Lightning Is the Only Way

A century passed since Gravis had finished his first job. After that, he had gotten around one job every three days. The world was gigantic, but there were not so many truly powerful Peak Immortal Emperors fighting.

Gravis' jobs for the next century were straightforward, and he hadn't met another Peak Immortal Emperor that knew a level seven Law again. He simply arrived at the location, watched over the fight, and left. In a sense, one could say it was boring, but one could also say that it was very interesting.

Why?

Because Gravis could watch other people use Laws that he himself didn't know.

Gravis learned quite a bit about several more levels six Laws, but 100 years was barely enough to make any headway in those Laws.

In those 100 years, Mortis also managed to get together with Joyce. They were finally "lovers".

How did he do it?

After a while of trying, Mortis became frustrated and angry and asked Joyce what her problem was. He liked her, and she obviously liked him. So, what was her problem? What did she want from him? Why was she wasting time with all of this shit?

Surprisingly, that was exactly what Joyce wanted to hear. Joyce was a very powerful woman, and she wanted an even more powerful and even more commanding man. She had no interest in these weaklings that were only willing to lick her boots and shower her with affection.

She was attracted to power.

Mortis had specifically not looked at Joyce's Emotional Laws since he didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of her. That was why he hadn't realized this part about her.

Mortis straight-up asked what she wanted.

Joyce said that she wanted him to conquer her and that she refused to be with anyone that couldn't manage that.

Well, if she wanted that, sure.

'You want me to conquer you? Fine! Give me 30 minutes!'

Mortis grabbed her and pulled her away "against her will". Joyce quickly tried to break free, but Mortis was far too powerful.

Mortis pulled her into his apartment and threw her on a bed. "That what you want?" he asked coldly.

fight reared its head, and

she also became very

asked with narrowed eyes. "We both killed millions of innocent people, but now you're hesitating because I might not want this? What's with your favoritism and your weak conviction? You kill innocent people without batting an

would have believed this

a victim of sexual assault? Was she sure that it was about

comparison to Gravis, Mortis felt his body

allow anyone to just touch her. They first had to overcome her power

mindset, he was also attracted to power, and Joyce's conduct showed that she was someone powerful

rough. However, Joyce didn't say "no" even once. She simply fought him with her Laws and weapons while

Joyce was trying to kill

Why?

enjoyed the loss

only truly feel like she lost control if she tried absolutely everything in her

done, Joyce snorted. "Fine, you win," she said, "but don't expect me to

where you can demand affection? No, you'll be the one that's trying to get affection out of me. You won't get any love and affection until

In your dreams," she

inside, Joyce felt even more

This dominance!

This power!

the

Mortis felt nervous

spent all his time with Gravis, and Gravis' values and personality had rubbed off on him. Mortis wanted to hug Joyce and love her. He wanted her to just lay in his arms lovingly. Mortis had appeared confident,

his words? Could he act coldly towards Joyce

It was difficult.

knew that this was the only way to truly create a

also created a headache for Mortis. 'Why must this be so complicated?' he thought to himself in frustration. 'Yes, it's hot, but it's also troublesome. She acts like she doesn't want to be with me, but she obviously wants to. It's like I'm

just talk and let things develop? Isn't this entire power-play thing

looked at Joyce

to kill me the entire time while we were doing it. I mean, what am I supposed to do during all of this? I can't try to kill her, or

weird, but sure, as long as she likes it,

appear like he didn't

is a very elaborate form of roleplaying,' he thought.