Chapter 2097 Can't Afford to Play

Chapter 2097: Can’t Afford to Play Chapter 2097: Can’t Afford to Play Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Wilma Nilles’s voice suddenly cut off.

She gazed at Braydon Neal, lying on the ground, barely breathing, and her body trembled.

In the next moment, Wilma rushed to Braydon, her voice urgent and loud.

“Braydon?” “What happened to you, Braydon?” Her eyes filled with anxiety as she called out to him.

But Braydon was unconscious and couldn’t respond.

Seeing his pale face, her worry deepened.

She placed a hand on his forehead, carefully sensing his condition.

“Why is his spiritual power so severely depleted?!” Wilma’s eyes widened in shock.

If spiritual power was like the water in a lake, Braydon’s lake had completely dried up, cracked, with not a trace of power left.

Signing a soul contract shouldn’t have caused such extreme exhaustion.

But Braydon had made up his mind.

If he wanted to appear pitiful, he would go all the way.

He had completely drained the mental energy in his brain.

Wilma’s expression was heavy with worry.

What had happened to him?

Why was his spiritual power so overdrawn?

With determination flashing in her eyes, she retrieved a jade bottle from her storage bag.

She poured out the last pill inside and placed it into Braydon’s mouth without hesitation.

As the pill dissolved, its medicinal energy spread through Braydon’s body.

The dry lake of his spiritual power gradually began to recover.

Braydon blinked, feigning weakness, perfectly in sync with her concern.

Wilma watched with anticipation as Braydon slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw her expectant face, emotions of shock, sorrow, and disbelief flashed through his eyes.

“Is this… a dream?” His soft murmur and pale face made Wilma’s heart ache.

She understood how deeply her earlier actions had hurt him.

“Sorry, I…” She wanted to apologize but couldn’t find the right words.

Hearing her voice, Braydon seemed to realize it wasn’t a dream.

His eyes flickered as if he wanted to say something, but he lowered his head instead.

Slowly rising to his feet, Braydon turned, leaving her with only a lonely silhouette.

“Thank you for your concern, Elder Wilma.

I’m fine now.” He paused, his voice steady but distant.

“There’s one thing I hope Elder Wilma can allow—I wish to leave the Ninth Peak.” Before he could finish, Wilma interrupted him.

“Braydon!” His body stiffened, and he turned around slowly.

Her face was streaked with tears, her voice trembling.

“Are you… Are you leaving me?” Braydon clenched his hands tightly, his slender fingers digging into his palms until blood dripped unnoticed.

“I know I’m not worthy of you.

Please forgive me.” His voice broke as he spoke, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at her.

Tears streamed down Wilma’s face as she cried out.

“Then why were you so good to me before?!” “Didn’t you say you were willing to give up everything for me?!” “What were all those days for?!” Braydon’s voice was quiet but resolute.

“I’ve never lied to you.

I was willing to give up everything for you, but… you no longer need it.” After finishing, Braydon turned and began walking down the mountain.

His pace was slow, his thoughts churning.

“Three, two, one…” As expected, a fragrant breeze swept past him, and he felt himself embraced by a softness.

Her tears soaked into his back as Wilma’s choked voice reached him.

“Braydon… It’s my fault.

Don’t go, okay?” Braydon’s body trembled slightly.

He pinched himself, causing tears to well in his eyes.

“Wilma…” “Yes?” Braydon turned and pulled her into his arms.

But where she couldn’t see, a helpless expression flickered across his face.

He had come to gather information, yet here he was, entangled with a girl again.

Sure enough, it was his appearance causing trouble.

If Braydon had known his Dharma Idol would behave this shamelessly, he might have dismantled it and started over.

“There’s nothing between Elder Ivanna and me.

If there is, I swear I’ll…” Before he could finish, Wilma stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.

The words died in his throat.

Her kissing was clumsy, but she gave it her all.

Braydon froze before regaining his senses, unsure of how to respond.

In his mind, he chanted to himself, “Stay calm.

Stay calm.

I’m an emotionless avenger.

I don’t even know what kissing is.

“If the main body finds out… it won’t kill me, will it?

Flirting with women for him, of all things…” Suddenly, Braydon’s thoughts scattered as a nimble little tongue slipped past his defenses.

Lotus Feather Pavilion Braydon sat in the pavilion, sipping tea and listening to the rain.

Benaiah Strunk and Elder Juntenen were seated at a chess table nearby.

“Juntenen, it’s your turn,” Benaiah said gruffly.

Elder Juntenen chuckled as he took Benaiah’s horse.

“You call that a move?” “That’s not a valid opening!” Benaiah barked.  Braydon, sitting at the pavilion’s edge, took a sip of tea and commented idly.

“Senior, that move is called losing the horse.” Benaiah froze, then realized what Braydon meant.

Fury rose in his chest.

“You shameless fool, how dare you take my horse!” Elder Juntenen laughed heartily.

“Can’t handle losing, Benaiah?

Then take my horse if you’re so bold!” Benaiah glared at the board, then froze.

“How am I supposed to take your horse when you’ve got it buried under three layers inside and out?!” Elder Juntenen sipped his tea with a smug grin.

“As long as I have my horse, I’m happy.

Don’t you agree, Lord Benaiah without a horse?” Braydon quietly drank his tea, listening to their bickering.

This was a daily occurrence.

He was already used to it.

As for the Dharma Idol, there had been no news for days.

Braydon could only wonder if everything was going as planned.

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