Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 476: The Dead Clock Spire [3]

Brandon faced Rheanne as she stood there, her long white hair drifting softly with the wind.

She cocked her head a touch, murmuring his name once more, "Brandon Kael."

"Kael, huh. Never come across that strange surname before. You must be a commoner, then."

Her voice carried no scorn, only pure curiosity.

Brandon stayed quiet, allowing her words while his thoughts whirled to grasp the moment.

Rheanne edged a step nearer, "You understand the strength bestowed on you, don't you? You're a 'Chosen One' just like I am."

Brandon's heart pounded fiercely.

His face remained composed, yet his mind churned wildly within.

'Based on her speech and demeanor, I believe this is the period when she's the initial and sole awakener.'

'Yet she spoke of someone else... the next awakener and her ally during our church encounter...' - [1]

'Thus... she hasn't crossed paths with that individual yet. For now, I must go along with her.'

Slowly, he nodded, his tone even.

"Yeah..."

Rheanne observed him intently for a stretch, probing for any hint of falsehood.

Then she retreated a bit, granting him some room. "I'm Rheanne Himelle. Though you probably knew that already."

A soft, real laugh escaped Brandon, concealing the storm raging in his chest.

"Yeah... I mean, you're the sensation across the entire nation. Never thought I'd run into you inside this tower."

A slight furrow creased Rheanne's brow as she inquired, "When did your powers awaken?"

For a fleeting instant, Brandon's mind blanked in panic, hunting for a convincing reply.

He concealed it swiftly, maintaining a serene facade. "I... think it was roughly two years back," he answered offhandedly.

"But I hid it from everyone else."

Rheanne's brow knit tighter briefly. "Two years ago, eh," she whispered. "Wise move keeping it under wraps."

Her gaze drifted aside momentarily, fixed on the vast dunes as though haunted by a bitter memory.

"And fortunate you encountered me first."

A gentle sigh slipped from her. "Emperors from countless kingdoms already seek to wield me in battles against rivals. They view me merely as a tool of destruction."

"Should they learn of you, they'd treat you no differently."

Her words softened further, "Yet following that latest monster surge... numerous kingdoms have banded together. They've grasped that monsters pose the true threat... a positive shift."

She faced him anew, her sky-blue eyes firm yet burdened by the loneliness of solitary struggle.

"I've battled them alone. Those beasts emerging from the rifts. It's... draining."

Brandon absorbed her words without a sound.

He perceived the heavy load of being the lone bearer of this "otherworldly" force.

The relentless demands from rulers eager to exploit her might for selfish ends.

Rheanne regarded him once more. "What are your intentions for your power, Brandon Kael?"

Inwardly, Brandon exhaled, 'I suppose I must offer the response she craves.'

Meeting her eyes, he stated, "I harbor no grand dreams of conquest. I simply wish to aid others and combat monsters."

"That's the reason I ventured into this tower, though it proves far tougher than anticipated."

A subtle warmth entered Rheanne's gaze, her lips curving into a light smile. "I understand... You're a genuine warrior, Brandon Kael."

Brandon: -_- 

'Genuine warrior, eh...'

He suppressed the blank look, though inside, the grand label left him somewhat uneasy.

Even so, he refrained from disputing it. In this era, she evidently yearned for such reassurance.

Rheanne shifted her gaze to the boundless sandy waves rolling out in all directions.

Her flowing white hair billowed lightly in the scorching gusts. "Among the towers I've braved, this ranks as one of the harshest."

"The desert stretches without end, and no exit reveals itself yet."

She peered back at him, noting the lingering scrapes and welts on his frame despite some recovery.

"From your condition, it's clear you've endured torment here too."

Brandon nodded faintly. "Yeah... that storm ambushed me. Far from pleasant."

Drawing a quiet breath, Rheanne whispered, "I cannot linger in this tower much longer."

"Soldiers outside clash with monsters lacking our abilities, so we must depart swiftly."

Her eyes flicked to him. "You possess flight, correct?"

Brandon shook his head. "No, I don't..."

Technically he could, via his ether discs, yet he couldn't afford to squander ether now.

Rheanne arched a brow in astonishment. "Understood. I can soar. Our powers are uniquely distinct, it appears."

Brandon offered a wry smile. 'Ehh... that's merely because you've hit SS rank already. Though she remains unaware.'

’Heck, the power system with ’ranks,’ ’ether,’ and ’awakeners’ probably hasn’t been created yet either.’

Her face showed deep thought as she said, "I can take you with me."

Suddenly, a soft force enveloped Brandon’s entire body.

His feet lifted off the sand, and he rose smoothly into the air, hovering right next to her.

With elegant swiftness, Rheanne shot upward, streaking across the sky like a brilliant white comet.

Brandon’s form trailed right behind, drawn effortlessly by her strength.

Gliding alongside her, Brandon peered down at the vast ocean of sand stretching endlessly.

’Crossing this on foot would take ages,’ he pondered darkly. ’Even using healing, I’d exhaust my water and stamina long before discovering any escape.’

He scanned the twisted sky. ’Unclear if time only shifted inside the tower.’

’If I’ve actually been sent back to 1502, exiting this tower... will I land in 1502 alongside her? Trapped in bygone eras?’

’Or if just the tower warped to 1502, then upon leaving... this version of Rheanne from the past would arrive in my modern world?’

’What’s it going to turn out to be...’

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