handsome friend

Ajax stared at Lobo for a moment and then, with an authoritative tone, said, "Lobo, if you're truly my servant, then remove these chains from me. Release me from her."

Lobo, having received his order, stood up from the ground and walked toward Ajax with the determination of a warrior ready to slay an enemy. He grabbed the chains binding Ajax's arms.

As Ajax watched this, his mind raced with thoughts. *Is he going to tear off my arms and legs to free me?* Just as he was about to tell Lobo to stop, Lobo effortlessly crushed the chains in his hands, as if they were nothing more than delicate pastry.

Seeing this, Ajax was struck by the realization that he was truly in a dangerous place. A place where such overwhelming strength was the norm. Reflecting on his past, he wondered if his sister had ever used even a fraction of her strength while sparring with him. The answer was clear: no.

This revelation humbled him. He was weaker than the gods and beings around him, and they hadn't even needed to use their full power to outmatch him. It made him wonder just how powerful the strongest entities in this world were. But rather than being discouraged, Ajax felt a surge of excitement. He wanted to meet these powerful beings, to stand beside them—or even surpass them. He resolved that from now on, he wouldn't settle for anything less than greatness in this world and this lifetime.

As Lobo broke the last of the chains that bound him to the bed, Ajax stood up and felt a surge of energy coursing through him. He recognized it as mana. He stood still, concentrating, and began to observe how his body was absorbing mana from the world around him. He noticed a swirling vortex of mana surrounding him, something his heightened vampire senses could perceive clearly. Looking around the city, he saw similar vortexes of mana, though he couldn't see the faces of those who generated them.

The realization hit him—his own mana vortex was small and insignificant compared to the others. It was like a tiny tornado in a vast landscape, forming and disappearing within minutes. He sighed in resignation, knowing he would have to learn how to harness this mana from now on. He had relied on his Void Space energy before, but now he would need time to adjust.

As Ajax took a few steps and began to wander around, he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. His body was covered in bite marks, as if someone had tried to devour him entirely. He stood there, realizing he was completely naked, without a single thread of clothing on his body. The thought that he was now a woman's plaything struck him again, filling him with a sense of powerlessness.

Sighing once more, Ajax called out to Lobo and said, "Lobo, bring me a set of clothes."

As he spoke, Lobo bowed his head, went outside, and returned after talking to someone. That person quickly conveyed something to him, pushed Lobo into the room, and then ran away. Ajax, whose senses were on high alert, sensed that Lobo had been stopped by someone who gave him an object before fleeing.

He didn't know who it was, but he thought that person must be another servant who worked here. Shaking off the thought, he looked toward the entrance of the room where Lobo was carrying a set of clothes in white and black. Lobo approached him and handed over the clothes for him to wear.

Ajax now sought confirmation and decided to ask Lobo, "Am I kept here as a sex toy or a trophy for that woman who wants to collect men like me?"

He considered himself handsome, though he didn't voice it daily. However, he believed his beauty only brought harm rather than good. He remembered someone from his previous life who treated him like a football, tossing him from one person to another and snatching him away.

Tired of that existence, he had killed himself, but a female god revived him and kept him under control by chaining him to the bed for thousands of years. Eventually, that woman married him, and he became her husband. Despite this, he was still pursued by other women, prompting her to seek his protection. During that time, Ajax protected her from these persistent suitors, providing her with space in his home where she could live alone.

Ajax didn't want to end up chained to a bed for thousands of years, married to a woman, and under someone else's protection. He had no friends or family in this damned Abyss, so as he was about to ask...

A person entered, clad in black armor. Upon seeing the black armor, Ajax immediately recognized the individual. It was the one who had beaten him severely, taken him, and brought him here—the very reason for Ajax's current predicament. Yet, Ajax couldn't remember his name.

At that moment, Jared spoke in a friendly voice, "Hey, Ajax, have you adjusted to this place? If it doesn't suit you, I can change it according to your preferences."

From Ajax's perspective, it sounded more like, "Oh, bastard, did our mistress's body and techniques suit you? If they didn't, I can tell her to change her approach in the future and make it more to your liking."

Ajax stood still, lost in his imagination.

Seeing that Ajax wasn't responding, Jared came in front of him, patted his back, and said, "Let's go, young master. Let me train you."

Ajax snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the word "train." He was about to ask what Jared meant, but before he could, Jared grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the room, straight to the training area, without giving Ajax a chance to express his opinion.