Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash-Chapter 19 - Again an Innocent Man Got Misunderstood

The tide hissed behind her, pulling back like a breath held tight.

Mirea's chest trembled, her eyes swimming in salty tears as she dared to lift her gaze from the wet sand.

That's when she saw him.

A man stood between her and the one who had just tried to violate her.

No clothes. Just water dripping from his body in glistening trails, sliding down muscles that looked too perfectly carved to belong to anything normal.

His frame was tall and broad—chest wide, arms thick and veined, his abdomen cut into deep lines of strength.

Every inch of him gleamed with an ocean sheen.

His hair, soaked and raven-black, clung to the sides of his face. And his eyes...

Golden.

Not yellow. Not brown. Golden—like smoldering coals behind amber glass. They locked onto her, sharp but unreadable, confused but not cruel.

He wasn't panting, wasn't tensed up like a predator.

Just... standing there. Watching her. Breathing.

Her broken gaze dropped lower.

Her body tensed.

Between his thighs, his dick's length hung thick and heavy, wet from the sea. Completely soft, but prominent, swaying subtly with the breeze and droplets. A presence.

Not threatening, not aroused—just... there.

But in her state, it didn't matter.

The sight alone made her stomach twist in dread.

Mirea's breath caught in her throat. Her fists clenched in the sand, nails digging deep.

"No more..." she rasped, her voice hoarse and shaking. "I can't... just do it. I won't fight anymore."

She closed her eyes, teeth biting down so hard her jaw hurt.

Already, the pain in her back was making her feel dizzy, causing her to surrender.

She needed to live to save her sister—so she chose her life over chastity.

She was ready for the worst.

But the silence remained.

No footsteps. No rush. No touch.

Then, a man's voice—dry, baffled, and more disappointed than anything.

"...You've got to be kidding me."

She flinched at the tone. Not vicious. Not lustful.

Just... irritated?

When she dared to peek again, he had one hand on his hip and the other rubbing his forehead like someone facing a never-ending headache.

"Saved your life, and this is what I get," Vex muttered under his breath. "What a sucker..."

He knew from the moment he arrived here that the circumstances were always keeping him naked and presenting him in front of women in a state where he clearly appeared to be a pervert.

Before Mirea could process his words, a sudden shriek of steel sliced through the air.

"DIE—!"

Lerin charged from behind, roaring, his enchanted blade crackling with violet lightning, fury etched across his bloodshot face.

SHHHRRRRNNNG!

The sword came down in a perfect arc—straight for Vex's neck.

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A burst of radiant green energy exploded outward, forming a dome around Vex in an instant.

The sword slammed against it with a ringing screech, like metal colliding with a divine barrier. Sparks flew. Lerin's eyes widened in disbelief as the blade halted—frozen—just inches from skin.

Vex didn't even blink.

He scratched the side of his head, golden eyes lazily drifting toward the attacker like he barely felt the urgency.

However, knowing well that to solve this problem of being misunderstood again and again, he needed something important.

"Can I get the clothes first?" he asked, his voice so calm it sounded sarcastic.

Lerin snarled, backing up a step. "I'll fucking kill you!"

He lunged again, blade drawn back—but the green shield shimmered and flared. The sword struck again, harder this time, and cracked... then shattered.

The blade splintered against the dome as if it had struck a god's armor.

The broken pieces fell uselessly into the sand.

Lerin stared at his hilt in shock. "What... what the hell—?"

Before he could speak again—

BAM!

Vex's fist smashed into his face. Lerin reeled back, blood bursting from his nostrils.

He stumbled, barely able to plant his feet before—

THUD!

Another punch—this one to his stomach. The air whooshed out of him, spit flying from his mouth.

CRACK!

A brutal uppercut to the chin. Lerin's head snapped back and his body lifted clean off the ground before slamming into the sand like a ragdoll.

He tried to get up—grunting, snarling—but every movement was slow, clumsy.

His face was already starting to swell, blood dripping down his lips and staining his chest.

Vex stood still, glowing faintly with green light. Not panting. Not trembling. Just watching him being beaten while his own body had been enhanced due to the buff from Asperia, evident from the green light covering his body.

Given this dome's property to block things from the outside, it made it a fortress from where he could strike while not allowing others from outside to attack.

From afar—far across the waves—something pulsed in rhythm with that green light.

Out in the distance, below the surface of the sea, a faint silhouette glowed. A woman—Asperia. Naked. Using her ability to save both of them, considering that the man just now was clearly evil and to defeat him, Vex needed strength, and she was more than willing to help him out.

Her blonde hair was damp, with her body above her neck outside the water, given she was naked and had nothing to wear.

Power flowed from her body in streams of green light, all pouring into Vex's back like threads enforcing his strength. Her magic shielded him. Powered him.

And he was using it to his advantage.

From within the dome, Vex could strike. From outside, nothing could touch him. Even with his mortal body, which possessed not much strength, he was able to inflict powerful punches due to his body being boosted by Asperia's ability.

Lerin didn't stand a chance.

Even as the man rose again with blind fury, fists raised—

BAM!

Another punch. Right into the side of his head.

SMACK!

Then the jaw.

THUMP!

Then the ribs.

Vex didn't flinch. Didn't speak. His face was stone. His eyes, cold gold.

By the time Lerin collapsed again, his face was unrecognizable. Swollen. Bloodied.

The sand beneath him was stained crimson, and he lay there twitching, the fight fully drained from his bones.

Silence fell.

Only the waves spoke now.

Vex let out a breath and muttered to himself, "Could've ended this without being misjudged... but whatever."

Then he moved.

Completely ignoring Mirea, given he didn't kneel to her and did not need to prove anything to her.

Rather, he first made himself comfortable with clothes so at least that woman did not doubt him again. He moved and started to remove the clothes that Lerin wore.

But Mirea's voice again caused his body to flinch, and his mouth to twitch as she said,

"S-so... you are interested in men..."