Chapter 231: Cute Domain
The height alone was enough to kill.
One wrong step, one slip, and there would be no recovery. The drop was absolute. Even for someone like her, falling into that clouded abyss meant complete loss, body and presence erased without resistance.
Remedy didn’t react.
Her posture remained relaxed, her breathing steady as she took in the scene without hesitation. Illusion or not, domain or not, the pressure behind it was real, but not enough to shake her focus.
"What a cute Domain."
Her voice carried lightly across the mountain ridge, calm and almost amused. But at that moment a presence responded instantly.
The air shifted, folding inward as a figure appeared directly in front of her without warning.
The woman’s appearance was striking.
She had the look of a vixen, sharp eyes and a faint, knowing smile resting on her lips. A flowing black and gold robe wrapped around her frame, the fabric moving despite the still air, while large golden earrings swayed gently.
Her gaze locked onto Remedy.
There was no hostility yet, but there was clear authority, layered beneath a calm exterior that felt far more dangerous than the receptionist’s earlier aggression.
"What," she said slowly, her voice smooth but edged, "are you calling cute?"
Remedy didn’t react to the shift in tone. The pressure from the domain still pressed against her skin, dense and suffocating, but her posture remained loose, almost casual as her eyes stayed on the woman in front of her.
The manager’s sharp gaze lingered, clearly expecting hesitation or correction. Instead, Remedy simply tilted her head slightly, as if studying something mildly interesting rather than something meant to overwhelm her.
"You’re upset," Remedy said flatly, her voice steady, cutting through the tension without effort. "Which makes sense. You built this space with intent, and I just called it cute."
The manager’s expression didn’t change much, but the air tightened again, a faint ripple spreading across the domain. The golden threads woven into the space shimmered, reacting subtly to her mood, reinforcing her control.
"Why," the manager said slowly, her voice smoother now but carrying weight, "would you think my domain is cute?"
Remedy’s gaze shifted briefly across the surroundings. The mountains, the layered pressure, the structured energy flow, it was refined, but rigid. Powerful, yes, but lacking flexibility in ways most wouldn’t notice.
"It’s just that," Remedy replied, her tone still even, "for a Sovereign Domain, there are a lot of things you could improve."
For the first time, a clear flicker of disbelief crossed the manager’s eyes. Her brows drew together slightly, and the faint smile on her lips thinned, replaced by something colder.
"Now I can tell," the manager said, her voice losing its softness, "you don’t know what you’re talking about."
The domain pulsed once, heavier this time. The pressure increased, pressing down like an invisible weight, testing whether Remedy would finally react, and acknowledge the gap between them.
"A domain," the manager continued, each word measured, "is awakened when one reaches the Monarch rank. Its level is determined by talent and effort. Once formed, it is final."
She took a small step forward. The space responded instantly, folding slightly around her, reinforcing her presence as the absolute center of authority within the domain.
"Nothing can be changed after that," she finished. "So what you’re saying is... utterly foolish."
Silence followed, thick and heavy. The kind of silence meant to force submission, to make the other party second-guess themselves under overwhelming certainty.
Remedy didn’t blink.
Her expression remained completely neutral, as if the explanation hadn’t impressed her at all. If anything, there was a faint hint of boredom now.
"So," Remedy said, her voice calm, almost casual, "do you want to put a wager on it?"
The words landed softly, but the effect was immediate.
The domain stilled.
For a brief moment, even the flowing energy around them seemed to hesitate, as if the space itself was reacting to the absurdity of what had just been said.
The manager didn’t respond right away.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying Remedy more carefully this time. Not with dismissal, but with something closer to scrutiny, as if reassessing a piece she had already judged.
"A wager...?" she repeated, her tone lower.
Her eyes remained fixed on Remedy, but her thoughts shifted inward, moving past the present moment. This wasn’t the first time she had faced arrogance, but this felt different.
She had not always stood here.
Before the title, before the authority, before this domain, she had been Cornelia the daughter of a failing martial clan. A clan drowning slowly, clinging to pride while everything else collapsed around them.
Yet even there, she stood above the rest.
Cornelia had been the most talented of her generation, her ability unquestioned, her rise inevitable. But talent in a dying clan meant little. Being the best among the weak didn’t make you strong, it only made you visible.
And visibility invited predators.
Her lips pressed slightly as the memory surfaced. The decision hadn’t been hers. It never was. Her value had been measured, weighed, and traded like any other resource her clan could offer.
She was married off and became one of many wives to an heir of the Dextrum’s a stronger clan within gridlock.
That was how she arrived here.
DD Enterprises wasn’t a reward. It was a position given to her to manage and prove her usefulness in a system that had already decided her worth long ago.
And she had succeeded.
She built control. She established authority and she carved out a space where no one questioned her decisions.
Yet now, standing before her was someone who didn’t fit into any of it.
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Cornelia didn’t react when Remedy stepped into the floor. She had already noticed her the moment the elevator doors opened, but she chose to ignore it, expecting her secretary to handle the interruption like always. That was how things usually went.
This floor wasn’t something people simply reached by accident, and definitely not without permission or clearance.
Still, Cornelia remained unmoved. It was impressive, yes, but not unprecedented. She had seen too many so-called prodigies and tech geniuses over the years to be surprised by a clever breach or unauthorized access.
Her secretary’s attitude alone was enough to crush most intrusions before they even became problems.
But today was different.
Remedy hadn’t been stopped. She hadn’t been turned away or intimidated. She had walked in, stood her ground, and now faced Cornelia directly, as if she belonged here.