Landlord World - Start with SSS talent

Right now, Elara really wanted to curse out loud, silently swearing in her heart: 'Who's worried about you? Who do you think you are?'

She let out a sigh but dared not say a word, afraid Zeka would use those terrifying vines to impale her.

"Elara, don't worry, I'll protect you," Zeka said with a smile. "Let's find a shelter to wait out the snowstorm. I'll go look for some more food."

Hearing that, Elara truly wanted to cry—she wanted to go home, or even return to that fiery realm of souls and keep hauling rocks. Anything was better than following this guy, who made her sick and constantly feel in danger. She had no idea when he might use those vines for something twisted.

Zeka and Elara found a small cave, where he let her take shelter inside.

Afraid she'd get cold, he gathered up all the clothes from the dead Lords he'd killed and spread them out as a makeshift bed for her.

"Elara, sit here, you won't be cold," Zeka said with a smile.

Even though he tried to smile as warmly as the sun, after killing so many people, the murderous aura that clung to his face made that smile warped and frightening.

Seeing that smile, Elara shuddered. And when she saw the patchwork of bloody garments from the dead laid out for her, she was so terrified that tears began to stream down her face.

When Zeka saw Elara crying, his heart filled with joy: 'See? She's so moved by my warmth that she's brought to tears!'

'Hahaha… Just wait, soon she'll accept being my woman and be loyal to me.'

Of course, Vinelord understood Zeka's thoughts and could only sigh in weary resignation.

Even though Zeka was foolish—a hopeless simp—the current situation was still in Vinelord's favor for gaining strength.

At this point, Vinelord could sense that the seal inside Zeka's body had weakened by about 20%.

As long as they kept killing Lords and draining their blood, soon the seal would be completely weakened.

After that, Vinelord would be able to break the seal and unleash his true power.

At that point, he wouldn't need this idiot anymore—he'd be able to act freely and independently.

Yet Zeka was having similar thoughts about Vinelord.

Zeka figured that if he collected enough buffs—enough to rival an A- or S-rank monster—one day he could get rid of Vinelord for good.

Even though it was thanks to Vinelord that he could gain buffs by killing Lords, Zeka still hated the feeling of having a mysterious creature parasitizing and controlling him.

Sometimes he wanted to act on his own, but always had to listen to Vinelord's nagging and be forcibly manipulated by him.

This not only left Zeka disgruntled and angry, but also filled him with murderous intent.

'Huh! Once I've collected enough buffs to match an A- or S-rank monster, I'll kill you and make you my slave,' Zeka thought to himself.

Zeka and Vinelord each had their own simple thoughts—when the time came, they would eliminate the other and that would be the end of it.

Zeka smiled at Elara. "It's very dangerous outside. You just stay here in the cave and wait for me to bring back some food."

Elara said nothing.

She wanted to cry and really wanted to say: The only danger I see here is you.

Of course, she couldn't say that. Right now, she only had enough energy to stay warm and avoid freezing to death.

Besides, even if she had all her strength, she wasn't sure she could take on Zeka.

Having watched Zeka easily kill five rank D lords and a horde of monsters, Elara was even more afraid of this strange young man.

So, all she could do was obediently sit on the makeshift mat pieced together from the clothes of those Zeka had killed.

Zeka nodded in satisfaction and left the cave.

Elara sat quietly inside, thinking of escape, but the snow outside was too heavy.

Forget running away—just moving in that snow for too long could easily kill her.

So Elara could only sigh, crying and pouting, "I want to go home… huhuhuhu…"

"Do you really want to go home?"

"Yes! I want to go home, I want good food, I want…" Elara answered instinctively, then suddenly realized something was off.

She looked up, searching for the familiar voice.

"Noan?! Is that you?" For the first time, Elara felt more relief than worry or fear.

"Noan! Come out, get me out of here, I don't want to be here, huhuhuhu…" Elara sobbed, looking absolutely pitiful.

Noan appeared before her, his clothes clean, his face wearing a teasing smile. "Ah! If you hadn't said anything, I would've thought you were a beggar."

Elara was speechless.

"You… you…" She wanted to scold Noan, but on second thought, decided not to. Right now, only he could save her. If she cursed at him, he might just leave her to Zeka, and then… her life really would be hell.

"Noan! Save me, I… I'll even be your woman." Elara cried. "I'm so hungry, and cold, please…"

"Ah, but you used to be so stubborn and proud. Why are you begging me now?" Noan teased.

"You… huhuhuhu… fine, just take it as me begging you, please… save me." Elara said, her voice full of pleading and sobs. "I… I'll be your woman."

"Hm…" Noan suddenly stroked his chin, as if hesitating.

Seeing this, Elara turned pale with fear. "You… you're hesitating?"

Noan sighed and waved his hand.

At that moment, Vylyss appeared.

Elara had met Vylyss before, and didn't have the best memories of her, so she knew exactly who Vylyss was.

But now, seeing Vylyss again, Elara was a bit startled.

Vylyss seemed even more beautiful, her horns looked like pieces of art, and her aura had grown much stronger.

"You see, I already have women more beautiful and obedient than you," Noan said, pulling Vylyss into his arms.

Noan's hands didn't stay idle, moving over Vylyss's body, making her moan and let out lustful sounds.

"You… you… pervert!" Elara's face turned bright red with embarrassment.

"That's right, I'm very much a pervert," Noan said with a laugh. "So, Miss Elara surely wouldn't want to be a woman for someone as perverted as me, right?"

"Um… I…" Elara stammered.

"It's fine, you don't need to force yourself to come with me," Noan said. "You can stay here with your lover."

"Huh?! Lover? Wait! You… you have to take me with you, he's terrifying, he…" Before Elara could finish, Noan and Vylyss had already disappeared.

Elara sat there, mouth agape, not knowing what to say. In the end, she collapsed onto the makeshift mat, crying out, "Huhuhu… why are you so cruel to me?"

"At least give me some time to adapt, why just leave like that? I've never even experienced something like this, how am I supposed to accept you so quickly?"

"Huhuhu… come back, I was wrong."

"Noan!!!"

…

Outside, Noan and Vylyss hovered in the sky.

At that moment, Vylyss pouted. "Master, you sure know how to torment her."

Noan nodded with a smile. "That's right, she's too proud. I need to break down that arrogance."

"Besides, it seems she carries some enormous secret. I want her to be loyal to me."

"If anything happens in the future, she might be able to help us."

Vylyss agreed with Noan about this and nodded.

She then asked, "Master, how long do you plan to let her stay with Zeka?"

Noan stroked his chin, thinking for a moment. "Let's see how things play out first. I have a feeling it'll be better for her to stick with Zeka for now."

Vylyss, following his order, didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, Noan frowned, looking off into the distance. "Looks like there's a show happening. Let's go check it out."

Vylyss nodded, and together they teleported forward.

"Do you have a death wish?" Zeka shouted.

In front of him were three young men and a girl. What stood out most was the girl—Maisy.

Above her flew a giant butterfly with a wingspan of over five meters, radiating a dazzling glow of every color.

Maisy saw Zeka and smiled. "Zeka, it's been a long time."