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“I finally found you….”

Wrapping her thin arms around Cynrik’s body, the girl buried her face into his chest, causing him to stiffen as if lightning had just struck him. Behind the two, Brance and Benny were stunned silent, while Gabby covered her mouth with a seemingly knowing smile and giggled with a soft “Fufu fu.”

Looking down in confusion at the teenage girl, whose body was trembling, Cynrik felt his brain short circuit for a moment, her words echoing in his head on repeat as he tried to come up with answers.

Cinyah screamed happily in the Pinhurst Mansion when she saw a girl making a move on her oldest son, who, up until now, had shown no signs of making friends outside of the group he spent all his time with.

Maeve, however, had a different reaction. Her mind had been in turmoil since Cynrik took advantage of her. But now that a young girl had finally appeared, she breathed a little easier, as It would appear this child could be a potential distraction that she could use to tease him with.

With arms stretched to the side awkwardly, Cynrik mechanically moved and returned her hug, leaning close to her ear so he could whisper to her without anyone else hearing.

“Listen, It’s clear there is something big happening right now, and it is by far simple, but there are too many eyes on us; as much as I want to know everything, we simply do not have the privilege of talking about it.” Patting her back as he spoke softly, Cynrik continued further.

“I know that you are pretty close to the strength of my younger brother and me, so if ** hits the fan, I need to know…are you with…or against us.” Even with his mind freaking the ** out at the sense of familiarity he was feeling from the hug and this cute girl clinging to his body, Cynrik didn’t allow himself to get overwhelmed by it.

Usually, he would have never even allowed someone to approach him the way she had, let alone grab him into a tight hug, but with caution thrown to the wind at this point, Cynrik only needed a single answer from her to ease his heart.

Hearing his soft voice in her ear and feeling the warmth of his breath tickle the side of her face, Selene tensed up like a cat for an instant before forcing herself to relax. The truth in his words dragged her down from the high she was experiencing, having finally met the person who was the key point of her promise to Freya.

Tilting her tender and pale face up to make eye contact with Cynrik, she didn’t need to say the words of confirmation; looking in Selene’s eyes was plenty for him, so he instantly sent her over a request to join MyrkLys.

Without hesitation, she mentally accepted the request and was flooded by new notifications.

-Selene Nilsson Has joined MyrkLys.-

Simultaneously, Benny, Brance, and now even Gabby went wide-eyed as they saw how easily Cynrik accepted this new, older girl into the party, making them give her another good, hard look over.

Standing just a little shorter than Cynrik’s 5′ 3″, she was around five foot even. Her lithe, athletic body was covered with a maroon tracksuit that seemed incapable of hiding her maturing and curvaceous body and her modest C-cup chest. Her deep red hair fell neatly over one shoulder, tied in a simple ponytail. Each time she moved slightly, allowing the light to reflect off it, you could tell it was indeed red and not black as it appeared to be. Her mesmerizing almond-shaped Carnelian orange eyes held a level of sorrow and pain, hidden under a cold gaze initially, but now they were filled with hope. Slender and delicate cheekbones didn’t distract away from her thin nose and lips.

There was only one-word Cynrik could come up with when seeing her, gorgeous. In his eyes, she was a drop-dead bombshell that would smoke even the likes of the fully mature MILF of an auntie he knew was waiting back at the mansion. However, Cynrik had a feeling that this girl, Selene, was going to be a top-class beauty when she fully matured.

Tossing a curt nod towards Selene that wordlessly said let’s go, the two walked over and met up with the rest of the party, and in a hushed tone, Cynrik introduced everyone to the newest member.

Brance was the most confused by the whole situation. His brother was extremely out of character to easily make friends, let alone be so trusting out of nowhere. But, unlike Cynrik, he couldn’t feel the odd connection tethering the two together by the Deities, nor the one paved by having the same Affinity.

However, this all changed the instant he shook Selene’s hand for the first time. When their palms met, Brance struggled to hide his astonishment when a single notification popped up in his eyes.

-You have come in contact with The Third Over-Break Host.-

Brance’s eyes darted from Selene to Cynrik in rapid succession, filled with confusion and concern.

What the hell, SHE HAS TOBS TOO! Too stunned to react, Brance stood rooted in place, gripping Selene’s tender hand, making the antisocial girl uncomfortable to a point where she flicked her wrist, breaking the contact, and escaped to Cynrik’s side.

Now you understand why I let her join us so quickly. This just HAD to happen now, when over a hundred **ing High Tier beings are watching our every move. The hug alone was bad enough, but It’s killing me inside, not knowing the whole situation. Seeing how uncomfortable Selene was, Cynrik chuckled to himself and lightly patted her shoulder before huddling everyone together.

“Listen up; this is Selene; she is one of us now, so you know what that means.” Looking around the huddle at everyone, Cynrik spoke, but he would soon regret thinking his party would be able to be mature for even a second, as they all misunderstood his words.

“Initiationnnnn.” Speaking in a hushed and mysterious tone, Gabby said with a straight face, only to receive a scolding flick to the forehead by Cynrik.

“Owwwie, no fair, Big Bro Ivar.” Covering the spot he had struck, Gabby crouched down with puffed cheeks and looked to Brance for help but found it futile as he was stifling a laugh at her expense.

“Dumb rabbit now isn’t the time for games. We are in some deep ** here, got it. Do not look at them, but standing at 4-o’clock and 9-o’clock are two kids who are close to Brance and me in strength. Odds are they are at the minimum S-Rank applicants.”

At his words, everyone except Selene sucked in a sharp breath. Still unfamiliar with the group, she could only steel herself and hope things would get less awkward over time. For the last 16 years, she has been subjected to insane amounts of torture, humiliation, and social isolation. To say she was antisocial was an understatement.

Yet now, out of the blue, she found herself welcomed into a party of two others, alongside the two brothers she once fought with. Glancing at Cynrik from the corner of her eye, she examined everything about him. From his visual appearance to the cadence of his voice, which hold a high level of arrogance, confidence, and authority over the party, signifying his leadership.

In her mind’s eye, the image of the man with a limp and this boy who seemed younger physically than her overlapped, and she could feel her chest tighten. In contrast, the younger brother seemed to be acting as a counterbalance, who kept the older in place. Every time Cynrik’s tone would shift to one more emotionless, Brance would step in and verbally set him on course; this made Selene unconsciously emotional. How nice would it have been if she had a support system like Brance? Unfortunately, she ended up with two trash gremlins as brothers and a bitch as a mother.

Finished with his quick briefing, which Selene only half paid attention to since she noticed it was mainly to keep the other two kids informed, Cynrik stood up while pulling his hood back over his head and calmly surveying the surroundings of Zone A-1. Still, he kept getting distracted by the faint and pleasant perfume drifting into his nostrils from his right, where Selene was standing with her arms crossed.

Penny, for your thoughts Big Brother. Speaking with words laced with sarcasm and ridicule, Brance caught Cynrik peeking at Selene again and stepped in.

Initial assessment. Keeping his words short, Cynrik snapped his eyes away and angrily glared at Brance.

You want my genuine opinion or the one you wanna hear? Brance rolled his eyes and gave another quick glance at Selene before stepping over by Gabby and making sure she didn’t runoff.

Stop being stupid and answer. Not in the mood to banter with his younger brother, Cynrik snapped.

Hiss, seriously, you are as temperamental as a **ing cat sometimes, Cyn. Fuck, fine. She would be you if you were a hot chick. Simple as that. Wearing a pout and thoroughly done with this conversation, Brance crossed his arms and went back to trying to peek at everyone’s Watcets.

His brother’s description caused Cynrik’s face to go expressionless, and he actually looked at Selene. The way she stood was eerily similar to his own stance. She was constantly on high alert, observing everything around, parallel to how he acted—the level of hypersensitivity to any surrounding changes.

‘Mother **er…he’s right…is this a good thing or…whatever? I will think about it later.’ With that thought, Cynrik checked the time remaining and saw it was only 10 seconds causing him to smirk. It was almost time for the show to begin.

Tapping the toe of his shoe on the ground a couple of times, Cynrik cracked his neck loudly, earning a strange look from Selene and Brance, but a second later, a low rumbling hum began vibrating through the ground.

“It’s time. Everyone on your best behavior now; we cant have these recruiters thinking poorly of us.”

FRUMMMMMMMMMMMMM

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