Chapter 89 You Can Try with the Black Dragon
"When one loses freedom, life loses its meaning. Google search to read."
In the prison, Roen spoke as if lamenting.
"Are you mocking me?"
Audreyf, a prisoner who had lost her freedom, stared at him with a grim expression.
Some things are only valued after they are lost. For the first time, losing her freedom and becoming a prisoner without dignity, even for a short while, she truly felt how rare and precious freedom was.
"If I return your freedom..."
He suddenly posed a hypothetical: "What will you give me in return?"
In the eyes of the people of Heaven, the concept that all things have value is actually a principle of ultimate fairness; all contributions and gifts should be rewarded.
"You're going to let me go?"
Audreyf frowned, looking at Roen with a surprised and suspicious gaze, not knowing what he was planning.
"I caused great destruction in the kingdom you control, I wanted to defeat you, and possibly even kill you. And you're going to let me go?"
This new prison, built specifically to confine her with an unknown powerful metal, Roen went to such great lengths, was it just to release her? They were enemies.
"Why not?"
Roen chuckled.
With his strength, even if he stood there and let Audreyf attack, she couldn't kill him.
Moreover, judging from Audreyf's expression, her desire to kill him wasn't firm; it seemed like a confused, random decision to find a target for herself.
"I... What do you want?"
Audreyf's brain was somewhat frozen. She had never encountered such an enemy, one who defeated and captured someone without torturing or killing them, but instead wanted to release them.
All things have value. Logically, if the other party gave, she should return something: a favor, a treasure, wealth, or something else.
He was not in a hurry to state his demand.
"Actually, it's not just freedom.
Given your situation, you can't resist anything I do to you, such as taking your life, or your other possessions."
Slowly walking to Audreyf's side, Roen slightly stooped, looking into her orange-gem-like eyes, then, as if admiring a work of art, turned to her tall, well-proportioned, curvaceous body.
Long, shapely legs, flowing, smooth long hair, a slender waist that could be grasped with one hand but contained powerful explosive force, and the heroic, cold, and arrogant aura about her.
"As long as I wish, I can make you lose everything you possess at any time."
"Everything?"
Without fear, Audreyf retorted coldly, unconvinced.
"Some things you should not dream of obtaining; at most, you will get my corpse."
She did not want to die but also did not fear Death, and would not endure humiliation to survive.
"Is that so?"
Roen wanted her to clearly understand how much he was about to give her.
"Stand up, let me see you."
He commanded.
Audreyf had no intention of obeying him, but to her horror, the next second her body moved on its own, standing up obediently and even turning in a circle as if to display herself.
"My body..."
"Dance."
Sitting back in his chair, he quietly admired.
The tall, cold, and arrogant figure, upon hearing the command, danced gracefully in the prison, like an elegant swan stretching its neck.
"What did you do to me?"
She danced a dance she had never seen before, like a puppet on strings, at the mercy of others.
A light, coordinated, and explosive body, almost a perfect weapon, constantly leaping and tracing graceful arcs.
"Is this magic or what?!"
"Evidently, you are being controlled by me."
Roen replied, enjoying the dance.
It proved that he could do anything he wanted to Audreyf, and she could only watch, watching her body cooperate and even comply.
"You are simply a devil."
Amidst her dancing, Audreyf, whose attempts to resist were futile, cried out in panic and anger.
Originally, she thought that even though she was captured, she still retained one last freedom: the freedom to decide her own life and Death.
But now it seemed even life and Death were no longer hers to decide.
For the first time, she was so terrified, panicking at the unknown.
Her body continued to float and dance, a female war god performing a dance—a peculiar scene.
"Now I release you and return all the precious things you possess."
Ignoring her protests and shouts, he leisurely let her finish a song.
Only then did Roen, unhurriedly, release his control over her, looking at her as she lay on the ground, panting heavily, and said,
"I only want one thing: loyalty."
As expected of Odin's daughter, an Asgardian, her mind was equally 'strong'; controlling her for just a short while consumed a good deal of his mental energy.
However, he did not show it.
"Loyalty?"
Her mind fluctuating intensely, the 'free' Audreyf got up and retreated to the wall, as if clinging to it could give her a sense of security, her eyes nervously fixed on him.
"You want me to surrender to you?"
She had been terrified by the loss of control just now.
"Serve me with the same loyalty you showed the Angel Queen.
Of course... when working for me, don't expect any rewards."
He also wondered what significance the loyalty of the people of Heaven to Angel Queen Haimen held.
She wanted her subordinates to work, but also had to give rewards.
Was it an 'internal discount'?
"Think about it: will you choose to lose everything, or merely offer a portion of your loyalty and regain complete freedom?"
Audreyf really wanted to say that if she offered loyalty, what complete freedom was there to speak of? But she couldn't refuse this transaction, which was laced with threats.
Ultimately, she agreed with a look of struggle, only proposing one condition.
"I can work for you, but what I do cannot cross my bottom line."
"Have you ever heard the saying, 'Loyalty that is not absolute is absolute disloyalty'?"
He said with a smile.
Audreyf's gaze hardened, and her mind grew tense, thinking he disagreed.
Roen's tone then shifted, making her secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"But it doesn't matter; I am a very magnanimous person."
Things could be taken slowly; he didn't seek immediate results.
Regarding Audreyf, he had a plan involving how to influence and control Asgard, so he was very patient.
"Asgard, from top to bottom, believes in honor and dignity. Asgardians never bow their heads; they can be destroyed but are difficult to conquer.
"Except for Skurge the Executioner, Hela killed all the Heavenly Palace soldiers, and the entire populace fled; not a single one surrendered or begged for mercy."
Undoing the Vibranium chains, Audreyf rubbed her wrists, moved her limbs, her eyes eager to try as she gazed at Roen, who was slowly walking away from her towards the prison exit, his back to her.
"Are you thinking if you can take me down?"
Without turning his head, he divined her thoughts and said softly.
"You can try."
"And then be locked back in there by you?"
Hesitantly following, Audreyf lightly flicked her orange long hair; she wouldn't fall for it.
"I can allow you to attempt to attack me once a day. If you can defeat me, you can leave immediately, and the previous agreement will be void."
The two walked out, Roen, who was in front, smiled.
Audreyf hadn't truly fought him, so she might still harbor some lucky.
He wanted to crush the last shred of hope in Audreyf's heart and establish an impression in her mind that he was invincible.
"You are so confident in your strength? Have you ever thought that you might die for it?"
Audreyf snorted coldly, a hint of annoyance at being underestimated flashing in her eyes, but she chose not to act.
She hadn't retrieved her weapons and ribbons, and she excelled at unexpected assassinations.
"Still the same words: I encourage you to try."
...
After leaving the prison, Roen settled Audreyf in a place to stay, and the very next day, she launched an assassination attempt on him.
A blade, suddenly and silently thrust out as he left the room, was easily caught between Roen's two fingers.
Her repeated assassination attempts were effortlessly parried, and sometimes she was even teased, leaving her in a very disheveled state.
For example, a sword thrust that was supposed to be a sure hit, Roen suddenly flashed in front of her, and she ended up actively crashing into Roen's arms, hitting his chest, which made her head ache.
A kick aimed directly at a vital point was casually hooked and pulled, turning into a split.
One night in the room, she quietly wrapped a ribbon around Roen's neck, only to be pulled onto the bed with a backhand.
After a period of time, she hadn't even harmed a single hair on Roen, but aside from not losing her virginity, she had pretty much been taken advantage of all over.
She angrily questioned Roen, and regarding his explanation for such incidents, Roen spread his hands, indicating that her assassinations were not gentle caresses but rather dangerous attacks, and physical contact was inevitable when wrestling with an assassin.
After being repeatedly frustrated, she had no choice but to give up and become more compliant.
Audreyf realized that in terms of strength, she was absolutely no match for Roen; the gap between them was too vast. Any assassination attempt would only lead to self-humiliation, and it was too 'dangerous'.
The last time she was pulled onto the bed, she was held and slept for a night, unable to struggle at all. During that time, she was somewhat horrified to discover that Roen's bed was actually made of Vibranium. She couldn't say whether this was someone's 'premeditated preparation'.
In any case, she couldn't give Roen any more reasons to act against her.
...
"Fury, this really isn't some holographic projection joke?"
Scandinavia, Europe's largest peninsula.
A huge secret Base underground.
Captain America looked at the enormous object encased in a huge block of ice before him, his eyes slightly widened, revealing shock.
"I hear people on the internet joking about a hidden, invisible, fire-breathing dragon in their garage.
And you, in your 'garage,' actually hid a dragon!"
The dozens-of-meters-tall bat-winged Black Dragon was frozen in a massive block of ice, its monstrous, gaping maw revealing razor-sharp fangs, emitting a chilling, dark aura that caused extreme unease.
Compared to it, ordinary people were incredibly tiny, not even as large as one of its toenails.
"This isn't my 'garage,' it's a secret S.H.I.E.L.D. Base located here."
Nick Fury looked at the Black Dragon with a complex expression.
Then, he turned his head and slowly teased with a smile: "Captain is actually starting to go online? Are you interacting with your fans online?"
"Tell me, it's dead, right?"
But Captain America was not in the mood for jokes, stating seriously.
That Black Dragon looked like more than just a giant creature; looking at it felt like gazing into an abyss containing endless terror and despair.
Just looking at it felt like one's mind would be affected.
If it were still alive or even broke free, it would absolutely be a disaster for the World.
"Its current state should be similar to yours, Captain, when you were sleeping in Antarctica."
Fury stroked his chin and said.
"Fury, don't flatter me.
If I went mad, a shotgun would be enough to deal with me."
Hearing this reply, he looked up at the huge, sinister figure, his voice incredibly solemn: "But it's different!"