Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 95 #itsgettingwilder

[My name is Rhys Wilder…

…You will be seeing a lot of me from now on.]

"What in our ancestor's swelling balls is this!?"

"Oh my, oh my. That's one fine specimen of a man."

"That's Rhys Wilder! Sergeant Rhys Wilder of the Underworld Corps!"

"I could see that, I don't have cataracts like you, old man."

Back in the Underworld Corps, the voice of General Banner violently bounced from the walls of Ayesha's office. But while General Banner's saliva was being blown everywhere, Ayesha was just calmly seated on her chair, embracing her teddy bear while watching Rhys's video with a smile of approval crawling on her face.

"Sergeant Rhys Wilder of the Underworld Corps!" General Banner repeated his words as he slammed his palm on Ayesha's desk, completely cracking it in half, "Underworld Corps. Ours, our property…

…why is he on the Surface!?"

"Uh, because he wants to?" Ayesha scoffed, "And he is not your property. I could argue that he's mine, but we kinda sort of own each other. You get it, pops?"

"You were strictly ordered to watch him!"

"...What do you think I'm doing now?" Ayesha sucked in a deep breath as she started waving the phone in her hand, "And with all due respect, General. You are in my office, you don't order me around in my of…"

"You are relieved of your duty, Ayesha."

"...fice. What!?" Ayesha quickly stood up from her chair, violently pushing it back and shattering it completely as it hit the wall, "Have your balls really sagged to the point we can use it as an anchor!?"

"Oh, but I can!" General Banner also stood up straight while fixing his coat, "I am the General of the Surface Army. The Underworld Corps is a subsidiary unit of the Surface Army. Are you getting what I am saying? I. Own. You."

"Well hot diggity dog, old man," Ayesha did not back down; a smirk crawling on her face while she casually stepped toward her adoptive father, pushing the broken desk to the side as she stood right in front of him,

"All this talk about balls is making you think you actually had one in the first place. But on what grounds do you think you can justify kicking me out of my position? The Underworld Corps, frankly, has never had more success—"

"How about 7 billion dollars, Ayesha?"

"Okay, let's not get hasty here," the smirk on Ayesha's face quickly faded away as she raised her palm.

"You go to the Surface, and get Sergeant Wilder back," General Banner scoffed as he turned back and started walking away, "I do not care what you do, just get him back."

"I don't belong up there, Dad!" Ayesha screamed, "And I spent that 7 billion on Rhys Wilder, the person you are so interested in! Surely, that counts for something!"

"That is the entire budget of the Underworld Corps," General Banner glanced back, "And I have not even taken into account what happened in the operating room. That doctor died, Ayesha."

"That's…"

"Rhys Wilder. Retrieve him…

…or say goodbye to your position permanently."

"I hope your ancestor's balls rot and their tits sag!"

"They are your ancestors too!" And with those words, General Banner stepped out of the room.

"I am adopted, you dementia-infested feces!"

It wasn't actually only Ayesha and General Banner losing their minds regarding Rhys, other people were too.

50,000 people and more by the second, and it has not even been half a day. For a newly built channel that did not even have a single subscriber, this was almost unprecedented.

Suffice it to say, people truly were losing their minds. How could they not, when everything they have ever known was completely being questioned?

[Fake ass.]

[this dregga thinks his something.]

[He's*]

[seen the video he is talking about. lol]

[Isn't this the dregger from the Sylas West incident?]

[-the one that got cucked? lol]

[Lowborns are really acting up lately.]

[You guys fr? Hope your mothers also get killed]

[Stop falling for this propaganda shit.]

[Everyone shaking because a Lowborn is stronger than them. lolol. Fking keyboard warriors]

[movie title?]

[This is AI. Bruh]

[Die. Dregger!]

[I hope all you Nobles and bigots die. What's your address? I'm going to kill you myself.]

[Like dis comment if you're with Rhys Wilder! #itsgettingwilder]

[Here we go. Told you, propaganda shit]

[Hope all the dreggers die! Let's kill this bitch!]

"What the… who is this!?"

"...You're still reading the comments?"

Back in Rhys's apartment, the sound of Lina's fingers violently tapping her phone drummed endlessly in the air; her tongue slightly stuck out as she replied to all the comments,

"These people think they're tough! Wait, let me just… hope… your mother… dies too. Bitch!"

"...Seriously? And what are you even doing here?" Katarina, who was cleaning Rhys's apartment, removed her gloves and face mask as she approached Lina.

"I have some free time," Lina shrugged as she just clumsily laid on Rhys's bed… with only her panties on.

"And can you wear some clothes!? Were you not taught some decency!?" Katarina almost turned the entire bed as she threw the blanket on Lina, "And also, I am asking why you're here. In Rhys's apartment."

"I can ask you the same thing," Lina shrugged.

"What do you think I'm doing!? I'm cleaning!"

"And you're wondering why Rhys isn't even looking at you romantically," Lina dropped her phone as she sat up and looked Katarina in the eyes, "You keep acting like his mother."

"I'm legally his guardian!" Katarina raised her voice and crossed her arms, "And who… who said I want him to look at me that way!?"

"Bitch, please," Lina smirked as she crawled to the edge of the bed and sat up, "I've known you for half a year. Those eyes of yours are not fooling anyone…

…you love him."

"No," Katarina rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Hm. So, you're telling me you are doing all of this… because you're his guardian?"

"Yes."

"Then leave," the tone of Lina's voice changed as she looked Katarina in the eyes.

"...Excuse me?"

"You heard me... Leave."