Chapter 108: promised Date

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: promised Date

Daniel walked toward Elara, his footsteps slow and deliberate, each step a measured beat in the quiet aftermath of the battle.

His footsteps were slow, unhurried, the pace of a man who had all the time in the world. Deliberate, each step placed with purpose and intention. Each step crunched against the broken stone, the sound sharp and clear in the silence. Each step echoed through the clearing, the sound bouncing off the shattered trees and crumbling rocks. He was in no hurry, his demeanor relaxed and unhurried. He had all the time in the world, or so it seemed in this moment.

Elara saw him coming, her eyes widening as she registered his approach. Her face went red, the color flooding her cheeks like a tidal wave. Her eyes went wide, her pupils dilating with shock and embarrassment. Her body tensed, her muscles coiling with nervous anticipation.

She tried to look calm, her features arranging themselves into an expression of composure. She tried to look composed, her posture straightening and her chin lifting. She tried to look like a vice leader, her demeanor shifting to something professional and authoritative.

She failed.

Her cheeks were too red, the color betraying her embarrassment. Her eyes were too wide, the expression revealing her nervousness. Her body was too tense, the posture screaming of her anxiety. She was a vice leader, yes, but in this moment, she was just a woman caught off guard by a man she was beginning to have feelings for.

Daniel stopped in front of her, his footsteps coming to a halt. He looked at her, his eyes meeting hers. His expression was calm, his features relaxed and unreadable. His eyes were warm, the color soft and gentle.

"So," he said, his voice calm and steady. "About that date."

Elara’s face went redder, the color deepening to a shade that was almost crimson. She looked away, her eyes fixed on the ground. She crossed her arms, her posture defensive. She tried to look angry, her features arranging themselves into an expression of indignation.

"What about it?" she asked, her voice sharp and defensive.

Daniel smiled, a gentle smile that softened the hard lines of his face. A patient smile that spoke of understanding and patience.

"When?" he asked, his voice calm and steady.

Elara blinked, her expression confused. "What?"

"The date. When is it?"

Elara’s face went from red to crimson, the color deepening even further. She looked at him, her eyes meeting his. Then away, her gaze dropping to the ground. Then at him again, her eyes returning to his face.

"I... I don’t know," she stammered, her voice uncertain.

Daniel tilted his head, his expression curious. "You don’t know?"

"I... I didn’t think you were serious."

"I’m always serious."

"You’re never serious."

"I’m serious now."

Elara was silent, her expression thoughtful. She was thinking, her mind working through the implications. She was processing, her thoughts organizing and analyzing. She was trying to find a way out, her mind searching for an escape route.

Then she found one.

"If you win the tournament," she said, her voice steady. "Then it’s a yes."

Daniel blinked, his expression surprised. "What?"

"If you win the Mortal to God Game. If you become a lord. If you become a god. Then I’ll go on a date with you."

Daniel stared at her, his expression unreadable. His eyes were fixed on her face, studying her expression, searching for any sign of jest or deception.

"That’s... that’s a big condition," he said, his voice slow and deliberate.

Elara nodded, her expression serious. "It is."

"That’s six months away."

"I know."

"That’s a long time."

"I know."

Daniel was silent, his expression thoughtful. He was thinking, his mind working through the implications. He was processing, his thoughts organizing and analyzing.

Then he smiled, a wide, confident smile that spread across his face.

"Alright," he said, his voice firm and final. "Deal."

Elara blinked, her expression shocked. "What?"

"Deal. I’ll win the tournament. I’ll become a lord. I’ll become a god. And then I’ll go on a date with you."

Elara stared at him, her mouth open, her eyes wide.

"You... you’re serious?"

"I’m always serious."

"You’re never serious."

"I’m serious now."

Elara didn’t know what to say, her mind blanking. She just stood there, her body frozen. Her face was red, the color bright and telling. Her heart was pounding, the beat loud in her chest.

Daniel laughed, a genuine laugh that echoed through the clearing. He turned to the others, his expression bright and confident.

"Now that’s some good ass encouragement," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Let’s go harem hunting. Who’s in?"

Lyra stepped forward, her movements measured and deliberate. "I’m in," she said, her voice steady and clear.

Fluffy stepped forward, her steps small and quick. "Fluffy is in," she said, her voice high and earnest.

Cheeky stepped forward, her movements hesitant but determined. "I’m in," she said, her voice quiet but firm.

Brick Head stepped forward, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. "I’m in!" he shouted, his voice loud and enthusiastic.

Paul sighed, a long, tired sound. He stepped forward, his movements reluctant. "I guess I’m in," he said, his voice resigned.

Daniel nodded, his expression satisfied. He looked at the others, his eyes moving from face to face. At his harem, the women who had chosen to stand by him. At his friend, the man who had chosen to stay despite everything. At his family, the people who had become his world.

"Good," he said, his voice firm. "Let’s go."

They started walking, their footsteps echoing through the destroyed streets.

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They walked through the destroyed streets, their footsteps crunching against the rubble and debris. Past the rubble, the broken stones and shattered wood that littered the ground. Past the bodies, the fallen forms of those who had fought and lost. Past the destruction, the evidence of the battle that had ravaged the city.

Daniel walked in front, his posture relaxed and casual. His hands were in his pockets, his stance easy and unguarded. His expression was calm, his features unreadable. He looked like he was taking a stroll through a park, his demeanor completely at odds with the destruction around them.

Lyra walked beside him, her steps measured and deliberate. Her guns were holstered, the weapons secured at her sides. Her eyes were sharp, her gaze scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger. She was ready for anything, her body tense and alert.

Fluffy walked behind them, her steps small and quick. She was small, her form barely reaching waist height. She was quick, her movements nimble and agile. She was quiet, her footsteps barely making a sound. She was a shadow, her presence barely noticeable.

Cheeky walked beside Fluffy, her steps hesitant and slow. She was nervous, her expression uncertain. She was hesitant, her body tense. But she was there, her presence steady.

Brick Head walked at the back, his steps heavy and clumsy. He was picking his nose, his finger buried in his nostril. He was humming a tune, the melody off-key and tuneless. He was completely oblivious, his mind elsewhere.

Paul walked beside him, his steps heavy and reluctant. He was groaning, his voice low and pained. He was complaining, his words muttered under his breath. He was regretting everything, his expression filled with regret.

Daniel spoke, his voice cutting through the silence.

"Paul," he said, his voice calm and steady.

Paul looked up, his expression tired. "Yeah?"

"Do you know any strong hot women?"

Paul blinked, his expression confused. "What?"

"Strong hot women. Do you know any?"

Paul stared at him, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief.

"I try to avoid them," he said, his voice dry. "Not find them."

Daniel sighed, his expression disappointed. "That’s not helpful."

"I’m not trying to be helpful."

Daniel looked at Lyra, his eyes meeting hers. "What about you?"

Lyra shook her head, her expression apologetic. "I was a blind nobody a few days ago. I don’t know anyone."

Daniel nodded, his expression understanding. He looked at Fluffy, his eyes meeting hers.

Fluffy saw him looking, her eyes widening. She started crying, her tears streaming down her face.

"Waaa! Master no ask Fluffy! Fluffy doesn’t know!"

Daniel blinked, his expression surprised. "Okay. Okay. I won’t ask."

Fluffy sniffled, her tears slowing. She wiped her eyes, her movements small and quick. She nodded, her expression relieved.

Daniel looked at Cheeky, his eyes meeting hers. "What about you?"

Cheeky hesitated, her expression uncertain. "I... I know some elves. In the elf lands. But I’m not welcome there anymore."

Daniel nodded, his expression understanding. "That’s okay."

He looked at Brick Head, his eyes meeting the large man’s vacant gaze. Brick Head was still picking his nose, his finger buried in his nostril. He was still humming, the melody off-key and tuneless. He was still oblivious, his mind elsewhere.

Daniel didn’t even bother asking.

He sighed, a long, tired sound. He looked at the sky, his eyes fixed on the clouds. At the clouds, the white and gray masses drifting lazily. At the sun, the bright orb hanging in the distance.

"Alright," he said, his voice firm and decisive. "New plan."

The others looked at him, their eyes fixed on his face.

"We’re going to join the strongest guild in this world. For humans. There should be strong women there."

Paul nodded, his expression thoughtful. "That’s actually a good idea."

Daniel smiled, his expression pleased. "I have my moments."

He paused, his expression curious.

"What’s the strongest guild?"

Paul thought about it, his expression contemplative. "Heaven’s Domain."

Daniel nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Heaven’s Domain. Sounds pretentious."

"It is. But they’re strong. Really strong."

"Good." Daniel started walking again, his footsteps resuming their steady rhythm. "Then that’s where we’re going."

They followed him, their footsteps echoing through the destroyed streets. Toward the strongest guild, the destination clear. Toward the strong women, the goal set. Toward the future, the path uncertain but hopeful.