Her beauty was completely beyond imagination.
The moment she appeared, gasps rippled through the room—and even Elric felt his breath catch.
Before seeing this woman, Elric had thought there was a limit to human beauty: perhaps the level of top-tier actresses or models. But the moment she stepped inside, that benchmark felt absurdly inadequate.
She stood roughly 1.78 meters tall, her hair simply tied back in a practical style. Her eyes were cold and mesmerizing—silver-gray depths that seemed to pierce through pretense. She wore a plain black tactical uniform, yet somehow she outshone glamour and stage lights. Magazine idols would look like cheap imitations beside her.
"I can't get a picture..." someone whispered, fumbling with their phone. The murmur spread like static through the room.
Elric watched, and at that instant the system chimed as if on cue:
[DING! Detected new adopter meeting standards nearby.]
[Now showing adopter details to host.]
Name: Olivia
Age: 29
Appearance: 98
Purity: 100 (Spotless)
System Score: 98
Exchange Rewards: 88 times (monthly reset)
[Evaluation: Meets adopter criteria. Taking this target will accelerate Devil Fruit Tree growth.]
[HIGH-SCORING ADOPTER REWARD TRIGGERED]
— Taking a 95+ rated adopter will at minimum instantly ripen 2 Devil Fruits
— In-depth bonding with high scorers gains enhanced critical bonuses
Elric's eyes flicked to the system readout and back to Olivia. A score of 98—and eighty-eight exchange rewards. Just taking her in could immediately ripen two Devil Fruits. The cost-benefit calculation in his head went cold and efficient.
This was the highest-value target he'd encountered by an exponential margin.
Olivia didn't linger to pose or preen. She crossed directly to Yvonne's side, her movements fluid and predatory. Her gaze swept the room with cool appraisal, cataloging faces until she stopped on one particular male student whose eyes had been roaming her body with obvious hunger.
She cocked an eyebrow as if he were a mildly interesting insect.
"Little brother—" her voice carried taut amusement as she stepped closer, "do you think I'm beautiful?"
She cupped the boy's chin with one hand, forcing him to meet her eyes directly.
"Y-yes... beautiful, of course," he stammered incoherently, his mind clearly shorting out. A droplet of saliva slipped from his mouth and landed in Olivia's palm.
She laughed—short, amused, utterly disdainful.
Then she shifted her stance the merest degree.
CRACK.
The boy convulsed. His body twisted as if caught in an invisible vice. A single scream tore from his throat as his fingers snapped, joints folding the wrong way. Two more decisive clicks echoed through the silent classroom as his spine arched into a grotesque reverse bridge, his cries cutting off into ragged, wet gasps.
It took seconds.
The classroom inhaled as one and went utterly quiet.
Olivia's expression never flickered. She stepped on the boy's writhing form once—a casual motion to stop the last tremor—then looked up at the room like someone glancing over an anthill.
"You'll need to wear a mask when you go out," she said lightly, as if giving common-sense advice. "Or I'll have to gouge some eyes out myself."
She pressed down with her heel, pouring her full weight through the strike. The boy's breath left him in a wet, ragged gasp. His body went still.
She had crushed him to death.
Olivia straightened and offered a glacial smile to the students staring at her in horror.
The leers and curiosity had vanished completely. Where lust and interest had been, there was now only fear—raw and primal. The realization hit them all at once: these people were not an official rescue team. Rescue teams didn't murder students and walk away smiling.
Elric watched Olivia, and though he didn't flinch, his mouth went dry.
Her arrogance dwarfed anything he'd seen before—a hundredfold beyond petty superiority. This wasn't the arrogance of someone who thought themselves better. This was the arrogance of someone who regarded ordinary people as a different, lesser species entirely. They weren't even worth her contempt—just insects to be ignored or crushed based on mild convenience.
"Olivia!" Yvonne demanded, trembling with rage as she stepped forward despite the soldiers restraining her. "Have you always acted like this in the Dragon Unit? I'm ashamed of you!"
One of Olivia's subordinates started to speak, but Olivia cut him off with a raised finger. Her face held amusement and an edge of contempt. "Miss—you said you wanted to keep order here, didn't you? That you'd make sure the teacher was spared?"
Yvonne's protest faltered. She had nowhere left to push. "You promised to take care of everyone here," she said, voice strained. "You can't just—"
"You asked me to spare certain people," Olivia interrupted smoothly, "and I did. But you need to understand something." Her smile was ice. "If my men have to get rough because someone moves wrong, I can't promise they won't shoot. Actions have consequences."
Jhon, the squad leader with the close-cropped hair, stepped forward with his fingers tightening on his rifle. "We're leaving with Miss. Anyone who interferes will be eliminated. That's not a threat—it's operational protocol."
Yvonne's face went pale, but she tried another approach. "Please—just take me and go. Don't hurt the students."
Olivia laughed softly, but her eyes remained cold and flat. "I told you I don't linger in stinking places," she said dismissively. "Let's move."
At her word, Jhon and his armed squad began shepherding Yvonne toward the shattered windows and the waiting helicopters. The choppers' rotors already thumped rhythmically in the sky outside.
They were leaving.
Taking Yvonne.
Leaving corpses behind.
And no one was stopping them.
"Slow down."
The voice cut through the noise—calm, flat, utterly unbothered.
Elric stepped into the torn doorway, positioning himself between the Dragon Unit soldiers and their exit route.
He'd held back until now, measuring their power and assessing the situation. That assessment was complete.
"You shattered the windows of our school," Elric said, his tone conversational but carrying an edge of steel. "You murdered my classmates in cold blood. And now you think you can just walk away like nothing happened?"
He paused, letting the words sink in.
"That's not how this works."
The room went silent. Even the soldiers paused their advance.
Olivia turned to face him with mild interest, as if he were an insect that had surprised her by biting back. Her lips curved in faint amusement.
"So you're the one who posts in those campus forums," she observed, her tone analytical. "Elric, right? Cute hobby."
Jhon immediately reached for his rifle, but Olivia lifted a single finger and the motion froze everyone like a thrown switch. "Not yet," she said softly. "Let's see if he's worth the amusement first."
Elric's expression remained level. He wasn't looking for a fight—but he wasn't going to let them take Yvonne or terrorize his classmates without consequence.
"Leave," he said simply. "Take what you came for and go quietly. Or—" his eyes hardened, "—leave your helicopters and your men behind instead."
Olivia tilted her head, studying him like a cat watching a mouse display unexpected courage. "Confidence and strength are not the same thing, little student," she said. Her voice carried an almost playful cruelty. "So convince me—show me you have the power to stop me."
The tension in the room tightened like a drawn bowstring.
Everyone waited to see which predator would prove stronger—or which would blink first.
Elric didn't blink.
Neither did Olivia.
The standoff had begun.
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