Amon, The Legendary Overlord

"Who's there?"

As soon as Maisa spoke, a group of 4 people came out from behind the trees.

Amon's eyes grew colder.

The only girl in the group took a step back unconsciously. She sees Amon's face and, even with his cold eyes, she can't help thinking about how handsome he is. His eyes were full of indifference and coldness, but they didn't cause hatred in her. On the contrary, they were filled with a breath-taking malevolent charm as if people got addicted to him when they looked into his eyes.

'Was there anyone like that? Why do I feel my life is in danger if I move abruptly?' Thought Eliton, the leader of the group,  as he looked at Amon and felt frightened.

"We're just passing through, sorry." Said the one with the most effeminate appearance that, if not for his Adam's apple, would have been mistaken for a pretty girl with blond hair, but it was actually a pretty boy with very smooth skin that many girls envy.

Barbara and the girls look at Amon; depending on what he decides to do, they are ok with following his lead.

"Is that so?" Amon remained cool, indifferent as he spoke to them.

"Y-Yes." They quickly agreed.

"You can leave then." Amon felt no hostility from them. At least his senses weren't triggering.

After hearing this, they were relieved, but they dared not be too slow for fear that Amon would change his mind.

The girl seemed reluctant to go, but when she felt the cold gaze of Barbara, Julia, and Maisa, she left with regret.

"Let's continue." Amon acted as if nothing had happened.

"I wonder if they initially wanted to attack us and steal our points?" Ariel had a weird smile when she said that.

"Who knows?" Barbara put both hands behind her head and said casually, "They weren't very strong, and they're not worth fighting for meager points."

"True." Even Julia and Maisa were infected by Amon and wanted to fight those who were strong.

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In a big, luxurious room.

A man smoked a cigar while clouds of smoke hovered just above his head. Then, his eyes dropped to the photos and information that lay on the ivory table, and he let out another smoke ring.

"These shits don't know how to do anything right. What I most dreaded would happen is about to happen, and it seems to be even worse than I thought." As he muttered, the veins in his neck threatened to burst. His eyes were red with anger.

Sensing his anger, the woman under the table shuddered and stopped what she was doing.

Having nowhere to direct his anger, the man felt frustrated, and when the woman stopped what she was doing, he turned red with rage. Holding her hair, he turned to hold her firmly, then with a strong pull, he brought her from under the table and threw her towards the wall.

*Bang!*

He screamed like a mad dog, "You bitch! You can't even do it right. What right do you have to breathe the same air as me? Damn, somebody drag her away and feed the sharks!"

"No, no, Master, please forgive me, please!" She scrambled up and grabbed his leg, her face full of tears and mucus. Her face was pitiful, but the way she begged was disgusting to the man.

"Bitch, get your hand off me!" He kicked her mouth.

Blood flowed like a waterfall. The woman was not strong like the man, especially this man who was stronger than common people.

"At least don't hurt my son; leave him out of this. You can do what you want with me?!" She cried pitifully.

Her life has become hell since she was forced to do things she didn't want. If it wasn't because they had her 3-year-old son they used against her, she wouldn't have submitted to such humiliation since she knew they killed her husband. She would rather die, but she had to live for her son, even if her life had to turn to hell on earth.

"Ha, your son? Well, he's already dead. Hahahaha!" The man burst out laughing.

"Dead? He is dead? My baby... was he killed?" The woman's eyes went lifeless like the eyes of a dead fish.

She suddenly screamed like a banshee and passed out.

The woman's scream scared the man, and when he saw that she had fainted, he was angrier for having been scared and kicked the woman several times until she died.

"Damn, I have to do everything myself, now get rid of this filthy bitch's body!" The man wrinkled his nose in disgust, "And call another more competent woman."

"Yes, President!"

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After they walked away from where they were, Amon met a group of canines.

Their color was yellow, while their genetics were at max level 40.

"There are a lot," Maisa muttered.

Amon looks at her, "Mm if you want, I can handle them myself."

"Don't underestimate me; I'm just commenting." Maisa pouted.

Amon gave a rare smile as he ran his hand over her head.

"…" Maisa.

Ariel and Julia, "..."

"What?" Maisa placed both her hands over his.

"I like you to be hardworking, but don't try too hard, ok?" Amon withdrew his hand.

This was something he learned from his grandparents. When he pushed himself to the limit, his grandparents said something similar, and he could understand why grandparents told him that now. He cared about her, and he didn't want to see her try too hard and end up getting hurt or even worse.

Julia and Barbara look at Maisa with envy.

'If I knew this was going to happen, I would have said that... Wow, Amon's smile is so beautiful. I wanted him to smile at me...' Barbara regretted it.

Ariel was the only one who didn't mind that sort of thing, although she found it interesting to see them do it.

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Please read the author's notes down here! s2 ↓↓↓

- Drop some power stone, please s2

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