Man on the ark, forced to become king

In fact, shortly after she took up her post in the Rhine Lab's Defense Section, she was challenged by her subordinates, and all the challengers were 'physically defeated', thus gaining their respect at the molecular level.

Even without Originium Arts, there are very few people in the entire Rhine Lab who can defeat her.

Compared to such figures, Jeston is still too inexperienced.

However, Saria probably knew what was going on, but Jeston himself didn't think so.

He didn't think Saria had overwhelming strength; after all, she was just a woman, how strong could she be?

Even if Saria was indeed stronger than him back then, that was in the past!

That year at Rhine Labs, he was a newcomer, standing like a nobody, and his application was rejected without hesitation by Saria, who commented that he was not capable enough.

He is a completely different person now!

In his view, Saria's ability is to manipulate calcium, while his is to manipulate iron. The two are similar in performance, and their abilities are on the same level. Moreover, he has undergone so much training, how could he possibly lose to a woman?

Now he's the ace assassin for Beach Umbrella Pharmaceuticals!

What kind of mission, what kind of commission... none of that matters.

He wanted to take revenge on all the humiliations he had suffered in the past, and that was his real purpose in accepting the invitation!

So, let's fight, Saria!

Let's see who the real champion is!

Driven by a frantic inner scream, Jeston suppressed a subtle twist on his face, clapping his fists together in front of his chest and twisting his neck, eager to try.

Is this how you treat your employer?

Saria's brows furrowed into a deep frown. She rarely showed such obvious emotional fluctuations, but the situation before her was really making her unable to hold back.

What do you mean? On the surface, she's here to hire someone, she's a customer. How can she lay a hand on her employer before the transaction is even completed?

A top-tier assassin? That's it?

Not only is his professional competence questionable, but his professional ethics are also lacking. How did someone like that manage to earn the title of a top assassin?

If she had encountered someone like Jeston, who was deliberately causing trouble, back in Rhine Life, she wouldn't have minded fighting him.

But right now, she's not in the mood for it at all.

This whole thing is a complete waste of time and has no meaning whatsoever.

Putting everything else aside, this outfit is brand new. What good would it do her to fight with this guy who seems to have some mental issues for no reason?

No, not at all. In fact, you might get into trouble for disturbing the city's order.

To be honest, she's starting to regret coming to see this guy.

“You need to calm down, Mr. Jesston. I came to you because I have serious business to discuss. Please don’t waste both of our time with this pointless behavior.”

"Don't you even have the most basic professional ethics? If so, I have to consider changing partners."

She said this, but Jesston remained unmoved, a smug smile spreading across his face as he laughed loudly, "Who understands what you're saying!"

"What commission, what mission, I don't care!"

"My purpose in coming here is simple: I want to fight you. We'll talk about everything after we've fought!"

"Right now, I just want to kill you, or be killed by you. Stop beating around the bush like a woman. You were so arrogant, weren't you!"

"Come and hit me!"

"..."

Seria didn't say anything. She just stood there, her bag slung over her shoulder, her eyes looking at a mental patient who had just escaped from the hospital.

Has he gone mad from being an assassin? What's the logic behind his insistence on fighting her?

In truth, what happened back then was nothing more than a trivial matter. After Rhine Life grew stronger, countless people came to apply for jobs every year, every month, and every day. She personally interviewed and rejected at least a thousand people. According to this theory, all those people should come looking for her for revenge.

That doesn't make sense.

In a country as large as Colombia, with so many companies and so many ordinary people, who hasn't been rejected for a job a few times? If everyone used this as a reason to take revenge, Colombia would have been in chaos long ago. To hate someone so much for this reason is a sign of mental problems.

"You're not going to make a move, are you?"

"Fine! If you won't make a move, then I will!"

Jeston's smile did indeed resemble that of a mental patient. He approached Saria step by step, with tiny black particles, like dust, appearing around his body and accumulating more and more.

That was his Originium Arts, which were now activated.

Today he was determined to see whether this woman's defenses were stronger or his knife was sharper!

Don't want to take action? Then force her to!

He won't be able to swallow his anger if he doesn't fight today!

crackle~

A subtle movement arose in the air as black iron surrounded Jeston, growing stronger with each step he took, covering his muscular arms with rolled-up sleeves and bulging veins, forming a layer of black iron armor.

However, Saria remained still, only slightly raising her eyelids as she watched him approach step by step.

"Hahahaha! You will pay the price for your arrogance! Die, Saria!"

With a wild laugh, Jeston suddenly accelerated, his entire body speeding up instantly, transforming into a blur as he pounced on the motionless urban beauty like a tiger.

As the ace assassin of Beach Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, he has full confidence in his abilities.

Calcification? Invincible defense? So what?

This punch could pierce through even a reinforced concrete wall!

Even if Saria doesn't move, he won't show her any mercy!

woo-

A punch was thrown, slicing through the air and creating a muffled whistling sound.

Boom!

However, the powerful fist failed to actually touch Saria, instead striking a grayish-white hue that appeared out of nowhere.

A grayish-white substance materialized out of thin air an inch in front of Saria, forming a hexagonal crystal that connected and layered together like scales, firmly blocking Jeston's fist without the slightest tremor.

"Good, good! This is your calcification?"

Jeston wasn't surprised that his first punch failed. Although he was arrogant and thought his strength was above Saria's, he didn't think that she was just a pretty face. If she didn't have any strength, how could she have secured her position as the head of the Rhine Lab's defense department?

It would be strange if Saria were punched to the ground by him.

Now, this is exactly what he wanted!

A battle is only interesting when the forces are evenly matched!

"..."

Saria still didn't answer her, her gaze growing increasingly strange.

She now feels that this guy is not only in poor mental condition, but may also have some intellectual deficiencies.

Isn't that enough to see the situation clearly?

If this were Rhine Labs, she would have thrown this kind of person out of the defense department long ago.

"Hit me! Come on, hit me! Why aren't you hitting me!"

Jeston sensed the contempt in Saria's eyes, and his anger surged. He snorted coldly, the armor covering his arm increased in size, and a layer of tiny spikes appeared on the surface. He grinned and swung his fist again.

"Saria, you deserve to die!"

He roared and howled furiously, using all his strength to swing his fists so hard they left afterimages, smashing through the air and creating a series of loud bangs.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

He uttered incomprehensible syllables and rained down punches on the gray-white barrier that kept recurring in front of Saria, making her tremble.

Unfortunately, it still doesn't work.

Even the spiked gauntlets couldn't break through the calcified enamel defense.

Saria stood still, watching his fist fall, without even moving an inch. The wind from the punch gently blew the hem of her trench coat, as if those powerful punches had no effect whatsoever.

A simple math problem.

With just a little calculation, she knew that Jeston's punches were not powerful enough to break her defense, so there was no need to move or take any additional blocking action.

If this keeps going, she can stand here and let this guy beat her all day long, until he's exhausted to the point of collapse.

However, she wasn't one to be a target for others. She had a lot to do and never enough time. What was the point of hanging out with a madman?

Anyway, it seems this guy isn't planning on cooperating, so reasoning with him won't work.

Well, I'm sorry, but she can only talk to this patient about physics.

Fortunately, she is also very good at this.

Thinking this, Saria adjusted the strap of her shoulder bag and slowly raised her arm.

Upon seeing this, Jeston was overjoyed.

"Hahaha! You can't hold on anymore, can you, Saria! Today I'll show you what I'm made of!"

The barrage of fist shadows came to a halt, and thick black mist surged in from all directions. At this moment, Jeston pushed his Originium Arts to the limit!