Before Rita could refute, her eyes suddenly went widened in horror when she saw a pitch-black blade materialize in Cyrus's hand out of thin air, and the sword tip was only a few inches away from her eyes.

'He's Unique!' She wanted to scream but those words caught in her throat.

Because for her or anyone of her age, as a matter of fact, Uniques were a legend like a fairy tale, and only stories of them circling around the Ordinaries nowadays.

Yet, she had just witnessed the magical ability of a 'Unique' herself, and she even offended the other party and even called him dumb while she was the actual dumb one.

But Rita couldn't be blamed for this because a Unique would disdain to step foot anywhere near the Slum Distracts, much less snoop around in a District U like a criminal.

The last time when a unique was here was a century ago!

"She's scared out of her wits! Hehe." Eve giggled as she felt smug when she saw Rita's expression on the ground.

"Childish." Cyrus transmitted wryly.historical

He then spoke again in the same cold tone, "Now, choose quickly. I don't have time. You can either follow me and become something even those Unique would fear, or you can fall into eternal slumber. I can always find someone else to serve my purpose."

Rita snapped out of her stupor, but her eyes filled with disbelief and fear. She couldn't help but wonder why this guy still wanted to 'trick' her. Did he want to play with her before discarding her?

She stuttered as she answered weakly, "W-what.. what do..you want!"

Cyrus felt this woman was wasting too much time, and he was losing patience, "I need your body, of course. But you won't regret it, I can assure you. Now stop dillydally, or I can choose for you!"

Rita felt her heart tremble when Cyrus said those words as a strange feeling wiled up her heart as she didn't see any hint of trickery in Cyrus's clear eyes. She exhaled and said, "A-alright!"

She knew she was dead anyway, but she still wanted to see if he could really make her Unique. Likewise, she had always dreamt of having such powers, and now that this guy was promising her that power for her body, she wanted to believe him.

As for pride, it was worth nothing in front of a Unique, and she didn't want to die either. At least this way, she could at least have a chance at living.

Cyrus's lips curled up, "Alright, I'll summon you later."

"Hmph, don't have too much fun!" Eve's jealous voice rang before Cyrus unsummon her.

He smiled wryly, 'Ah, I hope she won't rebel when she sees 99 Valkyries!' Secretly he looked forward to it.

Rita was again stupefied when she saw that sword vanish just as it appeared.

Then Cyrus extended his hand towards her and grinned, "Alright, let's go before someone sees us. You no longer belong in his dump, and you won't regret it either."

Rita looked deeply at those crimson and deep blue eyes, which were evident as the sky. She subconsciously took his hand.

Cyrus pulled Rita up with her soft hand.

"Sorry about knocking and wounding you, but you would've shot me if I had shown you my ability, so no hard feelings." Cyrus chuckled as he was no longer stern or cold like before.

Since Rita chose to follow him, he won't mistreat her.

"Hmph!" A resentful glint flashed past Rita's eyes when she thought about how easily she got knocked by this scrawny guy.

Still, she didn't retort and asked, "What now?"

"Take me out of here. You should have a place, right? Let's go there, and I'll also complete my promise to you, so you don't have any doubts." Cyrus coolly stated.

Rita's eyes winded, "Y-you.. you mean you can make me unique to-today?!"

"Heh, we'll see, don't we?" Cyrus mysteriously smiled.

Rita's heartbeat raced. If she believed him only 5% before now, she believed 20%.

So, she took a deep breath and nodded thoughtfully, "Follow me."

Cyrus put on the cloth mask again and followed behind her toward the exit tunnel. But he didn't return her revolver since he didn't trust her completely.

He knew just crazy it sounds to have a method to make an Ordinary a Unique because it was like a curse that an ordinary would remain ordinary, even their descendants.

Or Ordinary won't be discarded by the Uniques into Slum Districts.

Furthermore, Cyrus had his own thought about those dimensions since he had never heard of such a world before.

As a former God, he knew many things that a mortal doesn't, but his mysteries of rebirth and this strange world had made him doubt his prior knowledge.

Nevertheless, he still believed that it was all but a big coincidence and that he'll know the answer once he returned to the God Realm. This was the only hope.

With Rita, Cyrus didn't need to snoop around as she knew this place at the back of her hand, and she was also a receptionist who recorded all the data of materials going in or out.

"What are you even doing here?" Rita suddenly asked in a hesitant voice.

Cyrus coolly answered, "If I tell you I was a BoD cripple a day ago will you believe me?"

Rita couldn't help but look at Cyrus with widened eyes before looking forward. She inhaled deeply before she answered, "If you can make me Unique, it won't be news anymore, I guess."

Cyrus smiled as he liked how Rita could regain her calm, "You're right."

Rita kept her mouth shut afterward since she knew she wouldn't be able to believe anything Cyrus would say until she saw it herself. So, she kept her question for later.

They reached the end of the tunnel, but when they ascended the stairs and were about to leave the hoax building, the door suddenly opened, and a middle age man appeared in front of them.

Seeing Rita with masked Cyrus, the man frowned!