Patricia Miller
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55 Chapter 55: At Least You "...Arachnea? Did you just say Arachnea...?" "...No." No. That was really the only word that was escaping out of most of the Faceless Crew's mouths. Even Rhys, who was currently exchanging stares with Arachnea, had his mind completely filled with a sort of whistle that caused everything to just be silent. Rhys has only been with the Faceless crew for a little more than a month. But throughout that short span of time, he had spent the 24 hours of a day with them…-
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"...They are all dead." "Well, that's anticlimactic." No. 2 was currently poking a wrinkled bag of skin, lifting it up using a stick. And although he was wearing a mask, everyone just knows that there was a disgusted expression on his face — how could he not when he was actually poking the wrinkled breast of a dead arache? "Psst. Rhys, ever sucked on one of these bad boys? I bet you're a virgin." "I have, actually. Not that one, but an arachne's nipples." "Pft! Look at this guy making…
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"Whew. That was even closer than a downer's eyes together. You almost died... ...good thing I acted fast and carried you back immediately without making light of the situation. Right?" "..." "Right...?" "Yes, Ayesha." Rhys was now inside a tent, surrounded by the Faceless Crew with Ayesha by his side, grabbing his hand tight... perhaps as a warning not to say anything. The Faceless Crew, however, knew exactly what was happening — all of them knew how crazy Ayesha was, after all. There…
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"...Arise." There was nothing but a whisper escaping Rhys's mouth, but he did not even need to whisper as the fatigue chaining down his entire body shattered. But fatigue was not the reason why he could not even move a single finger, no — his body was truly... fucked. His ear drums were busted, most of his bones were shattered just from the sheer shockwave of the cyclops' slap. He did not even need to imagine what would have happened to him if he was actually hit by that, all he needed to remember…
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"...Please?" "Hector... Do you want to lose your job?" Hector has a choice to make. Either lose his high-paying job working for the government and possibly not get hired anywhere else, or get folded in half by Commander Ayesha for not taking care of his bodyguard who she seemed somewhat fond of. Even when they were discussing the details of the Dig back in the tent earlier, Commander Ayesha was actually still talking about Rhys — about how the government should actually hire more people like…
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The weather in the Underworld doesn't change, a warm region will always be a warm region. And it only rains in a region where it always rains — how it underground, well, the scientists said it had something to do with the condensation and the thin mysterious fog that veiled atop regions, but the majority of people just treat it as magic. So, in retrospect, a pleasant region will always be a pleasant region. Unfortunately for Rhys, his relatively pleasant day was about to be ruined. "Ew, did it just…
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"..." "...But we just fucking finished a 2-month mission." "Did I hear someone complaining?" "No, Ma'am!" "Good." "...But another person, I'm afraid our baby can't take it anymore." "Did I hear someone complaining again?" "No, Ma'am!" "..." Rhys had initially thought he would finally get the chance to at least try and conquer one of Ayesha's hearts, but no. The mission that he thought he and Ayesha would tackle alone did not happen... as the entire Faceless crew was actually…
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"...It's your sister." Rhys no longer knew how long Ayesha said those words to him, but he had been staring at the phone in her hand since then and hadn't looked away or even moved a single inch. He was expecting either Katarina or Lina to be on the other side of the phone, as they told him they would be trying to call him after a few months of him being in the service. But Emilia? "Tell her I'm not here, Ma'am," Rhys blurted out as he finally strayed his eyes away from the phone. "This…
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"Can I roam around for a while, No. 1?" "Feel free to do whatever you want, No. 6. Just be back here by 16:30." "Ah, No. 6. Hold your long fucking legs, I'm coming with you!" The Lowborns. No one really talks about them. Perhaps no one cares, or perhaps they are disgusted by the mere presence of their name included in their conversation. And whenever they do get to the news, it is news of them committing a crime. Stealing, trespassing, squatting. In truth, Rhys also did not have that good of…
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"Talk to him." "You talk to him! You literally have the fucking No. 1 on your name." "It's just a number, you're the one driving. So, you're the leader. And besides, I need to talk to the civilians we rescued." "W—" "Perhaps if I may offer some advice? I think it would be best for No. 2 to talk to him, he is our mascot, after all." "W–the fuck? You're our mascot, you obese fuck. Have you seen yourself? No. 4, you talk to him." "But he's literally deaf and mute. No. 2, you talk to him.…
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