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The gunman didn't hesitate. The muzzle of his suppressed pistol remained rock-steady, centered perfectly between Rowie's eyebrows. His name was Jax, a top-tier mercenary hired for one specific purpose: to ensure Elena Vane never left this alley alive. Behind Rowie, Elena felt a bead of cold sweat slide down her temple. Death was only a few yards away, and it wore a tailored suit.
But Jax felt something shift. The man in front of him—the man who should have been trembling—was strolling toward him with his hands in his pockets. He looked like he was taking a Sunday walk in the park, not staring down the barrel of a 9mm.
"Stop right there, or your brains paint the brick," Jax said, his voice a low, emotionless rasp. His finger tightened on the trigger.
Rowie didn't stop. In his eyes, the world slowed to a crawl. A crimson system panel flickered next to Jax's face, displaying data that made Rowie's smirk widen.
" Target Detected: Jax 'The Hound' "
" Occupation: Elite Bodyguard / Assassin "
" Mental Status: Loyalty to Money (100%), Empathy (0%) "
『 Sir, this type doesn't need sweet talk. He needs a Master who is simply stronger. Use [Authoritative Gravity]. 』
"How much are they paying you to kill her?" Rowie asked. His voice echoed with an unnatural resonance, as if the air around them had suddenly turned to lead.
"None of your business." Jax pulled the trigger.
Phut...!
The bullet hissed through the air, but before it could touch Rowie's skin, a translucent shockwave erupted from his body. The round dropped to the asphalt as if it had lost all momentum, clinking harmlessly against the concrete. Jax's eyes went wide. This defied every law of physics he'd learned in a decade of war zones. Before he could fire again, Rowie was there—inches away.
Rowie lunged, seizing Jax's wrist and squeezing. CRACK!!. The sound of splintering bone was sickening in the silence of the alley. The pistol clattered to the ground, but Jax, fueled by pure instinct, drove his elbow toward Rowie's temple.
Rowie caught the strike effortlessly, his hand feeling like a steel vise. He slammed Jax's massive frame against the brick wall, forcing him into a direct gaze. Their breaths mingled. Jax, a man who had forgotten the meaning of fear, suddenly felt his chest tighten. His lungs felt like they were being crushed by Rowie's mere presence. The aura Rowie projected wasn't just charisma anymore; it was the dominance of a prehistoric predator that made Jax's lizard brain scream: Submit or Die.
"I'll give you a better offer than money," Rowie whispered, his face an inch from the assassin's. His eyes glowed with a faint, threatening gold. "I'll give you a purpose. I'll give you power that dollars can't buy."
⫷ FEATURE ACTIVE: BODY SYNC
(MATURE VERSION) ⫸
『 Energy transfer in progress. Target will experience absolute physical and psychic subjugation. 』
Rowie pressed his palm against Jax's chest, right over a heart that was hammering like a war drum. Instantly, Jax felt a searing sensation radiate from the point of contact. It wasn't ordinary pain; it was the feeling of his very soul being rewritten, his ego as a remorseless killer being dismantled piece by piece. Jax's iron-hard muscles went limp—not out of weakness, but because every cell in his body had suddenly recognized Rowie as the 'Alpha.'
Jax's lethal gaze softened, replaced by a dark, obsessive reverence. It was a devotion that bypassed logic entirely.
"Master... what... what are you doing to me?" Jax groaned, his voice raw. His body shook violently, cold sweat soaking his expensive black suit until it shimmered under the streetlamps.
"I'm liberating you from your cheap contract," Rowie said coldly. "From now on, you are my hound. My shield and my blade. Understood?"
Rowie didn't pull away; instead, he pressed closer, asserting an undeniable physical weight. Jax no longer resisted. He lowered his head in surrender, letting their foreheads touch—a silent, bloody oath in the dark.
⫷ MULTI-GENDER CONTRACT SUCCESSFUL! ⫸
❃ Jax 'The Hound' (Grade: SR) has been added to your loyal retainers. ❃
" Loyalty: 100% (Absolute Submission) "
" Attribute Bonus: User Strength +15, Endurance +10 "
A surge of warmth flowed from Jax into Rowie, knitting into his fibers. Rowie felt his muscles harden instantly, his senses sharpening to a razor's edge. He could hear Elena's panicked heartbeat from yards away. He felt like he could level the building with a single punch.
Rowie let go. The assassin collapsed to his knees on the grimy asphalt, gasping for air like a drowning man, yet his eyes remained fixed on Rowie's boots with a fanatical hunger for orders.
"Forgive my insolence, Master," Jax said, his tone now profoundly respectful. "From this moment on, my life is yours. Command me, and I will level this city."
Elena, watching from the shadows, could only press her hand over her mouth to stifle a cry. She had just seen the man who nearly killed her bow like a servant to the 'bad boy' she had once looked down upon. It was too fast, too impossible. The world had gone mad—or perhaps Rowie Aleka had simply decided to change the rules of the game.
Rowie turned back, eyeing his first two assets: the stunned CEO and the lethal, kneeling assassin.
"Good. We have work to do," Rowie said with a thin smile. "Elena, call your driver. Jax, get your gun. We're going to the Sky-Tower. I want to see my new home."
『 SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: LEVEL 10 REACHED! 』
༺ Achievement: The First Conqueror ༻
『 Since you have collected subordinates of different genders in under an hour, the [Luxury Harem Lounge] has been automatically unlocked in your Penthouse. 』
『 Additional Warning: A 'special' reward is waiting in your sports car. Something to make this night much... longer. 』
Rowie raised an eyebrow. "A special reward? You certainly know how to treat me, System."
He stepped out of the alley onto the main road, where the pitch-black supercar he'd purchased sat miraculously parked by a fire hydrant. The city's neon lights bled across its aerodynamic curves. But what stopped Rowie in his tracks wasn't just the machine—it was the figure perched casually on the hood.
A young woman in provocative cyberpunk attire—tight shorts and a half-open neon jacket—held a transparent laptop. She looked at Rowie with a mischievous grin, her fingers dancing across a virtual keyboard.
"Hello, Big Boss," she said, winking as she licked her lower lip. "I just hacked the city's entire security grid just to say welcome. Want to see what I found in your enemies' bedrooms? Or should I just unlock the doors to whoever's apartment you want to visit tonight?"
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