The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 52

Apocalypse? I Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market

Chapter 52 A Very Useful Stranger

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No one expected Rosalie to smile. The corner of her lips lifted slightly. “Sure,” she said. “What’s your name?”

The beastman didn’t expect things to go so smoothly. A flash of joy crossed his eyes before he quickly hid it. “My name is Brock Sherman,” he answered honestly.

Rosalie spoke like it didn’t matter at all. “Fine. You’ll do. Come home with me.”

Cameron panicked behind her. “Matriarch! You can’t do that!”

Leon reached out and pressed Cameron down. “She has her reasons.”

When they got home, Rosalie pointed toward the kitchen. “There’s no extra room here. You can either build yourself a small shack or sleep in the kitchen.”

Brock glanced at the kitchen. There wasn’t even a window. At night, cold air would pour in from everywhere. He asked, “Matriarch, can I live with you instead?”

Rosalie glanced at Leon. He took the hint, quickly stepped forward at once, and shoved Brock back. His voice was sharp and cold. “You haven’t even been accepted into this house, and you dare to call her Matriarch? No manners at all.

“Your punishment,” Leon said, pointing, “is to chop all that firewood over there.”

Leon clearly wasn’t someone to mess with. Brock had no choice but to look at Rosalie, eyes full of grievance.

Rosalie ignored him. She walked over to Leon and placed a light kiss on the back of his hand as a reward.

“Teach him properly.”

Brock’s heart sank. It was clear now. Rosalie had no intention of backing him up.

Looking at the towering pile of firewood, Brock gritted his teeth, grabbed an axe, and started chopping.

Rosalie and Micah stood inside the house. The window was cracked open just a little. They watched Brock work, sweat pouring down his face.

Rosalie held a piece of dried fruit. She ate while enjoying the show.

“Matriarch,” Micah said softly, “this man came out of nowhere. Why did you take him in?”

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Chapter 52 A Very Useful Stranger

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Rosalie took another bite and replied calmly. “There were so many people in that street; he just happened to fall right at my feet.

“He said his family was mistreating him, but not a single bruise showed on his body.

“And that acting?” she added with a snort. “So full of holes. His plans were practically written on his face.

“If I don’t play along,” she said, “how am I supposed to catch the person behind him?”

Then she smiled wickedly. “And besides, free labor is pretty nice, don’t you think?”

Micah looked at her with affection. He handed her a glass of water. “Slow down. Don’t choke.”

That entire afternoon, Brock barely caught his breath. After chopping wood, he was sent to plow the fields. When he finally tried to sit down and rest, Cameron yanked the chair out from under him. Brock fell hard onto the ground. Cameron shot him a cold glare.

Cameron wiped the chair carefully with a cloth before putting it back; the insult was clear.

Brock’s eyes burned red, but when he remembered the tasks his matriarch had given him, he swallowed it all down.

That night, Brock really didn’t want to sleep in the kitchen. He quietly sneaked toward Rosalie’s room. Before he could even touch the door, Cameron grabbed him by the neck and flung him dozens of feet away. The impact sent dust flying across the ground.

The door slammed shut. Cameron sat down heavily on a chair, head lowered, eyes red.

Rosalie walked over. She patted Cameron’s head and held his hand. She explained everything from start to finish and promised she had never accepted Brock as her husband. Only then did Cameron finally calm down.

Brock had worked all day. Now his whole body ached, and he had been thrown again at night. With nowhere else to go, he dragged himself back to the hard, cold kitchen floor.

He had only slept a few hours when someone kicked him awake.

Brock opened his eyes. Declan was squatting in front of him. His pupils were vertical, locked tightly on Brock.

Brock screamed and scrambled into the corner.

Declan let out a soft laugh. “Get up. Chop wood.”

Brock stumbled outside and saw another mountain of firewood. His vision went black. This time, he really fainted.

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