Chapter 6: Auntie is the best!
Lilian’s other hand gently brushed the corner of Alex’s eye, wiping away his tears.
"It’s okay, it’s okay. Auntie’s here. If you wanna cry, just cry."
Her brows knitted together, eyes soft with worry.
Alex couldn’t hold back anymore. He shouted,
"Aunt Lilian!" and dove straight into her arms, burying his head against her soft chest, rubbing around like a spoiled kid.
So soft. So fragrant. So... huge!
How can anyone be this stacked?
She’s gorgeous, treats me amazing—an angel! Please, marry me, Auntie!
Alex’s lips curled into a grin as he hugged her slender waist tighter. In his mind, he already played out ten thousand different fantasies.
From today on, he swore—he’d never let his aunt suffer even the tiniest bit!
He’d pamper her, protect her, cherish her!
Lilian closed her eyes and held him close. The warmth of the boy in her arms made her cheeks flush.
Why’s he acting so obedient today? Was the blow too much for him?
Well... makes sense. This kid grew up without parents.
Now he faced this kind of setback—just not completely breaking down was already incredible.
Maybe... maybe I should give him some extra allowance?
"No, no! I promised his mother—he must be raised strictly until he’s eighteen! Just one more year, Lilian. Just hold on one more year!"
"But... he looks so pitiful. That look in his eyes... my heart’s melting."
"Maybe just a little? Just a small reward? It’s fine, won’t hurt..."
She opened her eyes and saw Alex bumping against her chest like a puppy. A faint smile tugged at her lips.
"Alex?"
Alex lifted his head, hair messy, eyes dazed, face still carrying that childish sweetness.
"Huh? What is it, Auntie?"
Lilian helped him up and, like doing a magic trick, pulled out a black card. Hands on her waist, she announced proudly:
"To celebrate your first contract beast, Auntie decided to give you a little reward!"
Alex swallowed hard, trying to control his eyes but failing miserably.
His gaze kept slipping downward—till he caught sight of the snow-white, breathtaking valley between her curves.
His nose heated up. Blood trickled out.
He immediately tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling.
"Yes, Auntie!"
Lilian blinked. What kind of expression is that? Could it be... he doesn’t like money?
"Alex? Are you... practicing some kind of acting?"
Alex kept breathing heavily, like trying to push the blood back in. But that scene he just witnessed—too shocking, burned into his brain.
"No! Not at all! I just... I like looking up like this! Good for training my jawline!"
Relieved, Lilian slipped the card into his hand.
"There’s one million in this account. You can buy whatever you want. Just don’t blow it too fast. A boy shouldn’t be too reckless."
Alex’s whole body trembled.
One million?
In his past life, he worked himself to death and still couldn’t make that much.
Even with his system, he’d need a year of grinding to get a million.
And his aunt just casually handed it over—just to celebrate his slime contract?!
Alex’s nose stung again. His voice cracked.
"Thank you, Auntie..."
Lilian smiled, gently patting his hand.
"Life won’t always go smooth. But every hardship you face will become the foundation for your future. Auntie believes in you."
Finally calming his nosebleed, Alex lowered his head and looked at her.
Her hair fell across her forehead, and her big watery eyes blinked up at Alex.
Taking the black card, Alex suddenly leaned in and kissed her cheek.
"I love you, Lilian."
Her face turned pink. She brushed her hair back, looked down, then up again.
"Auntie loves you too, little Alex."
Hand in hand, the two gazed into each other’s eyes. Time seemed to freeze.
After a long silence, Lilian cleared her throat softly, pulled her hand away, cheeks burning even hotter.
She swayed her hips as she walked to the kitchen.
"Auntie will cook something for you. How about lobster? Or maybe king crab?"
Alex stared at her mesmerizing back, dreamy-eyed.
"I want oysters. And abalone!"
Lilian steps froze. She snapped her head back.
"...What?"
...
Starlight City – Mayor’s Office
Several men in suits sat around the table.
Whispering.
"Did you feel it?"
"Yeah. That aura..."
"Beyond SSS."
"Something higher."
"But it vanished."
"Why?"
"Has this happened before?"
"A portal appearing, then disappearing?"
Silence.
"...Yes."
The figure at the window spoke.
Rugged face.
Unshaven.
Everyone turned.
"Mayor."
"Tell us."
"What’s going on?"
"Should we report this?"
"This is national security!"
The mayor closed his eyes.
"Five hundred years ago."
"Something similar happened."
He flicked his wrist.
The doors slammed shut.
Locked.
"An X-rank portal appeared."
"Rainbow-colored."
"But it didn’t vanish."
He turned.
"A man contracted the beast inside."
"A Blood Angel."
The officials froze.
"Impossible!"
"There’s no record—"
"Wait."
One man stopped.
"There IS a blank period in history..."
"Around that time..."
Another looked at the closed doors.
"Mayor, why—"
"Blood Angel?"
"Sounds evil..."
The mayor’s shadow fell across them.
"That man was a genius."
"At twenty-five, strongest in the nation."
"At twenty-seven, strongest in the world."
"No one could touch him."
"Monsters were nothing."
He paused.
"We thought he’d lead humanity to prosperity."
"But then..."
"He discovered something."
"Other worlds."
"New continents."
"New universes."
"And then he changed."
The mayor’s voice dropped.
"Went insane."
"Bloodthirsty."
"Started slaughtering humans."
"Across the world."
"No one knows why."
"In the end..."
"The greatest fighters from every nation..."
"Sacrificed themselves."
"Drove him out."
"Off our planet."
"That’s how humanity survived."
"That century became the Dark Age."
"No top power to protect us."
"Beasts slaughtered humans everywhere."
"Our numbers dropped."
"Drastically."
"But then our hero was born."
"Skyan."
"Not X-rank."
"But brilliant."
"He turned the tide."
"Restored peace."
The room was silent.
Someone swallowed.
Palms sweating.
A fat man opened his mouth.
No sound came out.
Another man’s pen snapped.
Ink spilled across papers.
Black.
Someone stood up.
Chair screeched.
Sat back down.
Stiff.
"Mayor..."
"Do you mean—"
No one finished.
The mayor turned.
Eyes in shadow.
"That’s right."
Pause.
"That aura just now..."
"Almost identical."
"To five hundred years ago."
The room went dead.
A man’s hands shook.
Tea spilled.
Scalded his skin.
He didn’t make a sound.
Another clutched his chest.
Gasping.
The secretary went pale.
Notebook fell.
The mayor’s gaze swept across them.
"This matter..."
"Goes to the highest level only."
"They’ll decide."
"Kill him?"
"Protect him?"
"Not our call."
He looked at the trembling men.
"One more thing."
"This history..."
"Never leaks."
His lips curved.
Reached behind his desk.
Pulled out something massive.
A club.
Covered in spikes.
Steel tips gleaming.
The room exploded.
The old man collapsed.
The secretary fainted.
The young guy wet himself.
"Don’t kill us!"
"Mayor, please!"
"We didn’t do anything!"
"You forced us to listen!"
"I have a mother!"
"I have a kid!"
"Please!"
The mayor blinked.
The club twisted.
Transformed.
Into a glowing device.
Sleek.
Modern.
"What’re you screaming about?"
"This is a memory eraser."
"Kill you?"
"Do I look like that kind of person?"
Everyone froze.
Then—
The office shook.
"DON’T MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A CLUB!"
"MY HEART ALMOST STOPPED!"
"I’M REPORTING YOU!"
The mayor smiled.
Awkward.
Pressed the switch.
Blue light swept the room.
Silence.
The young man took a breath.
"Mayor..."
"What do we do now?"
The mayor turned away.
"I’ll report to the higher-ups."
"You go home."
"Yes, Mayor."
They left.
The mayor smacked his lips.
"No sense of humor."
"A club-shaped memory eraser is cool."
"Right?"