Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 485 - 2051 to 1502 [1]

*thud*

As soon as they passed the last shining archway, the Dead Clock Spire set them free.

Rheanne and Brandon both tumbled onto the ground while the crisp, refreshing outside air swept over them like a divine gift.

Soft grass cradled them beneath a wide-open, ordinary blue sky.

Birds chirped far off, and a light breeze whispered through the leaves of close trees.

Brandon blinked slowly, struggling to regain his bearings.

He gazed upward at the spotless blue sky, eyeing a handful of white clouds drifting idly above.

For the first time in days, it seemed, pure fresh air filled his lungs.

Suddenly, a soothing warmth coursed through his frame.

It began at his chest, flowing outward across his limbs.

Agony from his injuries ebbed away swiftly, and his left arm started to reform.

Flesh, muscle, bone, and skin wove back together flawlessly, without any pain.

Fingers took shape, followed by a palm, then a complete arm.

He wiggled the fresh hand and curled his fist softly.

"...Thank you," he breathed, certain of who sent this restorative power.

Beside him on the grass, Rheanne's cuts sealed under the matching warm golden glow.

Stains of blood clung to her white dress, yet the wounds mended quickly, fading to subtle pink marks.

She shifted her head a bit to meet his gaze, her sky-blue eyes filled with relief and mild weariness.

"You’re welcome," she whispered.

Side by side on the cool grass, they lingered there awhile, embraced by the outer world's calm.

Brandon finally sat up, rolling his regenerated left shoulder to check its feel.

He looked back at the massive tower rising behind.

The Dead Clock Spire thrust upward like a shadowy obelisk against the heavens, its black stone frame etched with radiant runes that stabbed into the clouds.

A deep sigh slipped from his lips. "I am exhausted..."

He collapsed backward once more, landing softly atop Rheanne.

Surprise flashed in her eyes for an instant as his body pressed against hers.

A gentle, playful smile soon curved her mouth.

Rather than shove him off, she draped one arm around his back, keeping him close.

"You’re heavy..."

"Sorry," Brandon muttered into her shoulder, too drained to budge. "Just... need a minute."

Rheanne's fingers wove tenderly through his hair, sweeping away bits of leftover sand.

"Take all the time you need," she murmured. "We made it out. That’s what matters."

For quite some time, they remained entwined on the grass beneath the vast sky.

Brandon's mind wandered to those awaiting his return.

Florence, Ravene, Elize, Eira, Charlotte, Dhayun, Jiyeon, and Yverine.

He would reunite with them soon.

He settled his head back on her shoulder, shutting his eyes briefly.

Warm sunlight bathed his back, and the grass felt plush. The tower's horrors grew distant with each breath.

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Brandon's eyes fluttered open gradually, still clouded by weary slumber.

He noticed he remained nestled against Rheanne’s shoulder, head comfortably pillowed on her.

"It’s already evening?"

Carefully, he eased upright without disturbing her much, then peered down at Rheanne.

She slept soundly still.

Rips in her white dress from the tower battles bared smooth pale skin—like her shoulder's curve and a bigger gash over her belly showing the flat tummy and pale pink traces of fresh scars.

He brushed stray white locks from her cheek tenderly, securing them behind her ear.

Rheanne's eyes snapped open abruptly, fixing on him. "So I wasn’t wrong about you."

"You’re a pervert trying to take advantage while I sleep."

"Ehh?" Brandon yanked his hand away fast, a sheepish, awkward grin crossing his face.

"I was just... brushing your hair. It was over your face."

Rheanne rose slowly, extending her arms overhead in a elegant back stretch.

The movement tugged at her dress's tears, but she paid it no mind.

With a light, teasing chuckle, she said, "Relax. I’m just joking."

She dropped her arms and faced him squarely. "You looked so grave earlier. Couldn’t help myself."

Brandon chuckled in relief. "You have a wicked sense of humor."

Rheanne’s smile warmed further. "After battling solo for ages, some playful banter feels good."

She eyed her ripped dress and the faint pink scars on her belly, then met his eyes again.

"You did well in there, Kael. Especially fighting one-armed most of the way."

Brandon shrugged. "I had a great partner. You handled the toughest parts."

Rheanne let out a soft chuckle. "You sell yourself short. Your physical strength and instincts are impressive. Even without full access to your ether, you adapted quickly."

Dusting sand off her dress, she rose to her feet and extended her hand to him.

Brandon grasped her hand and pulled himself up.

Gazing at him, she said, "I know a lake nearby, we can go there to wash ourselves."

’Lake huh...’

Brandon scanned his surroundings, realizing he stood in the heart of a forest. ’Guess I am really back in 1502.’

After all, in 2051, every known tower on Earth faced heavy protection.

Towering barriers, military outposts, research squads, and stark warning signs encircled them all.

Unauthorized entry was strictly forbidden anywhere close. But here, none of that existed.

Rheanne caught the far-off gaze in his eyes. "Is something wrong?" she asked softly.

Brandon shook his head, flashing her a faint, weary smile.

"No. Come on, let’s go,"

She let go of his hand yet kept near as they set off walking through the forest together.

"The lake isn’t far. Follow me."

They proceeded shoulder to shoulder amid the trees.