Chapter 330: Strike, End the Command

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Strike, End the Command

Dexter Luther endured the searing pain.

He lifted his head and shot Jordan Quade a mocking smile.

"Pledge allegiance to you? Hah... Are you fucking dreaming? What century do you think this is, trying to be a slave master?! What, you got a throne to inherit or something?!"

Jordan Quade didn’t get angry. Instead, he laughed, but his smile only grew colder.

"Heh heh, I’ve seen plenty of tough nuts like you. But in the end, they all face reality and obediently put on the collar. Do you really think you’ll be the exception?"

He seemed to relish the process of "taming" them.

He pointed to the statue-like Arthur Vance beside him.

He said boastfully, "See this? This man was once as stubborn as you are. But now? If I told him to lick my boots, he wouldn’t hesitate for a second. This is Power. This is... King’s Power!"

He expected to see fear or hesitation on Dexter Luther’s face.

However, Dexter Luther’s train of thought was clearly not like that of a normal person.

Dexter Luther froze for a moment.

His gaze swept back and forth between Jordan Quade’s gleaming leather boots and Arthur Vance’s wooden expression.

Suddenly, an expression of dawning realization mixed with disgust appeared on his face.

"Lick... boots? Don’t tell me... you have some kind of special fetish?!"

At Dexter Luther’s words, the smile on Jordan Quade’s face instantly turned to stone.

The oppressive atmosphere he had so carefully crafted was shattered by this completely off-topic and unexpected interpretation.

His pale face flushed red, and he was so angry he looked ready to jump.

"You! You’re at death’s door, and this is what’s on your mind?!"

Hidden in the shadows, Seraphina Sullivan barely resisted the urge to facepalm.

’Dexter Luther’s Talent for courting death really never fails to shine, even at a critical moment.’

Jordan Quade took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressed his Fury, and plastered the smile back on his face, his voice growing even more sinister.

"It seems you’d rather do this the hard way."

"It’s fine if you don’t listen. Once I’ve completely tamed you, what you’ll be licking... won’t just be my boots~"

Upon hearing this, the other captured Players in the ice cave showed varying degrees of terror on their faces.

’Oh my god, this guy is seriously twisted.’

Dexter Luther finally realized that his opponent wasn’t just a pervert, but a pervert with no limits!

He screamed internally, ’HOLY SHIT! Sullivan! Chandler! If you guys don’t get here soon, my virtue will be in danger! There’s a pervert! Help me!!’

But Jordan Quade seemed to feel that verbal threats weren’t enough. He slowly raised his hand, and a strange mental wave—one carrying a sense of both majesty and distortion—began to gather in his palm.

Seraphina Sullivan could faintly make out the silhouette of a translucent scepter, its tip inlaid with an illusory jewel, taking shape.

Jordan Quade’s gaze locked onto Dexter Luther.

He clearly intended to demonstrate the "majesty" of [King’s Power] on the spot and completely shatter Dexter Luther’s psychological defenses!

’Now is the time.’

A cold glint flashed in Seraphina Sullivan’s eyes. ’I can’t wait any longer!’

Seeing Jordan Quade’s malicious smile and words, she feared he was about to use that bizarre [King’s Power] Ability to forcibly Control Dexter Luther and the others.

Seraphina now finally understood why the Vance siblings, and those "upper-class people" Players outside, all had a faint, unnatural, star-shaped mark in their eyes, as if they had been branded.

That was clearly the trace left behind after being controlled by the [King’s Power] Ability for a long time.

This Ability was indeed nigh-unblockable and impossible to defend against.

’But if I just take out the user himself, the people he Controls should regain their freedom, right?’

Seraphina concluded.

Jordan Quade seemed lost in his own fantasy.

He spread his arms, and as if speaking to both the "prisoners" in the ice cave and to himself, he delivered his "emperor’s declaration."

"Once I Control you Players, I will slowly infiltrate and take Control of the entire safe zone... and even more! So what if my family has no throne to inherit? I can build an empire with my own hands and make every single one of you my subjects, groveling at my feet!"

From the shadows, Seraphina let out a silent, derisive chuckle.

’This guy has clearly daydreamed so much his brain has gone soft.’

Then, she signaled to Sean Chandler with her eyes—*Move!*

Target: Jordan Quade!

Sean Chandler understood instantly, like a cheetah poised to strike.

Still invisible and silent, he lowered his stance slightly, his muscles tensing.

The next second, without the slightest warning!

"BAM—!!!"

An incredibly deep thud of flesh on flesh suddenly exploded through the ice cave!

Jordan Quade, still lost in his "emperor dream," felt an irresistible force slam into the side of his face like a battering ram!

He didn’t even see where the attack came from as his entire face instantly deformed.

Searing pain and dizziness overwhelmed his consciousness. His body flew helplessly off the ground, soaring sideways like a discarded sack!

"BOOM!"

His body slammed hard against the solid ice Wall behind him with a tremendous crash, then slid limply to the ground. His head lolled to the side, and he was completely knocked out.

An expression of shock and disbelief was still frozen on his face as he lost consciousness.

The ice cave was plunged into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events!

Dexter Luther, Morgan Brooks, and the others stared wide-eyed at Jordan Quade, who had been so arrogant and domineering just moments before.

Now he had been sent flying for no apparent reason.

He’d hit the Wall, then gone completely stiff, and they had no idea what had just happened.

The siblings, Arthur Vance and Lilian Vance, instinctively moved to protect their master.

But the moment Jordan Quade fell unconscious, the faint star-shaped marks in their pupils vanished without a trace, as if a stain had been wiped clean!

Arthur Vance’s grim, numb expression first turned to one of confusion.

This was quickly replaced by immense shock and pain. He staggered, looking down at his calloused hands.

Then he looked at the unconscious Jordan Quade on the ground and the imprisoned Players around him, his voice dry and trembling. "I... What happened to me? I... What have I done?!"

Memories flooded back like a tide, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Brother!" Lilian Vance cried out. She crouched down, clutching her head, her previously bored and even slightly curious expression now drowned in endless regret and terror.

"What... what have we done! Those people... the ones we captured..." Lilian Vance remembered all the times she and her brother had aided the tyrant.

An immense sense of guilt nearly overwhelmed her.

Dexter Luther and the others watched this dramatic scene, completely bewildered.

’How did Jordan Quade suddenly go flying?’

’And why did this seemingly powerful Vance pair suddenly seem like completely different people?’

Just then, in a spot before them that had been empty, the air rippled like water, and the tall figure of Sean Chandler slowly materialized.

The moment Sean Chandler appeared, Dexter Luther understood everything. He was so excited he almost jumped to his feet. "Chandler! It’s you! I knew you guys would come save us!!"