Chapter 42: The Consequence of Disrespecting Your daddy

She was confident. One strike would be enough to take down Shia.

After all, with her strength, dealing with an ordinary person was hardly a challenge.

Yet, she hesitated.

"Shia, if you surrender now and give up the position of number 1, it's still not too late," said Violet, her voice crisp and commanding, brimming with arrogance.

This was her final act of mercy.

Otherwise, if she struck and caused serious injury or worse, it would be an unpleasant sight.

"Oh? And why would I give up?" Shia remained indifferent to the princess's threat.

"If that's how you feel, I'll give you one last chance..."

Before the words left his mouth, Violet's eyes flashed with cold light, and she launched herself toward Shia.

If you refuse the way out I offered, then don’t blame me for being ruthless!

The tall battle goddess, clad in white stockings, transformed into a silver streak, swift as a shooting star.

The crowd of students watching was awestruck.

Such speed, such overwhelming power—this was Princess Violet?

Shia shrugged, his expression tinged with helplessness.

He had wanted to give her a chance, but she didn't take it.

Unhurried, Shia activated his "Call daddy Card."

"Wouldn't you even call me 'Daddy' once?"

His voice carried a trace of regret and resignation.

At that very moment, Violet's figure froze.

Her sword stopped just a step away from Shia.

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And then, unexpectedly, she blurted out:

"Daddy!"

The word left her lips, and Violet's eyes widened in disbelief.

What just happened? Was that my voice?

Her body was entirely out of her control!

What sorcery is this?

Shia smiled, though he said nothing. The satisfaction in his eyes was unmistakable.

This simplest application of rules carried no physical harm but packed an unparalleled sense of humiliation.

Seeing Shia's expression, Violet quickly understood.

Clearly, this bizarre situation was his doing.

Her face flushed red, anger surging.

To call her opponent such a name in the middle of a duel—it was devastating.

Especially for Violet, who had lost her father at a young age. The word "Daddy" held a sacred meaning for her.

And now, to be forced to address someone she despised in such a way?

She wanted nothing more than to run Shia through with her sword.

In those fleeting moments, Violet’s mind raced with countless plans for revenge.

Defeat him in one move? No. She wanted to make him wish he’d never been born.

But the stronger her hatred and desire to kill Shia became, the more her body refused to obey her.

The force of pure logic manipulation ensured that anyone who disrespected the "daddy" would call him "Daddy" and bow deeply.

The more Violet resisted, the stronger the binding force became.

How could anyone be disrespectful to their daddy?

If looks could kill, Shia would have been reduced to ashes by now.

The rage and killing intent burning within her only tightened the rule's grip. Her body refused to listen.

No, it wasn’t that her body couldn’t move—it was that her actions were completely out of her control!

Now, the next stage of the rule was triggered—she had to bow deeply to her "daddy."

Violet gritted her teeth, almost hard enough to shatter them.

But her proud head gradually lowered, her slender waist bending bit by bit.

Her silver hair cascaded down, concealing her flushed face.

Across the barrier of the arena’s protective shield, the audience could only see the proud princess bowing respectfully to Shia.

The crowd erupted.

Thanks to the soundproofing of the barrier, they had no idea what had just transpired.

What on earth was happening?

Violet, who had transformed into a silver streak and launched a stunning assault, suddenly froze.

At first, they thought the princess had shown mercy. But then she completely abandoned her attack and even bowed to Shia?

If the sound barrier hadn’t been in place, and if they had heard Violet call Shia "Daddy," the uproar would have been unimaginable.

Amid the confusion, an excited voice suddenly rang out.

"I get it!"

Everyone turned to look.

A short-haired, cute girl was positively glowing with excitement. She clenched her fist and struck her palm, radiating energy.

"It's *The Aura*!"

Her expression was dead serious, her voice steady and confident.

Though she explained, the crowd remained puzzled.

What on earth was that?

The short-haired girl eagerly elaborated.

"Legend has it that powerful warriors exude an aura that overwhelms their opponents, making them feel insurmountable and even submit unconsciously."

"Such warriors are one in a million. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would’ve thought it was just a myth."

The crowd buzzed as realization dawned.

This place, the Seven Shields Academy, truly hid countless masters. If not for studying here, they would never have believed such things existed in the world.

Unbeknownst to them, while the audience was concocting their own explanations, Shia was contently watching Violet bow before him—a silver-haired beauty in white stockings, exuding elegance despite her humiliation.

For all the lofty theories the crowd could invent, the reality was simple:

This is what happens when you disrespect your "daddy."

Violet gritted her teeth in frustration, her body still bent.

She had noticed the faint glow from Shia's hand earlier.

Hmph, just a cheap trick.

She was sure Shia wouldn’t be able to maintain it for long.

Once the effect wore off, she’d make him regret ever crossing her.

No mercy. None.

Shia tilted his head slightly, noticing the fiery hatred in Violet’s eyes. He chuckled softly.

Your stubbornness is almost endearing, he thought.

He pulled out his phone and began recording.

“What did you just call me?” he asked.

“Daddy,” she replied automatically, the words flowing smoothly.

Violet’s shame deepened as her body continued to betray her, forcing her into submission.

If only she could, she’d sew her own lips shut.

Satisfied with his recording, Shia grinned.

"Well, here's the thing. With a video like this..."

He turned the phone screen to Violet, showing the footage of her obediently calling him "Daddy."

"How many people do you think should see it?"