Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 124 - : THE WILDERNESS ANOMALY

"Hi, I'm Scarlett's boy—" Boom! Azrael was sent flying, Greg's ruthless kick cutting him off mid-sentence, his body skidding across the black dirt like a ragdoll. Dust kicked up, swirling in the dim wilderness light.

"Azrael!" Scarlett called out, her voice sharp with alarm. Her brother's sudden move had caught her off guard, her heart lurching. "Brother! What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, anger flaring as she glared at Greg, his tall frame looming against the twisted trees.

"I should be asking you that question, Anne," Greg snapped back, his voice chilly, cutting through the tension like a blade. "What exactly is the meaning of this? You never mentioned anything about him in our conversation." His words jolted Scarlett from her fury, realization sinking in—she'd screwed up by not mentioning Azrael.

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"Brother, he's my boyfriend. He's a good guy! I promise," Scarlett said, trying to smooth things over, her tone softening as she met his icy stare. "A good guy, huh? How long have you known each other?" Greg pressed, his question pinning her. Annabelle clamped her mouth shut, caught off guard.

"Brother, the time doesn't need to be long enough. All that matters is that—" She faltered, searching his face for a hint of understanding. One second he was there, listening; the next, he'd vanished. Then she saw him—pounding Azrael into the ground again, fists slamming into the half-demon's newly recovered form.

"My damn petty brother," Annabelle muttered under her breath, her boots kicking up dirt as she ran to save Azrael from the beating. "Brother, can you stop already? It's not like he forced me," she pleaded, grabbing at Greg's arm.

He paused, his fist hovering mid-air, weighing his next move. Then—boom!—he slammed Azrael again, the impact echoing faintly. "Break her heart, and you're toast—a burnt toast," Greg warned, his voice low and menacing, eyes locked on Azrael's crumpled figure.

"Thanks, bro, I love—" Scarlett started, but Greg cut her off. "Wait. Before you start brainwashing him, how old is he again?" Suspicion laced his tone, his gaze narrowing as he refused to let her sweet-talk her way out.

"I'm 156 years, quite the young demon compared to others that normally live for—" BOOM! Azrael didn't finish. Greg's next hit sent him flying, no holding back this time, pain exploding across his ribs like a thunderclap.

"Greg!" Scarlett shouted, panic threading her voice as she watched Azrael crash into the ground, dust billowing around him. "Miss, you have a lot of explaining to do. 156 years? You're barely 19 now, miss," Greg said, his demanding gaze boring into her, the overprotective brother switch flipped hard in his head.

"Come on, bro, he doesn't look old. He's a demon—of course he'll be that old," she countered, gesturing at Azrael's youthful face, now smeared with dirt and a grimace. "And that's all you can use to defend yourself?" Greg shot back, his questioning stare unwavering.

"Hah, my overprotective brother. Don't make me hate you, meanie," Scarlett said, pulling the 'hate you' card, her tone teasing but edged with frustration. She crossed her arms, daring him to push her further.

"Fine," Greg relented, though his voice stayed firm. "But if he breaks your heart, he really is toast." Scarlett nodded quickly, a small victory. "Let's go to my small kingdom," Greg said, taking her hand, his grip warm but unyielding as he led her forward.

"What about Azrael?" she asked, glancing back at the heap on the ground. "Don't worry, I'll leave someone behind to bring him over," Greg replied. "Gob, wait for him to recover and lead him to our kingdom," he ordered, his voice carrying authority.

"Yes, great god," Gob said, bowing his head low, earning a curt nod from Greg. Greg led his sister and the rest of the armies toward his little kingdom—if you could call it that—footsteps crunching over the uneven terrain.

"Scarlett?" Azrael croaked later, frowning as he pushed himself up, unable to spot her or her evil brother in the misty haze. "My god and his sister have departed already. Come with me, and I'll take you to our kingdom where they wait," Gob said, his wiry frame stepping closer to the still-disoriented Azrael.

Azrael walked alongside Gob in silence, his bruised body protesting each step. "So, tell me, how does it feel to have your ass kicked by your girlfriend's brother?" Gob asked, a smirk tugging at his lips, breaking the quiet between them.

Azrael shot Gob a death stare, his pale eyes narrowing, but said nothing. He couldn't beat Gob—that was damn clear already. All he could do was swallow his pride, bitter as it tasted, and keep moving.

Since meeting Scarlett for the first time, a great deal had happened to him. First, he'd discovered she was impervious to all attacks—a walking tank. Then came Gendry's betrayal, a knife in the back that still stung. Visiting the wilderness for the first time, getting thrashed by a goblin—a demon at the bottom of the food chain—and now that same goblin mocking him openly? He felt the world was screwing him over, but he'd live with it. As long as he had Scarlett, every step felt like years—and worth it.

"Huh?" Azrael stopped, flabbergasted. The sight ahead was jaw-dropping. "Are you sure we're still in this universe? 'Cause I find that hard to believe," he asked Gob, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"It's all thanks to our great god," Gob replied, smug and proud, chest puffing slightly. The kingdom—well, a small town for now—didn't boast any speechless design or jawbreaking architecture. Just simple houses of iron, wood, stone, and glass, humble like a countryside shack.

But the organized houses, constructed roads, and mix of different races living together? That was the shock to Azrael, a sight that defied the wilderness's chaos. Everyone in the demon world had heard stories of the wilderness—so many they got sick of them. A place where only the strongest survive, the weak have no rights. Settlements were rare, and the ones that existed lived in constant fear, buildings poor and rundown. The strong never mingled with the weak—so many negative tales that Azrael was starting to second-guess the scene before him.

"What do you mean it's all thanks to your god?" Azrael asked, intrigued by what Scarlett's brother could pull off. From what she'd told him, Greg hadn't been in the demon world long—a week and a half at best. This sight felt damn near impossible.

"I was weak. My fellow kin, the goblins, were also weak. The evil god—a giant worm—plagued us and ate my people," Gob recounted, pride swelling in his voice. "It was the great god who saved us and killed that evil god. He conquered the orcs, the kobolds, and the dire wolves, brought us all together. He gave us power to protect ourselves and helped build this new kingdom. Without the great god, we'd still live under constant fear."