The Path of Humiliation

Seeing her approach, Ling Feng hurriedly backed away until his back was pressed firmly against the headboard, with no way left to retreat.

Her silver hair cascaded down, nearly brushing against his face.

An alluring fragrance faintly drifted toward him.

Dai Qiao reached out to grab Ling Feng’s chin, forcing him to look directly into her eyes. She flashed a provocative smile: "Have you forgotten how you knelt and begged me last night, clinging to my legs and refusing to let go, even handcuffing yourself?"

[Humiliation Points +100!]

"It's the first time I've seen a Sentinel so thick-skinned."

[Humiliation Points +100!]

"Well? After hearing what I've said, what is your assessment of yourself?"

[Humiliation Points +100!]

Each of Dai Qiao’s words pressed down on him, making Ling Feng’s breathing ragged. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he closed his eyes and turned his face away.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down before he finally squeezed out a obedient sentence: "I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry..."

"It was I who offended your eyes."

But what could he do?

Sentinels were powerful, but they were also prone to contamination, possessing an innate, frantic craving for the pure spiritual power of a Guide.

Last night, his mania index had reached 99%. It was already a stroke of luck that he hadn't turned into a beast and lost his mind.

How could he even speak of maintaining logic or dignity?

If she despised and loathed him so much, why save him?

Ling Feng squeezed his eyes shut, a glint of moisture appearing at the corners. He gripped the silk blanket so hard he was about to tear it. "I am very sorry for bothering you. I will pay ten times the contribution points required by the Order Bureau."

In the world of Sentinels and Guides, Guides were extremely rare and specifically protected by the Order Bureau.

The Order Bureau was established to protect the interests of the vulnerable group of Guides in the context of the apocalypse.

Normal Sentinels who wanted treatment from a Guide had only two paths: either a one-night stand or submitting an application to the Order Bureau and waiting for an assignment.

Though Ling Feng was not equal to a top-tier S-rank Sentinel, he was an A-rank Sentinel who had survived hundreds of thousands of battles. He had his own pride and stubbornness. "If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up to go. Unexpectedly, a "clack" sounded, and he was pulled back onto the bed by the handcuffs!

His sturdy wrist was squeezed until it turned red and swollen, and the wound faintly oozed blood.

Dai Qiao looked at him coldly, saying nothing.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and silently used his muscular strength to snap the handcuffs!

A crisp "crack" echoed, and the wound on his wrist bled even more.

But he didn't even blink, his face as cold as stone. Just as he was about to leave, Dai Qiao pressed a small book against his chest, pushing him back onto the bed.

Dai Qiao commanded, "Sign this, and I will let you go."

This was no ordinary book.

This was a specialized Sentinel Contract Registration Book issued by the Order Bureau.

Ling Feng opened it to look.

The Guide section already had Dai Qiao’s name written in it: C-rank spiritual power, S-rank physique.

The Sentinel section was left blank.

Ling Feng’s eyes felt as if they were burning. His fingers trembled as he threw the book away, his chest heaving with anger. "What do you mean by this?"

Dai Qiao looked at him with a gaze that seemed to see through everything, her tone arrogant: "What are you angry about? Isn't this what you wanted? Purposely going berserk in front of me, purposely drawing my attention... Now that I've given you what you want, don't pretend to be so noble."

Dai Qiao stood with her hands on her hips, pointing at the red book thrown on the floor. "Pick it up. I won't hold a grudge, and I'll still allow you to be my contracted Sentinel."

[Humiliation Points +500!]

Ling Feng was so angry his entire body turned red. His good upbringing prevented him from shouting profanities, so he could only point a trembling finger at her. "Shameless! I will never be your contracted Sentinel!"

Ling Feng stormed out of the room in a rage, his steps unsteady as he leaned against the wall for support.

Dai Qiao remained as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened.

Only, the gaze that had been full of provocation just a moment ago was now incredibly tranquil.

So easy to trick.

Didn't the Humiliation Points just come rolling in?

Dai Qiao closed the door, opened the window to let in the breeze, and rested her feet on a chair.

She opened her light-brain and accessed the official website of the Mission Center, beginning to filter through hunting missions specifically for Sentinels and Guides.

To survive in this world, one needed contribution points.

Contribution points were earned by executing missions. Dai Qiao disdained competing for ordinary missions with others; she carefully selected missions reserved for Guides.