Chapter 178: Motorcycle Beauty, Black Coffin Revenants, A Man's Dream to Drive Big Machines (3)
Ignoring her reprimands entirely, he cut straight to the point.
The woman's icy demeanor didn't waver. Arms still crossed, she issued her orders coldly:
"You're to accelerate your efforts with Lilith and gain full access to the Guen family's inner circle.
"You have one month. Fail, and you die."
Her tone was sharp and unyielding, brooking no argument.
But Shia wasn't fazed.
He let out a casual "Oh," then turned on his heel, ready to leave.
As Shia once said during Lilith's emotional appeal, the Guen family's act of taking him in was nothing more than a grand conspiracy.
He was a cog in their elaborate scheme, and the woman standing before him was another.
New tasks, like this one, were inevitable.
Leaving Lilith wasn't just impractical—it was impossible.
In fact, he couldn't just stay near her; he had to maintain an intimate relationship with her, all for the sake of the Guen family.
If not for this mission, even as someone incapable of cultivation, his exceptional life-skills could have allowed him to carve out a name for himself in this world.
Yet here he was, obscure and overlooked—so much so that even a maid dared to treat him with contempt.
All because the mission demanded it.
At first, Shia had intentionally approached Lilith to achieve the goals of those behind the scenes.
But over time, as they spent more time together, his feelings changed. He began to care for her, genuinely considering her happiness.
Unfortunately, things hadn't ended well.
Lost in his thoughts, Shia paid little attention to Elivira, the icy beauty before him.
But his dismissive attitude only provoked her.
'I'm talking to you, and all you do is brush me off with an "oh" and walk away?'
Her brows furrowed, irritation bubbling to the surface.
Had his time of idleness made him forget his place?
"Stop."
Her cold voice rang out, laced with authority.
The temperature around them plummeted, and a wave of icy air surged forward, freezing the ground in front of Shia and blocking his path.
He stopped and turned to face her.
Elivira's gloved hand extended, gathering frost and forming it into a long whip that crackled with chilling energy.
The whip snapped through the air with a sharp crack, the frost emanating from it enough to make anyone shiver.
Her voice was unyielding.
"If you don't know how to act properly, I'll teach you."
Her gaze brimmed with contempt as she glared down at Shia.
Elivira wasn't merely relaying orders; she viewed herself as a representative of the true authority. To disrespect her was to disrespect the master she served—a line she would never tolerate being crossed.
To make matters worse, she already held an inherent disdain for men, treating them all with the same dismissive scorn.
The frost whip glinted menacingly as she took a step forward, her oppressive aura growing stronger.
Shia, however, smirked.
His gaze moved from the icy whip to her frosty, arrogant face.
And then he laughed softly.
"Someone from Black Coffin thinks they can lord over me?"
His words were calm, yet his defiant tone struck like a spark in a powder keg.
Elivira's icy gaze bore down on him, the surrounding air chilling further as her disdain deepened.
Their eyes locked in a silent clash, tension crackling between them.
Finally, Shia's voice rang out, firm and unyielding.
"It's you who's overstepping."
Elivira's frosty whip cracked against the ground as she stepped closer, her domineering aura undiminished.
"So what if I am?"
Her words dripped with disdain. She made no attempt to hide her contempt.
'I'll teach you your place today. What can you do about it?'
Her gaze, filled with superiority, bore down on him as she prepared to strike.
Shia, however, wasn't one to swallow his pride.
Revenge wasn't something to put off when you had the means to achieve it.
From his side, Shia pulled out a blank card album, holding one card delicately between his fingers.
The card began to glow as intricate runes formed on its surface, pulsing with energy.
The unseen laws of the world shifted subtly as Shia took a step forward.
"And this," he said evenly, "is how you should speak to your master."
With the progression of his 'Dreamer' class, Shia had gained a deeper understanding of rule construction.
Using his 'Pure White Imagination', he could manipulate these rules with ease, crafting temporary systems to suit his needs.
All it required was a foundation of logic—like this:
By rank, Shia's status was technically above Elivira's.
'I am above you, therefore, I am your master.'
The logic held, and the rules took shape.
As a mere mortal, Elivira was bound by these constructed laws. Her identity gap was enough to establish a subordinate relationship.
Elivira's haughty demeanor faltered as her body froze—not from her frost powers, but from the invisible rules taking hold.
Her eyes widened as her knees buckled, forcing her down into a kneeling position.
The icy whip slipped from her hand, clattering to the ground.
Her head bowed low, almost touching the floor.
She found herself in a submissive pose, utterly against her will.
Her heart raced with disbelief.
'What's happening to me?'
Shia gazed at the once-dominant ice queen kneeling before him.
The submissive pose, with her face nearly to the ground, brought a faint smirk to his lips.
'Now, this is how a subordinate should act toward their master.'
He crossed his arms, looking down at her with mild amusement.
"Now," he said, his tone calm and commanding, "repeat what you were saying, but in this position."
Elivira's mind screamed in protest, her disdain for him boiling over.
'How dare you! Who do you think you are to command me?'
Yet, the words that left her lips were not her own.
"Requesting Master to accelerate his progress with Lilith and fully integrate into the Guen family's inner circle."
Her voice remained cold and distant, but there was a new note of docility, as if she were a loyal servant speaking to her lord.
Elivira was horrified.
'This can't be me. These aren't my words!'
Yet here she was, utterly subservient to the man she had looked down upon moments ago.
It must have been Shia's doing.
In her heart, Elivira had cursed Shia a thousand times over.
Yet, her body felt trapped in quicksand, frozen in a submissive dogeza-like position, completely immobile.
She seethed inwardly, clenching her teeth with rage, wishing she could pounce on Shia and sink her teeth into him.
But the more furious she felt, the more obedient her body became.
The overwhelming humiliation and shame consumed her, leaving her trembling slightly.
"Sigh…"
A soft sigh echoed above her head.
Elivira, bowing her head in forced submission, could only hear the boy's voice coming closer.
"Why do you have to make things so difficult? Can't we just communicate amicably?"