I Cultivate 10,000 Times Faster-Chapter 152: [150] Cooperative Martina

Levi pressed the doorbell. A soft chime echoed inside, followed by movement. Footsteps approaching. A voice calling out.

"Coming!"

The door opened, revealing a young woman who looked to be in 17. Athletic with a high cheekbones, sharp eyes. Her cultivation aura revealed her as a Peak Level Genetic Soldier, standing right at the threshold of breakthrough to Fiend Warrior realm.

She looked at Levi with narrowed eyes, "Who are you?" she asked with a wary tone. "If you're looking for someone, you might have the wrong—"

It was at that moment she felt it. The invincible blade pressing down the edge of her throat. A single mistake and she would definitely die!

Her eyes widened and her face went pale. Sweat immediately started beading on her forehead.

The sedeath!

She took an involuntary step backward, hand moving toward the weapon in her spatial ring. But she managed to stop herself, forcing her body to remain still through sheer willpower even as her mind tried to recover.

That's when she really looked at him. Really studied his face.

The killing intent had distracted her initially, but now she was actually seeing the person in front of her.

This person had a really long hair, with pale skin and pupils that seemed crimson and golden at the same time.

She immediately recognized who he was!

"Y-y-you," she stammered.

"You are Levi!"

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Levi didn't respond. He simply looked at her with A flat, emotionless gaze for a second before, walked forward.

Martina, didn't hesitae and she moved aside instinctively moving aside. Her body made the decision before her mind could process it, stepping out of the doorway to clear a path.

Levi entered his apartment and glance at the changes the girl had made.

Someone had redecorated. The sparse, minimal furnishings he'd left behind six months ago had been replaced. Elegant coffee table. Decorative wall hangings. Training equipment in one corner. A small kitchen showing signs of regular use.

This woman had clearly been living here for a while, not just occupying the space temporarily.

Martina stood frozen in the doorway, mind racing. She gritted her teeth, hands clenching into fists. Part of her wanted to fight back. To assert her claim to this residence. To refuse intimidation.

But the killing intent…

She'd faced death before. She'd fought dimensional beasts, battled dark cultivators, survived two to three missions that would have killed ordinary students and had never been scared of death.

But this time, things were entirely different. It was as though levh was the embodiment of death itself!

It was as though if she dared make a mistake, she would die!

Levi's information had spread throughout the academy during his absence. Everyone knew the story: first-year student, F-rank talent, somehow placed first in the trial examination. Killed a Peak Fiend Warrior dark cultivator during a mission. Then killed two fellow students and got sent to the Hellfrozen Abyss as punishment.

The Hellfrozen Abyss. The academy's harshest punishment short of execution. Where they sent criminals too dangerous for normal imprisonment. Where the survival rate was less than 20 percent.

And Levi had not only survived but came back with such strong aura.

If she offended him now…

She would just die for nothing.

Martina sighed. Pride wasn't worth dying for.

"Fine, the apartment is yours. I'll gather my things and leave."

She moved toward the bedroom where her personal things were stored, already calculating how long packing would take and where she could find alternative accommodation on short notice.

She'd made it maybe three steps when Levi's voice stopped her cold.

"Who said you could leave?"

Martina froze. Then anger surged through her as she turned around and spoke.

"What… what do you mean?"

"Don't think because you killed a peak level Fiend Warrior dark cultivator and two fellow students you can just boss me around however you want!"

At this moment, she forgot about the threat of death and spoke angrily. She also knew she was in the academy therefore Levi wouldn't dare to kill he righ?

"You've been imprisoned for more than six months. While all of us have advanced by leaps and bounds, you remain stuck at the same cultivation level. Your strength means nothing here anymore!"

She gestured at the apartment, voice rising. "Fine! You can have your building back! I won't fight you for it! But if you think you can oppress me, if you think you can treat me like some… some servant or something, you've got another thing coming!"

Her chest heaved by the time she finished, adrenaline pumping through her system as her Astra energy rotated through her veins rapidly.

Part of her couldn't believe she'd just said all that, but she'd reached her limit. There was only so much intimidation a person could take before something had to give.

Levi, who had just taken a step deeper into the apartment, paused. He didn't turn around, didn't react outwardly to her outburst. For several long seconds, he stood perfectly still.

Then, without warning, he raised his hand and flicked his finger.

A spatial rift tore open in the air beside him, and something massive began to emerge.

Martina's eyes went wide as a three-meter-tall golden wyvern materialized in the living room. The creature was magnificent and terrifying in equal measure—scales gleaming like polished gold, wings spanning nearly four meters when fully extended, eyes burning with predatory intelligence.

But it was the aura that really drove the point home.

The golden wyvern radiated power far exceeding what its physical size suggested.

This was a creature with draconic bloodline, a beast standing at the peak of what Genetic Soldier-level creatures could achieve. And based on the density of its presence, it was very close to evolving into something even more dangerous.

The oppressive weight of the wyvern's aura combined with Levi's killing intent created an atmosphere so heavy that Martina actually struggled to breathe. Her Peak Genetic Soldier cultivation, which she'd been so proud of moments ago, suddenly felt pathetically inadequate.

The wyvern looked at her with those burning eyes, tilted its massive head, and released a low growl that vibrated through the floorboards.

Martina's face underwent a spectacular transformation. The defiant anger drained away instantly, replaced by shock, then fear, then rapidly-calculating pragmatism.

A Golden Wyvern.

A fucking Golden Wyvern as a contracted beast.

Those were creatures worth hundreds of millions of credits. Beasts that nobles and powerful clans fought wars over. Companions that could elevate their masters to the absolute pinnacle of their realm.

And Levi had one. Just casually summoned it like it was no big deal.

Which meant everything she'd just said about his strength meaning nothing was… completely wrong.

Martina's mind

raced rapidly. If Levi had managed to contract a Golden Wyvern that suggested resources, connections, or abilities far beyond what a normal first-year student should possess. The killing intent, the survival of six months in hell, the contracted beast—it all painted a picture of someone who was far, far more dangerous than his cultivation level suggested.

Her survival instincts, which had been screaming warnings since she'd first sensed his killing intent, now went into overdrive.

Her posture changed completely. Where before she'd been defensive and defiant, now she stood straighter, more attentive. Her expression shifted from confrontational to… accommodating.

"That is what I would have said l if I was someone else," Martina said, tone doing a complete 180-degree turn. She puffed out her chest which

was quite noticeable and without a single trace of embarrassment on her face as she spoke with absolutely zero shame on her face. "Luckily, you met me instead of some other unreasonable person."

She smiled, brightly, as if she hadn't just been threatening him thirty seconds ago. "Apart from sex, you can ask me for anything. Your wish is my command. I'm very useful to have around—I know all the academy gossip, can help with training schedules, know where to find the best resources, et cetera, et cetera."

The shameless about-face was so blatant, so completely without any attempt to maintain dignity, that Levi actually paused.

He'd expected many possible reactions. Fear, anger, submission, even violence. But this kind of instant, cheerful pragmatism that openly acknowledged her change in position without any pretense of having consistent principles?

That was… unusual.

He couldn't help it. A chuckle escaped his lips—a brief, genuine sound of amusement that surprised even himself.

"Fine," Levi said, gesturing toward the couch. "Sit. We can talk."

He moved to the couch himself and settled into it with a satisfied sigh. After six months of sitting on rock, dirt, or the corpses of his enemies, actual furniture felt almost heavenly.

Luna immediately squeaked and climbed out of his pocket, curling up on his lap.

The golden wyvern, recognizing that combat wasn't imminent, shrank down to about the size of a large dog and sat bath Levi's feet.

Martina hesitated for a moment, then moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch.

Levi glanced at her then spoke.

"I don't need much from you, Just some information. Tell me anything significant that happened over the past six months that I've been imprisoned."

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