Location: Lil. Red Storm Realm, Realm's Womb, Seed World
"Let's pin that for later," Wyatt dismissed Corey and enthusiastically introduced Dalie to everyone. "Everyone, this is my elder sister, Dalie Wyatt. And sis, this is everyone I trust. Now, let's resume the celebrations!"
Just as Dalie prepared to greet everyone, Corey abruptly stepped in front of her and interjected, "Hello, Dalie. I'm Corey Bright, Wyatt's most trusted and efficient employee. If you don't mind, could you ask your little brother to hit me and then let me out?"
"Ah..." Dalie didn't know how to reply to Corey's abrupt request. However, Susan, who had rushed over, grabbed Corey by her ear before Wyatt lost his temper and ordered, "Corey, behave yourself. Now, apologize to big sis Dalie."
"Big sis, let go-Aaaah..." Corey screamed in pain as Susan's grip on her ear tightened. The former turned to see where the latter gained such strength, only to find Susan's hand wearing a gauntlet-she was partially using her origin card.
"Hello, big sis Dalie, I'm Susan, Wyatt's manager and friend. You can call me little Su or anything you prefer. And don't mind Corey; she has a few screws loose but is a good friend and little sister. You'll see once you get to know her," Susan hurriedly introduced herself and rescued Corey, as always.
"Hi, Susan and Corey. It's good to meet you both. If she wants to get out that urgently, I can let her out," Dalie offered, noticing Corey's urgency.
"Really! Please do, I'll owe you one," Corey ignored Susan's grip on her ear and eagerly requested Dalie to let her out.
"Alright," Dalie sent Corey out to Lil. Red Storm realm while neither Wyatt nor the Field Marshal stopped her. The duo had similar grins on their faces.
Stepping onto the dark red mud of Lil. Red Storm and staring at the two suns, a couple of crescent moons, a full moon, and a few planetary rings, Corey's mind went blank for a second. It was due to both shock and a lack of oxygen to her brain. Fortunately, her demon physique quickly adapted, and she immediately screamed, "Wyatt, you fucker, where did you send me?"
Not getting a reply, she summoned her demon codex, which was with Park, planning to use the Devil Merchant Code's transportation service to return to the Card World and find JJ. But to her dismay, she couldn't afford it. Then her eyes fell on rows of precious metal bricks stacked on top of each other. With a sly glint in her eyes, she
shouted, "Wyatt, if you don't send me back to the Card World, don't blame me for using these ingredients as offerings."
"I dare you to touch them."
Sure enough, her threat worked and managed to get a reply from him. However, unable to find his figure, she decided to summon him. She walked toward the bricks and touched them, as he dared her to.
"That's it, you've done it now," Wyatt suddenly appeared behind Corey, planning to shove her head into the ground and make her eat mud. But to his surprise, she grabbed his hand without even looking back and flung him onto the rows of precious bricks, which fell like dominoes.
Seeing the mess, Wyatt was even more pissed. Getting back on his feet and dusting himself off, he said, "You are going to stack them all back up with your hands or else..."
"Bring it, asshole. Today, I'll show you that your win before was just a fluke," Corey said, as her eyes, canine teeth, and nails grew sharper with her excitement.
Ever since her defeat at Wyatt's hands at the city tournament, she had wanted a rematch. However, Park held her back, saying Wyatt was hiding his true strength and she wasn't his match yet. She grew tired of hearing that every time she made progress in her strength and prepared to challenge Wyatt.
Hence, without even realizing it, she was taking out her frustration on Wyatt by regressing to her old self-the bitchiest bitch. The only reason she didn't trigger the conditions of Wyatt's contract was because she wanted to prove herself to him, 'She was no less than anyone out there. No one could ignore her, not harm him.
"Hahaha, that's the funniest joke I've heard," Wyatt said, unleashing a tiny part of his strength, causing Corey's pupils to shrink. However, she did not back down; instead, she declared, "Today, I'll show you that no one can look down on me!"
Corey's eyes turned pitch black as she rushed at him, balling her fists. Nearing him, one of her fists aimed for his head while the other targeted his chest. She had the technique but lacked the power. Wyatt grabbed her fists with ease and asked in confusion, "When did I ever look down on you?"
"Sin Smoke!" Corey summoned the screaming smoke of her ego flame and used it to cover her fists. If one looked closer, they would notice screaming faces inscribed in the black soot covering her fists. With Wyatt's sharp eyes, he even made out individual faces with agony-filled expressions. So, he shoved Corey away, letting go of her fists in disgust. Being pushed back, Corey had a satisfied grin on her face as she uttered, "Sinner's mark."
Wyatt's palms had picked up black soot from Corey's fists, which gathered to form miniature agonized face tattoos on both his palms. Wyatt looked at them in disgust. and tried to wipe them off, but he couldn't-they seemed to have deeply embedded into his skin.
"Wyatt, you cannot get them off, even if you were to chop off your hands. They're rooted in your soul pathways. Just give up; I don't want to put my friend through something meant for the damned," Corey advised, not wanting to use what her reincarnation used to punish the most heinous of criminals in the dark realm, those undeserving of the sweet release of death or extinction.