Having her armor torn open, even though it was just on her lower abdomen and didn't involve more areas downwards, a look of intense disgust still emerged on Riven's face.
Yes, disgust.
Growing up on the battlefield, Riven had naturally heard about what female soldiers might encounter after being captured. Therefore, Riven had long been prepared to fight to the death if she couldn't break out. But who would have thought, the opponent just made a casual move, and she couldn't move an inch. Even saying, Riven could feel that if the opponent wished, she couldn't even breathe.
But even so, Riven was still Riven. Her face showed anger, disgust, and the will to die, but not the slightest shame.
This wasn't because Riven had no shame, but purely because facing the reality that she was about to be humiliated, what Riven felt was only intense disgust. Shame? That was the thought of the weak. Instead of inexplicably feeling ashamed of herself because of the enemy's atrocities, what Riven thought about was just how to rise up when Faen was most vulnerable and negligent. Even if she couldn't kill the opponent, she would make him pay a bloody price!
And feeling Riven's thoughts, Faen also raised his eyebrows, then said with great interest: "Not bad, even under such circumstances, you still haven't put down the determination in your heart. But unfortunately, even if I don't use those super-standard powers, just relying on physical quality and combat skills, you have no possibility of defeating me."
Hearing this, Riven didn't speak, but a flash of astonishment passed through her eyes—He knows what I'm thinking? Does he possess the ability to read minds?
Although thinking this, Riven only panicked briefly, then quickly calmed down. Looking at Faen, her gaze was full of coldness, but a moment later, a look of strong questioning and disdain also appeared on her face.
Seemingly saying a person like Faen who defeated her through magical traps had no qualification to say so. And Faen wasn't anxious to prove anything either, just saying casually: "The reason why I do this is just because it's more convenient. Hmm, I am not the kind of person who feels ashamed of the arrival of victory just because the weapon is powerful."
Saying this, Faen also reached out and tapped Riven's exposed lower abdomen, saying: "The reason why you can't move lies here."
Hearing Faen's words, Riven's eyes paused slightly, but then she lowered her head to look at her own lower abdomen. Looking at the pattern imprinted on her lower abdomen, a flash of bewilderment passed through Riven's eyes, but then she looked at Faen in front of her again.
To this, Faen didn't hide anything, but explained: "Joy Mark, a kind of mark located in the spirit realm. As for what the spirit realm is, you don't need to care for now; anyway, even if I tell you warriors, you can't understand. In general, it's because of this thing that I can control your spirit to lose connection with your body."
Saying this, Faen also sighed somewhat.
To be reasonable, similar marks in those comics and novels people love to see often appear only after being vigorously cream-filled. But what about now? He had to apply the mark manually.
Although it could also be applied to other parts of the body, honestly speaking, it felt wasteful not to apply this kind of mark on the lower abdomen.
To this, only a flash of enlightenment passed through Riven's eyes, but then she fell into silence once again. A moment later, the corner of her mouth pulled, then she turned her head away and said with full disgust:
"Ki... kill me."
And looking at Riven in front of him who had been almost silent from beginning to end, and now started communicating just to beg for a quick death, even without reading her mind, Faen could more or less feel how low Riven's desire to live was right now.
And Faen wasn't anxious, because Faen knew very well that the current Riven desiring death was just because Riven lost the thought and goal of living—LeBlanc's behavior and Emistan's words could be said to have wiped out all of Riven's honor and faith.
The Great Noxus she deeply believed in was just a plaything of a mysterious person hidden in the corners of history from the very beginning. Even saying, her current achievements were not because of her efforts, but because of that lady's cultivation...
Many truths coming one after another had already made Riven feel exhausted physically and mentally. And the more in such a situation, the easier people make that most extreme choice—letting everything end with the end of their own life.
And for such people, wanting to make the other party generate the thought of living again was also simple; just making the other party realize some things hadn't ended here would be enough.
"Death is very simple." Looking at Riven in front of him, Faen said peacefully: "But aren't you curious what those hidden truths of Noxus are?"
Hearing this, Riven didn't speak, just remained silent. And Faen just said unhurriedly: "Your Legion Commander Emistan is just an insignificant pawn in the entire Noxus. You are so willing to die because you have accepted that your life is only this much, and the fact that all reputation and glory were shaped by others single-handedly?"
Hearing Faen's words, Riven fell into a moment of silence again, but then said calmly: "So what? Let me be your slave? Making a deal with that woman, aren't you birds of a feather?!" Riven sneered.
"Birds of a feather? Don't be ridiculous, my relationship with LeBlanc now can at most be considered colluding." Hearing Riven's words, Faen shook his head with a face full of helplessness: "LeBlanc—that is, the woman who occupied Emistan's body—and I are in a pure business partnership. She sells out Noxus's national interests, and then I provide her with some intelligence she needs. And in fact, both of us know this short-term trading relationship isn't solid, because our interests are never the same; the current transaction is just each taking what they need."
Saying this, Faen also clapped his hands, then cast his gaze at the door on the side and said: "Alright, you've watched for so long, LeBlanc, you also come out, have a good chat with this good subordinate from the past."
Hearing this sentence from Faen, a flash of astonishment passed through Riven's eyes.
LeBlanc? Is it that 'Master' parasitic on Emistan? But hasn't she already left? Why?
Just as Riven was still thinking puzzledly, accompanied by a voice full of charm, a graceful and enchanting figure swaying her wide hips walked slowly in from outside the door.
"Master called me, is it to let me help train this... new sister~"