might be misinformation."

"But now that I think back about it, Charlotte must have met her and cut her arm, warning her that she shouldn't heal it."

"So, i was wondering if you have any bad blood with House Caeles that Charlotte went to clear it."

Shaking his head, Brandon replied "No, I am not on bad terms with Caeles house."

Upon hearing this, Naevora's eyes narrowed further and she slowly nodded her head "I see."

Brandon's thoughts spiraled 'It was because of Charlotte? But she don't know that the House Caeles people tried to spy on the church and tried to kill Acolyte.'

'Maybe, Charlotte personally have some issues with her?'

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The speed wind current ruffled his hair as Brandon looked down at the broken city landscape below from the opened door of the airplane.

Yverine jumped from the plane without asking anything, as she is not new to this place.

Naevora turned to him and spoke "Used to be a city but after the dungeon, it's not. Come on."

With that, she also jumped from the airplane.

Brandon let out a deep sigh "Fuck, I hate this. Atleast a coundown for fucks sake."

He also didn't have a choice and jumped after her.

Wind rushed past his ears in a deafening roar and his stomach turned inside out as the world blurred around him

*swoosh* Carried by gravity, they soon reached ground level and Naevora shot toward him and grabbed him in her arms before landing on the ground.

She skidded across cracked concrete with a controlled ether pulse buffering the final impact and a cloud of dust swirled around her boots as they came to a perfect stop.

"Perfect..." Naevora muttered, looking at the boy in her hands.

Eh? Brandon blinked in confusion and looked at Yverine who is falling after him 'How.. is she going to land.'

Yverine had a stoic face and as she closed to the ground level, she raised her leg and kicked off the air.

*swoosh* *swoosh*

A shockwave burst around her foot as it connected with the air.

Her body blurred as she dashed through the air like a blur of yellow energy and in the next instant she blurred out of form, standing on the ground.

Brandon blinked in surprise. 'What the hell? She can dash in air... Her skill? Wait, no. It is the same technique Naevora taught me. But its advanced.'

Looking at his surprised face, Naevora spoke "She's condensing the ether discs into micro-platforms and chaining them with perfect rhythm. You're still working on standing on one. She's surfing the wind."

"You still have a lot to learn."

Yverina brushed some of the dust from her clothes and looked at Naevora who is carrying Brandon like a child in her arms "Master, let's move."

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*slessh*

The head of the aberrant flew up in the air as Brandon's dagger sliced through its head.

Without missing a beat, he twisted on his feet, ducking low as another aberrant swung at him with its cleaver-like arm.

*woosh* The wind howled above him as the blade whistled through empty air.

In one fluid motion, he spun behind the creature's exposed side and drove his other dagger deep into its chest.

The thick hide cracked under the concentrated force of ether-laced steel.

"Gyaargh!" The aberrant let out a garbled shriek as Brandon twisted the blade and pulled it back as black blood poured onto the floor.

The scenery around him looked like a post-apocalyptic city with broken buildings, roads, and cars.

Another aberrant lunged from the side, opening its mouth widely.

He stepped into the lunge, pivoting on one heel and letting momentum carry him as he brought both daggers in a wide arc.

The twin blades slashed through the air, slicing through flesh and bone.

The creature's limbs were severed mid-air tumbling lifelessly to the ground before the aberrant itself crumpled, twitching violently as its blood leaked out.

Looking at it, Brandon let out a soft sigh and gripped the daggers in his palms.

Another D-rank aberrant shrieked and charged from behind a toppled car, its grotesque limbs scraping sparks as they dragged along the pavement.

Brandon's eyes narrowed and he threw one dagger.

The blade spun end over end and embedded itself deep between the creature's eyes before it could even reach him.

*thud* It fell mid-leap, landing in a heap just a few feet away with a wet thump.

As another trio emerged from the smoke, he dashed forward to retrieve his thrown dagger.

The nearest aberrant swung downward with a massive arm shaped like a spiked club.

Brandon skidded under the blow, picked up his dagger in one seamless motion, and slashed upward.

A diagonal cut ripped through the aberrant's torso from hip to shoulder, black blood exploding outwards like an oil geyser.

"GRAARGH!"

The other two faltered for a second, momentarily taken aback to see the abberant getting killed so easily.

Brandon dashed forward and rammed one dagger into the base of the first creature's neck while simultaneously slashing horizontally with the other, severing its spine.

It collapsed on the ground without a sound.

The final one attempted to retreat, crawling backward on its limbs.

Brandon walked forward, his boots splashing through puddles of rain and blood.

As he lunged, the creature raised an arm to block, but he batted it aside and stabbed both daggers downward.

The weapons pierced cleanly into its skull, pinning it to the ground like a trophy.

Naevora sitting on top of a broken car looked at Yverine who was standing beside her "Thoughts?"

Yverine's gaze condensed slightly "I realized from the spars I had with him, he is pretty strong for his level and also has good instincts."

"His dagger techniques are dull as they are very instinctual. But he has power behind his strikes."

"Also not bad body movements..."

"He is not afraid of them and is willing to take a fight, which is good."

"Anyone can fight in a spar but when it comes to a real battlefield, most would hesitate, but he is not like most."

Naevora smiled dryly and muttered "And he got this good in just around two weeks after his awakening."

"Now it's been more than a month, though. Well, with exams and Church stuff he got busy, so..."

Yverina let out a deep sigh "That's scary... in just two weeks."

"I am scared and envious of his talents."

Naevora let out a chuckle as she leaned back "It won't take long before he surpasses you."

Yverine nodded her head "Good. I am also getting tired of fighting my peers."

She glanced at Brandon and her gaze squinted in thought "He lives up to the hype for being the only male awakener and the Herald."

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