Origin Lust Sword System

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"Your rank didn't increase because you're not a Common Rank Sorceress in the first place!"

This casual comment from Cyrus sent Carla's entire body through a terrifying shock, and a chill suddenly ran down her spine. She looked at Cyrus with widened eyes and trembled, "H-how…"

Cyrus instantly felt Carla's tightened nerves and faint magic undulations rising around her. He knew she was readying herself to attack or defend.

But he didn't seem apprehensive at all; on the contrary, he chuckled, "There's no need to be alarmed. If you haven't tried to play that trick, I wasn't planning to expose you at all since it has nothing to do with me. You are merely a customer in my eye, nothing less, nothing more."

Carla was dumbfounded by Cyrus's dismissive response and felt as if her common sense was taking a huge hit.

Then she looked at how calm Cyrus was despite knowing her prowess, and the scene played in her mind when he made those three men vanish with a snap of his finger and then the mystery of this structure.

In the end, she smiled bitterly as she stopped her magic circulation and said, "So you are above the Epic Rank Sorcerer (4th Class Sorcerer), huh?"

Cyrus didn't admit it, nor did he refute it. He merely chuckled and subtly answered, "You can be the judge of it as you are also an Epic Rank Sorceress who was trying to seduce an innocent man."

Carla rolled her eyes while she blushed and retorted, "You're nothing but innocent!"

"That's an understatement. You can get dressed and take a shower if you want in the hall room. My job is done." Cyrus ambiguously smiled before he turned around to leave.

Carla pursed her lips and asked, "Just who are you? I didn't know anyone with your type of dimension bloodline, or are you a Union Executive?"

Cyrus turned around, and instead of answering, he questioned instead, "Are you a Union Executive?"

Carla chewed on his lips before she nodded, "I am. So, are you, and why do you enter my territory? Is it related to the forsaken lands?"

"I'm not this Union Executive, nor do I come here to investigate anything. On the contrary, believe it or not, I'm only here to spread opportunities to women." Cyrus seriously stated.

Carla clearly doesn't believe what Cyrus just said and feels he was being tactless, but a part of her was also intrigued by his last part.

So, she asked with a hint of curiosity, "What kind of opportunity? Will I count?"

She was clearly being sarcastic about the last part. Who would, in their right mind, present an opportunity to a union executive who can acquire a chance to strive for a dimension bloodline with their services toward the Magic Union!

She still believed that Cyrus was also a Union Executive but a much more powerful one because only someone with a dimension bloodline can break into Unique Rank (5th Class), and she thinks Cyrus was of this rank.

However, Cyrus's reply left her in complete disbelief.

"I'm going to create a Cult of Women and become their sole God. As for you, if you join now before the announcement of its former opening, I'll give you the status of first Cult Elder, and trust me, you won't need any dimension bloodline to achieve a higher rank once you join. So, are you interested?" Cyrus casually asked.

Carla looked at Cyrus as if he was a lunatic. His plan was straight out of a man's fantasy, even if he was daring enough to create such a cult. Was he not afraid that the Union would execute him for the crime of causing anarchy?

However, when looking into Cyrus's two-color eyes, she didn't find any trace of fear or lie in them, and they were filled with boundless authority as if he could do anything as long as he willed it.

Furthermore, the part about not needing the dimension bloodline was even more absurd than Cyrus's mandate.

"Heh, I know you won't believe me. How about you look at those two who take the same treatment as you? You can answer me in seven more days, but after that, my offer will be voided." Cyrus coolly stated before he walked out of the room without having any intention to further explained himself.

He was only giving Carla the offer because her talent was above Rita, and she would provide him with a large amount of LXP once he took her virginity.

About his plan for that Cult for Women, he was dead serious about it, and he was waiting for Eve to wake up before he started with it. The shop was a foundation, and all that remained was to see one last thing.

As for Carla accepting his offer or not, he was quite sure she would if she knew what was best for her, and after receiving his massage, she would crave more. But if she didn't, it would have little effect on him.

Carla stared at the place where Cyrus was just standing and felt as if she was dreaming.

'Could it be he really made those two achieve rare rank without them needing to kill dimension bests?! I have to see it myself!' With such a thought in mind, she quickly picked up her clothes and exited the room.

Cyrus didn't stay on the fourth floor and headed down to the lobby. It was still morning, and since his Dao companions were awake, it was time for breakfast.

As for the three unexpected customers, Cyrus didn't think about them anymore as his experiment about the LXP bodes excellent results. He didn't have to do more and could be at ease now.

Rita and Hilda were now sitting behind the counter on comfortable chairs made for them by Cyrus and talking about some topic, and Rita was clearly restful by her frowning expression.

"Do you think he would do it with those three?" Rita whispered.

"Do what?" Hilda asked with narrowed eyes.

"Hah… you're so naïve, little junior." Rita sighed ruefully as she marveled at Hilda's naively.

Hilda's skin turned somewhat red as her cold eyes shimmered with a peculiar glint as she suddenly guessed what Rita was implying. She was still slow in this department.

She replied softly, "D-does…"

Before she could utter another word, she heard footsteps, and Rita was no different. When they turned their heads around, they saw Cyrus walking down the stairs.

Rita's eyes lit up as she muttered, "He comes down exactly 39 minutes later, right?"

"I think so," Hilda replied with uncertainty, as she didn't know why Rita was obsessed with the time from the moment she came down.

"Then that's good." Rita sighed in relief which left Hilda baffled.

Cyrus looked at the two ladies sitting behind the counter like two beautiful flowers and smiled meaningfully at Rita, "You don't need to doubt my business aesthetics. I think it's time to train you like a proper lady, don't you think, Hilda?"

Rita was startled by that sudden comment, and she felt something amiss while Hilda was tongue-tied by this question.

Since Rita was stronger than her, she naturally respected her and really considered her a senior sister, and in these past two days felt Rita's character was not bad, and she was just too blunt sometimes.

As for Cyrus, it goes without saying that she didn't doubt his capabilities anymore, and he was now starting to gain a special place in her heart because of his demeanor.

Mostly because she already knew he was now her husband, and she would eventually have to come to terms with it, especially when her husband was this perfect.

So, she would still choose to offend Rita over Cyrus, as she still believed in the principle of power over everything.

"I-I think she just lacks knowledge." She answered while trying to be as subtle as possible.

Rita gave her a piercing look almost instantly when she heard her reply.

Cyrus walked over, took his seat in the center between the two, and nodded in satisfaction before he grinned, "Exactly. Do you know she was a police officer before she met me? I think she became a tomboy by her training."

"I'm not a tomboy!" Rita instantly retorted with wronged expression.

"Only a tomboy will retort in this manner. A lady will always listen to reason first and then think about her image before she replies.

"Look at Hilda, despite growing up on a battlefield; she always replied while thinking about how it would affect her image or who is talking with and in front of whom." Cyrus casually pointed out her flaw.

"I'm not like her!" Rita again denied it while crossing her arms around her meaty chest.

"That's exactly why you need more training." Cyrus said matter-of-factly, "So, from now you are not allowed to speak until I tell you to and only observe. Unless there is a danger to your or our lives, if you speak one word, I'll ground you for one day to reflect on your actions!"