Chapter 153: [151] Absolute Realm Tomb & Upcoming Tournament
Martina's brain raced rapidly.
If Levi had managed to contract a Golden Wyvern, that means his abilities go far beyond what a normal first-year student should possess. The killing intent, the contracted beast, he was far more dangerous than his cultivation level it and they were both at the peak level of Genetic Soldier!
Her survival instincts screamed as it wen overdrive.
Her posture changed completely and her face changed all as she puffed her chest and spoke.
"That is what I would have said and done if I was someone else," Martina said, tone doing a complete 180-degree turn. She puffed out her chest, which, given her well-developed physique, was quite massive, and there wasn't a single trace of embarrassment on her face as she changed approach with absolutely zero shame.
"Luckily, you met me instead of some other unreasonable person."
She smiled, bright and friendly, as if she hadn't just been threatening him thirty seconds ago. "Apart from sex, you can ask me for anything. Your wish is my command. I'm very useful to have around—I know all the academy gossip, can help with training schedules, know where to find the best resources, et cetera, et cetera."
The shameless about-face was so blatant, so completely without any attempt to maintain dignity, that Levi actually paused.
He'd expected many possible reactions. Fear, anger, submission, even violence. But this kind of instant, cheerful pragmatism that openly acknowledged her change in position without any pretense of having consistent principles?
That was… unusual.
He couldn't help it. A chuckle escaped his lips—a brief, genuine sound of amusement that surprised even himself.
"Fine," Levi said, gesturing toward the couch. "Sit. We can talk."