I'm the King Of Technology



A bunch of monsters!

Santa's eyes turned red, seeing the battered-up Gwen. 

Her eyes were purple and swollen like walnuts, with one side visibly bigger than the other.

Her cheek had visible slap marks on them and the clothes she dawned were now old peasant attires rather than her royal one.

The clothes were bigger than her, sagging on one side of her shoulder. 

Her hair was a mess and her lips were cracked beyond belief. 

Santa's body trembled vigorously, thinking of all the things she might've undergone. 

Fear paralyzed his legs, as his heart lurched uncontrollably, too scared of his imagination. 

Santa couldn't imagine what would've happened if his niece was no longer here. 

If they shipped her to a faraway location, the damage done to her would've been irreversible. 

Seeing her facing smile, Santa knew she stalked the matter. 

Between uncle and nephew, they had their secret way of communicating with each other. 

Twisting his fingers, Santa gave her a signal. 

Gwen inwardly nodded, knowing she too had to play her part well. 

It's been days and her aunt's people haven't found them yet. 

It meant the enemy was sneakier than they thought.

If they don't find a way out soonest, escaping would only grow harder in the future.

"Uncle..."

Gwen's hoarse and teary voice blew, showing everyone how scared she was. 

The less confidence she showed, the more the men subconsciously lowered their guard against her. 

It seems that after seeing her uncle, she too gets emotional, with all her smartness jumping out the window.

At least that is what it seems to the guards who had seen her stab herself just to stay longer. 

. 

Daniel smirked. 

~Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. 

"What a happy reunion. As you can see, she's still alive (for now.) So... I take it you now know what to do, yes?"

Santa nodded heavily. It looked like it took all his strength for him to open his mouth again.

"I... I... I will step down."

"Good. I like a smart man. But why do I feel you have another request in that filthy mouth of yours?"

Daniel wasn't wrong. Santa had another 'but' coming up. 

The typical Daniel wouldn't even Entertain Santa so much. 

Perhaps it was because he was curious to see what Penelope sees in Santa had he agreed to the bastard's requests.

Sadly till now he still didn't see what made Santa special in her eyes.

Daniel frowned. "What is it this time?"

"I..." Santa's eyes grew red as though he was about to cry. "I... I just want to touch my niece."

That's it? 

Daniel almost rolled his eyes heavenwards, once again cursing at how weak Santa was. 

Don't you know that even if the enemy holds you for interrogation and brings your loved ones before you, you are not supposed to make them know how much you care for your loved ones? 

A smart person would pretend as though Gwen meant nothing to him but Santa was doing the opposite. 

It's a wonder how he managed to keep his position by Penelope for so long. 

Nodding, Daniel allowed his request o be fulfilled again but this was the last time. 

It was getting too exhausting talking to the fool.

Daniel felt that the more he spoke to Santa the more his intelligence lowered. 

"Niece!"

"Uncle!"

Wooooooooooo~The duo cried loudly, as though mourning a loved one. 

Even the guards and Faniel were ashamed on Santa's behalf for seeing such a big man cry like a little girl so much.

"Uncle!"

"Niece!"

"Uncle!"

"Niece!"

"Uncle!"

"Niece!"

"Uncle!"

"Niece!"

The duo hugged and touched foreheads, getting stickier as they called each other's names. 

Santa ran his trembling hands across Gwen's hair, and Gwen in turn tried to wipe the blood from his face and eyes with a pitiful look. 

[Everyone]: (-_-)

Have some dignity! Many inwardly cursed Santa in disgust.

However, what happened next not only shocked them silly but made Daniel open his mouth wide, not wanting to believe his eyes.

The duo who were calling each other lovingly, now broke free unscathed.

.

"Niece!"

"Uncle!"

"Niece."

"Uncle."

Brack!~

"He's free!" 

"He has broken free! Quickly, stop him!"

Santa's eyes grew cold, looking nothing like before.

"Gwen, get behind me now. You know the drill." 

She did. In no time, she climbed on his back like an octopus, holding into his clothes with all her might.

Her hands quaked and her body trembled, but she knew she must not fall until her uncle cleared them all. 

Santa still had his heavy iron cuffs around his wrists, with each cuff attached to a long thick chain. 

The guards did not dare waste time, all plunging his way to take him out.

"You bastard! Go to hell!"

Pah!

The guards were sent flying by the heavy chains that landed on their cheeks.

F***! What was going on here? 

How can those heavy chains move so fast? 

According to their calculations, the chains should've been moving slower, which was why they didn't put too much effort into dodging the attack.

Why, what, when, he... who am I? Where am I?

One of the guards hissed in pain, slowly rising from his knees and touching his jaw in disbelief.

His face now has a deep massive open wound that revealed his skeletal teeth and insides to the outside world. 

Just how powerful was this son of a b**ch's attack for it to leave such damage?

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!

Santa aimed for the necks, killing them cleanly.

The sheer force from the chains coupled with their weights tore off chunks from people's necks, as though some huge monster had taken a nibble from them.

And the best part was that Santa did this all in 4 seconds.

Was this their end? Was this how they died?

Many people held their throats, struggling her air in pain and fury.

As T.O.E.P moments, they were far above the level of these Pyno people. So what was happening here? 

Indeed, Veinitta members were still nowhere stronger than Morg members. But compared to the worthless Pyno, please!

They could be Gods of fighting here.

So why was reality not matching their beliefs?

Unwilling and in despair, many clawed at their throats wanting to force the air down in, even if it was to fight just for a little while longer and prove their worth. 

Despicable! 

They blamed Santa for attaching them unprepared like a coward. If given another chance, they swore they would defeat him easily!

Everyone cursed at Santa with the last ounce of their strength, dying with open eyes of fury.

Just 4 seconds had gone by and Daniel also couldn't believe it.

.

"You lowly frauding son of a bastard whore! You were pretending the entire time?"

Santa shrugged. "Shouldn't I have done that? If I didn't, how could you have brought my niece to me so easily?"

"You-you-you-you---"

They were all fooled! 

No. Maybe the entire world was fooled by his act, thinking he was some weak punk they could pick on at every turn.

Even at this, Daniel still didn't think he would lose. But he, on the other hand, had a higher level than them. 

~Crack. Crack!

Daniel twisted his legs, letting a loud crackling noise fill the space.

When he stomped on the ground again, Gwen could swear she heard more than just his joints cracking.

Yes! On the stone floors, there were small visible lines that though not deep could still make anyone sweat with fear. 

Imagine if his legs landed on you. 

Won't your ribs be cracked and your bones get broken?

If Gwen and Santa had never seen Landon cracking stones and buildings with his feet before, maybe she would've been impressed. 

Compared to their uncle/brother's force, this guy was like a mosquito busting in the wind.

Still, they had to admit that his technique was also commendable. 

Seeing them freeze, Daniel smirked confidently. "What? Scared now? Well, it's too late!"

As Daniel spoke, Santa slowly curled a few loops of the chains around his wrist. 

Everyone moved slowly, circling the space with vigilance.

With unhinged ferocious gazes, everyone locked contact, no one daring to take their eyes off each other for even a second.

Gwen felt her breathing grow heavier and more difficult as she felt the choking atmosphere stiffening. 

In these few moments of silence, her mind couldn't help being worried for her uncle.

What's going to happen? Will he be alright?

From what she saw, although her uncle was physically stronger, the bastard on the opposite side was also far more experienced and had more cards up his sleeves too.

So how will this end? 

Gwen felt dizzy from overthinking things. All she could do now was pray for her aunt and people will find them soon. 

As for the men, they seemed to be in a world of their own.

After circling for what seemed like an eternity to Gwen, both men suddenly stopped, each man looking extremely calm. 

Daniel sneered. 

"I gave you a chance and refused to take it so don't blame me for being rude."

"Likewise," Santa replied. 

And soon, both parties kicked their feet and the world became silent. 

Boom!