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As he said this, Fain tore apart Riven's outer plate armor, middle mail armor, middle chainmail, lower leather armor, lower cloth armor, and finally the skin armor that looked like a one-piece swimsuit.
When it was completely torn open, Fain couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "Wearing so many layers?"
"Mind your own business!" Riven glared fiercely at Fain.
Normally, ancient armies would often only cover their vital torsos with a single layer of plate armor, while elite troops, like Zheng Chenggong's Iron Man Army, would only have three layers of armor. But Runeterra is different; everyone there is practically a mini-superhuman. The Demacian Vanguard even pushes several-ton flat-bottomed stone statues during their daily training. Under these circumstances, even ordinary troops, except for special light assaults, are covered in a single layer of plate armor, with chainmail or chainmail as an inner lining.
Riven's role in Legion is that of a swordswoman captain. In addition to her duty to charge ahead, her fighting style requires agility and flexibility, so her armor is much lighter than Darius's.
Even so, once those layers of armor were torn away, what came into Riven's view was still that unsettling mark of pleasure, the very shape of which was enough to make one uneasy.
142. Persuading Riven
Even though her armor was torn off, and it only covered her lower abdomen and didn't extend further down, Riven's face still showed a strong sense of disgust.
Yes, disgust.
Having grown up on the battlefield, Riven was naturally aware of the potential fates of female soldiers captured. Therefore, she had long been prepared to fight to the death if she couldn't break through. But who would have thought that a single, casual movement from her opponent would render her completely immobile? In fact, Riven could feel that if her opponent so desired, she wouldn't even be able to breathe.
Even so, Riven was still Riven. Her expression showed anger, disgust, and a death wish, but not a trace of shame.
This wasn't because Riven was shameless; it was purely that, faced with the prospect of being humiliated, Riven felt only intense disgust. Shame? That's the thought of the weak. Rather than feeling inexplicably ashamed of herself because of the enemy's brutality, Riven's only thought was how to strike when Fain was most vulnerable and careless. Even if she couldn't kill him, she would make him pay a bloody price!
Sensing Riven's thoughts, Fain raised an eyebrow and then said with interest, "Not bad, even under these circumstances, you haven't given up your determination. But unfortunately, even if I don't use those superhuman powers, you have no chance of defeating me based solely on physical strength and combat skills."
Upon hearing this, Riven remained silent, only a flicker of astonishment crossing her eyes—did he know what she was thinking? Did he possess the ability to read minds?
Despite thinking this, Riven only panicked briefly before quickly calming down. She looked at Fain with cold eyes, but a moment later, a strong sense of doubt and disdain appeared on her face.
It seemed that someone like Faen, who had defeated him with a magical trap, had no right to say such a thing. Faen, however, wasn't in a hurry to prove anything, and simply said casually, "I did it simply because it was more convenient. Well, I'm not the kind of person who would feel ashamed of victory just because of superior weaponry."
As he said this, Fain reached out and pointed at Riven's exposed lower abdomen, saying, "That's why you can't move."
Upon hearing Fain's words, Riven's gaze paused slightly, but she then lowered her head to look at her lower abdomen. Looking at the lines imprinted on her abdomen, a hint of confusion flashed in Riven's eyes, but she then looked back at Fain in front of her.
Farn didn't mince words, explaining, "The Mark of Pleasure, a mark located in the spiritual realm. As for what the spiritual realm is, don't worry about that now; you warriors wouldn't understand anyway. In short, it's because of this thing that I can control your mind to sever its connection with your body."
As he said this, Faen also felt a little sentimental.
To be honest, in popular comics and novels, similar marks usually only appear after someone has been force-feeding cream puffs. But now? You have to manually apply the mark yourself.
While it can be applied to other parts of the body, frankly speaking, it would be a waste not to put this mark on the lower abdomen.
A flicker of understanding crossed Riven's eyes, but she fell silent once more. After a moment, a smirk appeared on her lips, and she turned away, saying with utter disgust:
"Guh, kill me."
Looking at Riven, who had remained almost completely silent throughout, and whose initial communication now revolved around seeking a quick and painless death, Faen could sense, even without mind reading, how low Riven's desire to live had become.
Fain, however, was not in a hurry, because he knew very well that Riven's current desire for death was simply because she had lost the will and purpose to live—LeBlanc's actions and Amyst's words could be said to have erased all of Riven's honor and faith.
The Greater Noxus she so deeply believed in was, from beginning to end, merely a plaything of a mysterious figure hidden in the shadows of history. In fact, her current achievements were not due to her own efforts, but rather to the patronage of that woman…
A barrage of truths has left Riven utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally. And it is precisely under such circumstances that one is more likely to make the most extreme choice—to let everything end with the end of one's own life.
For such people, getting the other person to start living again is quite simple: just make them realize that things are not over yet.
“Death is simple.” Looking at Riven in front of him, Faen said calmly, “But aren’t you curious about the hidden truths of Noxus?”
Upon hearing this, Riven remained silent. Fain, however, continued calmly, "Your Legion Commander, Amystine, is merely an insignificant pawn in the grand scheme of Noxus. Are you so willing to die because you've accepted that your life is nothing more than this, and that all your fame and glory were shaped by others?"
Upon hearing Fain's words, Riven fell silent for a moment, but then calmly said, "So what? You want me to be your slave? Making a deal with that woman, aren't you two birds of a feather?!" Riven sneered.
"Birds of a feather? Don't be ridiculous. At most, LeBlanc and I are just accomplices." Hearing Riven's words, Fain shook his head helplessly: "LeBlanc and I—that woman who possessed Amyst's body—are purely business partners. She betrays Noxus's national interests, and I provide her with the intelligence she needs. In fact, we both know that this short-term transaction is not stable because our interests are never aligned, and the current transaction is just a matter of each getting what they need."
As he spoke, Fain clapped his hands and then looked toward the door, saying, "Alright, you've been watching for so long, LeBlanc, come out and have a good chat with this former subordinate."
Upon hearing Fain's words, a look of astonishment flashed across Riven's eyes.
LeBlanc? Is she the 'master' who parasitized Amystine? But didn't she leave? Why?
Just as Riven was still pondering this, accompanied by a seductive voice, a slender and alluring figure swayed her wide hips and gracefully walked in from outside the door.
"My master summoned me to help train this...new little sister, is that it?"
143. LeBlanc's assist
Upon hearing LeBlanc's words, Fain waved his hand helplessly and said, "What do you mean by 'training'? She's Riven, do you even remember her?"
The LeBlanc beside Fahn is different from the original LeBlanc. Although most of her memories are real, the original LeBlanc had many memories deleted to prevent the clone from going out of control. However, most of these memories are about LeBlanc's origins and some secrets that must never be revealed to the outside world.
As for information about Riven...
"Hmm..." LeBlanc stared at Riven for a while, and especially after seeing the mark on Riven's lower abdomen, she raised her eyebrows slightly.
Although she knew that the girl was being targeted by her master, and given his possessiveness, she was bound to be marked, the fact that she was marked in such a short time made LeBlanc feel somewhat... well, not too surprised.
After staring at Riven's face for a while, LeBlanc nodded and said, "Riven, born of mortal origin, was born on the Triwell Mountain Imperial Farm in southern Noxus. She is a natural warrior and possesses the talent magic to materialize her willpower and fighting spirit for attack and defense. With proper training, she may become an elite member of the Black Rose."
She paused, a hint of boredom creeping onto LeBlanc's face, and continued, "But it's foolish to think that all my life's circumstances and achievements stem from that idiot Darkwell, thus ignoring the process of being discovered by nobles from a poor farm in a remote area. I need to be properly nurtured, otherwise I'll be of little use."
Upon hearing the information provided by LeBlanc, Fain nodded thoughtfully.
LeBlanc's concept of innate magic is quite interesting. Because in Runeterra, even mages have different levels of specialization.
Generally speaking, mages who study diligently and spend their lives studying are usually the lowest rank, sitting at the same table as warriors. Unless they have mastered enough forbidden knowledge or know how to organize joint spellcasting, they are no different from warrior dogs. On the battlefield, at best they are just human catapults, able to throw a fireball or cast a lightning bolt.
Above that are those who, through a series of fortuitous events, have acquired extraordinary powers. These mages vary in strength; the weaker ones are no different from ordinary mages, possessing only a rudimentary grasp of spellcasting abilities.
The only advantage is that you don't need to study diligently like a regular mage; you directly gain such immense power. The only sacrifice is learning basic manipulation. Of course, the potential is also very high. For example, Protoss, Ascended, World Rune Cursed, Void Blessed, and Divine Favored are all essentially endowed with this power.
The noblest of all is innate magic.
Characters like Rael, Lux, Mel, Seraphine, and Sona possess innate magical abilities. The strength of this type of magic lies in the fact that once awakened, they possess considerable power. This power can also grow naturally, increasing with the progress of the world, even without any intervention.
Among them, Mel, in Twin Cities 2, was able to go toe-to-toe with LeBlanc immediately after awakening her magic. Lux, needless to say, is the officially designated female lead of Demacia, Riot's darling, and considering the skin universe's parallels, even Aurelion Sol and Bard would have to tremble. Unfortunately, Riot's writers are notorious for their terrible character design, resulting in a mixed reputation among players, while their online persona is highly consistent with the Shaco splash art.
And Rhee went even further, extracting a bolt of iron ore and compressing it into her own armor. Damn it, if I'm not mistaken, what Rhee was wearing wasn't armor, but a physical black hole.
In the magical world, don't try to reason with me about physics.
Of course, this breakdown into three levels isn't absolute; it mainly depends on individual talent and circumstances. For example, Ryze, even without unleashing the power of the World Runes, is a world-class mage. And if he does unleash the power of the World Runes, then without interference from an extraordinary being, he alone could achieve the apocalypse.
Then there are the great gods in the spiritual realm, but although this seems similar to magic, they are actually completely different paths, so they cannot be compared.
In general, magic in Runeterra is primarily determined by lineage—not human lineage, but magical lineage. Some ancient spells are more powerful the closer they are to their original form. And ordinary people find it very difficult to cross these thresholds through their own efforts.
While she was pondering this, LeBlanc looked at Riven and said, "Although she has great potential, supernatural powers related to willpower are extremely rare. Especially for those who already have some inner deficiencies, once their inner convictions are broken, or they learn the truth and lose their fighting spirit, then even if they have mastered this supernatural power, at most they can only become just another ordinary person."
Upon hearing LeBlanc's words, Faith's expression remained ambiguous. In contrast, Riven couldn't help but purse her lips, a flicker of pain crossing her eyes. Clearly, LeBlanc's words weren't meant for anyone else, but specifically for Riven.
And Riven? She wasn't even surprised by her own talent, because she knew very well that it was because of this talent that she was chosen, became a role model for Noxus soldiers, and possessed the glory and pride she had today.
But without these talents, if they hadn't been discovered...
The pain and struggle in her heart were unknown to outsiders; Riven simply kept her head down in silence. But after a moment, Riven took a deep breath and looked at LeBlanc beside her, saying, "Who...who are you? And how do you know all this?"
Upon hearing this, LeBlanc let out a series of silvery laughs. After receiving Fain's permission, she recounted her origins and background to Riven in detail. When Riven learned that LeBlanc was actually an avatar of the original LeBlanc, who had awakened her own will and was determined to take revenge on the original LeBlanc and even replace her, she couldn't help but gape in astonishment.
After a moment of silence, Riven pursed her lips and practically spat out the words, "Do you... think this can succeed?"
"Of course you can~ In fact, why not?" Hearing this, LeBlanc chuckled and lifted the front of her skirt, revealing a mark on her lower abdomen that was identical to Riven's.
"My master isn't particularly interested in power, and I'm good at and enjoy managing those things. It's a good thing for both of us. It allows me to take revenge and also lets me serve my master better... Why not?"
144. Changing Clothes
Looking at the mark on LeBlanc's lower abdomen that resembled her own, Riven's eyes flashed with a complex expression. Although she already knew about Fain's magic, and even had been marked with this mark herself... it was fine before, but now, Riven inexplicably felt a subtle sense of shame.
This was mainly because Riven hesitated after hearing LeBlanc's words—she was willing to accept her death and was not afraid of its arrival. Her only desire was to die as a warrior. This emotion filled Riven with silence and self-destructive intent during their conversation.
But now, along with LeBlanc's pursuit of revenge against those who led her life into such a deception...
Riven had absolutely no interest in serving Fain. But when it came to revenge, Riven had a different idea. And as long as a thought exists in a person's mind, then naturally, the self-destructive emotion will become thinner, fainter, and eventually disappear.
Riven pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and said, "If this allows me to kill your true form."
"The right choice~" LeBlanc chuckled upon hearing this, seemingly unsurprised by Riven's decision.
Meanwhile, after hearing Riven's words, Fain silently sighed to himself. No wonder companies often poach management from rival companies, they often have to bring in their subordinates as well. It's simply because communication is much easier, saving a significant amount of time and effort in the adjustment period. The same result requires lengthy communication for others, while a familiar team can complete the transition in just a few words.
With that thought in mind, Fain also withdrew his mark control over Riven.
Upon realizing she had regained control of her body, Riven was slightly taken aback, but before she could fully recover, she felt a wave of soreness throughout her body—from maintaining a sword-wielding posture for so long, wielding a Blackstone Greatsword, a weapon much wider and heavier than the Tower Shield. She hadn't felt it when Fain severed the link between her soul and body, but now that it was restored, the sudden weakness caused Riven to collapse to the ground, the greatsword falling from mid-air, only to pause a moment before it touched her face.
Looking in the direction of the ship's hull, a hand raised a heavy runic greatsword, and shrugged at Riven with a casual expression, saying, "I forgot to tell you, although you lost control, your body is still tired, but I used magic to hold you back."
Upon hearing this, Riven's lips twitched a few times. Although her feelings towards Faen remained complex, to be honest, Riven didn't harbor much hatred towards him—even before Riven had seen Amyst's true face, Faen's actions as an enemy were understandable. And now, Faen had revealed the whole truth to her, so in a sense, calling him a benefactor wouldn't be an exaggeration.
only……
Riven pursed her lips and said, "My reason tells me I should thank you. Because you let me know the truth about these things. But I'm sorry, I haven't been able to completely break free from Noxus's past yet... I still thank you, but... but..."
It's clear that Riven was trying her best to express herself gently. Unfortunately, limited by her literary skills, after thinking for a long time, Riven still didn't know how to accurately express what she wanted to say.
This is what people who are bad at speaking are like.
"My mind's just a little muddled," Fain reminded her. This quickly brought Riven back to her senses, and she nodded readily.
"Yes, yes, that's what I wanted to say. I'm just a little confused."
“That’s normal, all soldiers are like that,” Farn said, expressing his understanding.
A Riven with her ultimate activated is like a Darius with Ghost activated and Bloodrage activated. It's not that she's stupid, just that her thinking is relatively straightforward.
Seeing the 'I knew it' look on Fain's face, Riven scratched her head and said suspiciously, "I feel like you're secretly cursing me..."
“Wow, you’re quite good at intuition.” Farn clapped.
Riven couldn't help but roll her eyes, feeling slightly relieved. Fain didn't seem like the type to act arrogantly and domineeringly just because he could control her body, which made Riven breathe a sigh of relief. Although she knew that being marked meant she would have to pay a price for revenge, if possible, Riven preferred her future boss to be somewhat reliable, at least someone who wouldn't make her feel too exhausted or require constant vigilance…
Meanwhile, LeBlanc stared at Riven for a while before saying, "Hmm~ In that case, how about we start by making a clean break with the past in terms of clothing style?"
Upon hearing this, Riven glanced at her clothes. Seeing the tear in her lower abdomen by Fain, a hint of shame, previously hidden, flickered in her eyes. This was partly due to the motivation to survive, but also because Riven could clearly see that Fain had torn it open with considerable force, revealing silver-gray hairs of the same color as her own hair at the end of her lower abdomen.
Before, because he couldn't move, he hadn't noticed, but now that he could see Riven, his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly covered her up before suspiciously glancing at Faen. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Faen didn't react much and didn't seem to have seen him.
"Don't be nervous, it's just some hair."
Thump, thump, thump—cardiac and lung arrest.
Riven glanced at Fain, but all she saw was Fain's nonchalant, indifferent expression. Noticing Riven's dazed look, Fain blinked and said dismissively, "However, the color of human hair is often related to genetic inheritance and pigment accumulation. It is indeed quite rare to have both top and bottom silver-gray hair."
Hearing this, Riven opened her mouth, but in the end, she just rubbed her temples and remained silent. She then lowered her head, fastened her waist brace, and briefly glanced at her attire. Unfortunately, the black steel armor that once represented Noxus's glory now looked utterly jarring to Riven, filling her with disgust and discomfort. So, Riven turned her gaze to LeBlanc and said:
"What kind of outfit should we change into?"
"Clothing should be judged by how it looks on you, of course~" Hearing this, LeBlanc chuckled, "As a future guard accompanying your master, you can't be as sloppy and stiff as you are now~"
"A bodyguard? Does he really need me to protect him?" Riven couldn't help but complain.
145. The Bunny Girl and LeBlanc's Desire
Following LeBlanc into the locker room, after a while...
Riven emerged from the locker room, her face contorted with shame and indignation, her fists clenched tightly. "You...you've never seen guards fighting in this uniform before?!"
Upon closer inspection, Riven still sported her signature short, silver-gray hair. However, aside from the short hair, there weren't many changes; the only difference was that instead of being casually tied up with a rope, it was now held in place with a hair tie. But aside from that, Riven's entire style of dress had undergone a complete transformation.
Her armor was completely removed, and after shedding the Noxian-style black steel armor, Riven was dressed in a sexy black low-cut backless dress. The dress itself had no fancy embellishments; it simply clung to Riven's already exceptionally beautiful figure.
It wasn't so noticeable when she was wearing armor, but now, in this black, form-fitting, low-cut, backless outfit, Riven's already stunning figure is accentuated by the clothing, softly gathering in front to create a deep cleavage. Large expanses of white, soft skin become even more captivating against the black backdrop. A bunny ear headband adorns her head, and her alluring abs reflect a seductive glow beneath the black attire. A leather carrot belt adds a touch of cuteness to this warrior's look.
A tail ornament hung from her pert buttocks, paired with high heels and stockings. As she walked out of the dressing room, Faen could clearly see the fluffy rabbit tail swaying with her pert buttocks as she walked.
If these decorations were merely part of Riven's classic Bunny Girl skin, then LeBlanc's ingenious design added a layer of fabric to Riven's abdomen, revealing a silky texture. Through her clearly defined abs, Faker could clearly see the marks etched on the warrior's mons pubis, visible through the skin. The swaying gait with her high heels seemed to silently proclaim that her body was fully prepared for its master.
Looking at Riven's slender figure, especially the shyness on the female warrior's face, Fain couldn't help but whistle. He then looked at LeBlanc with approval and said, "A perfect match! Riven's strengths are showcased to the fullest! The warrior's heroism and the bunny girl's liveliness are perfectly combined. Honestly, even without spellcasting abilities, your aesthetic sense is definitely enough to make you a star designer in Piltover!"
“Celebrity designers are not my ideals~” Upon hearing this, LeBlanc let out a series of silvery laughs, and then said with a charming smile, “Besides, if it weren’t to please my master, I wouldn’t have time to think about such things.”
"My God." Upon hearing this, Fain sighed with emotion, "I'm even a little glad I chose you. The feeling of having everything arranged for me without having to worry about anything is so addictive."
“There are many like me, but you are the only master who can truly bring me back to life.” Hearing this, LeBlanc swayed her body, her two soft breasts rippling with alluring waves. “Moreover, the pleasure that you bestowed upon me, master… the joy that comes with that poignant pain, even now makes my flower garden tremble.”
As she spoke, LeBlanc looked at Fain with a face full of love.
There was a deliberate attempt to please her, because only Fane could keep LeBlanc alive, give her the chance for revenge, and even allow her to become the original LeBlanc. Beyond that, there was also a stirring of emotion that LeBlanc herself was unwilling to acknowledge.
Knowing that Fain could read her mind, LeBlanc didn't hide anything. Under Riven's incredulous gaze, she pressed her delicate body against Fain's muscular frame. Her breasts wrapped around Fain's arms, while her hands guided his to tease her dew-covered petals. She swayed her hips, leaving visible wetness on Fain's arms.