‘W…’‘Who… is he?’’’You can’t be serious...’‘He just kicked a Yaksha in the face!’”Black… Armor... Wait a second!””I don't know if he is gutsy or crazy?””I don’t care who he is… This man is my god!”His neck made a crunchy noise that reverberated in the air. His helmet slipped off of his head and broke into tiny pieces. David’s eyes widened from shock while people who looked at them clenched their fists in pride, realizing that someone just kicked the Yaksha in the face.

“What the fuck is this?”“This is messed up!”“Bloody Yakshas… They have finally crossed the line.”“Military needs to do better than this.”“I always knew we could never trust the intelligence.”“Exactly… You can’t convince me that a random ship entered the planet orbit’s with no one knowing… this was obviously a highly planned attack.”“And who the hell is this sack of shit… running around and playing hero...”“I can’t believe they let some random guy monkeying around in such a critical situation.&rd

The slugfest between War Queen and Creed went on for over an hour and a half. Creed's breath was fuzzy while his body looked like a pickle drenched in a stream of oil. War Queen was sweating bullets too. They both were exhausted and struggled to maintain consciousness. However, none of them ready to give up. Something far more complex than self-pride was driving them both. If it wasn’t for the Masked settings, the persistent lustful grin on Creed’s face would have undoubtedly creeped her out.Creed's mind was submerged under a constant rush of adrenaline. His mind was so deep under the ecstasy that he forgot almost everything. The more he fought her, the more his appetite bulged. This was one of those times when Creed felt true pleasure. Eac

Creed never planned to stay still after what had happened in the Bittersweet Confectionery. He was denied a chance. That day was a grim reminder of the fact that the world he lives in is biased. He lives in a society where status and prestige have overshadowed emancipation and equality, whereas minor conveniences were denied based on imperfect labels.It was not the humiliation that made such a tremendous impact on him; it was his own ignorance. In fact, the humiliation they faced that day was the least of his concerns. He realized that his strength amounted to absolutely nothing against someone who has a status above that his own. If Creed was still a loser like he was a year ago, he would not have dared to ponder over these imperfections embedded within society. If he was still weak, he would have had no choice but to blindly follow things as they were.

Since Creed did not belong to aristocracy, he had no choice but to start from bottom. If he had already been an aristocratic member, then with his Solar Plexus Chakra they would have assigned him the Imperial Aristocratic status. Sadly, that was not the case. Though the aristocracy might seem easy, it was much elaborate than Creed ever imagined. The head of the family defines the status of the family and cannot be changed in the future until he is alive. Other members of the family will get their status based on Creed status until they attain their own.If a family head is an imperial aristocrat, then other members of the family will also attain the same status or lower by default.   Creed has stepped on the very first step of the ladder. Though there was a massive downfall. His aristocratic st