Reborn as an A-Rank Guide: Trapped By The Crazy Sentinels

Tyr looked at Cyrus. "This thief is clever. I still don’t know how he managed to bypass the drones and the intelligent security systems, remove the storage units, and leave without triggering a single alarm."

The outer perimeter of the energy station was protected by three high walls, electrified fencing, countless landmines, and infrared beams.

The sentinels were aware that wild people existed. Most of the time they simply turned a blind eye. As long as both sides stayed in their own lanes, the occasional damaged storage unit would not draw attention from Central.

If someone was unlucky enough to be killed by the security systems or blown apart by a mine, that was simply bad luck.

But this thief’s appetite was far too large—ten units in a single haul. Central was certain to apply pressure, and the sentinels had no interest in cleaning up after other people’s messes.

Anyone who failed to understand even this basic social reality had no right to complain about their cold-bloodedness.

Besides, wild people were usually extremely savage. They had to fight ruthlessly for resources simply to stay alive.

There had been a previous case in which a guide from another tower, soft-hearted, had allowed outsiders in to shelter from a sandstorm. She had underestimated the darkness of human nature. After being assaulted in turn, she was strangled to death, and more than half the base’s supplies were stolen.

It had happened while the sentinels were away conducting a collective raid on an alien nest. By the time they returned, the body was already cold.

The case number was H-K905. From that day onward, Central Terra headquarters mandated that any tower with a resident guide must keep at least one sentinel present at all times.

Cyrus, however, appeared completely unconcerned. "Stealing can become an addiction. He will come a second time."

He set down his glass, eyes calm.

"When we catch him, break his legs and throw him back."

***

After finishing her work, Bunny carried a plate of fruit back to her room and found Orion packing his belongings, clearly preparing to move.

But why move for no reason?

Curious, she knocked on the door. "Orion, where are you packing up to go?"

When he turned around, she saw that he looked as though he had just taken a serious beating—his face was covered in bruises. Who had hit him?

He formed a series of complex signs. Only after running them through the translator did she understand what had happened.

Liam had been released from confinement and was determined, almost hysterically so, to move into a room next to hers. His original room was simply too far away.

He did not dare order Cyrus to move, so he had requested a room swap with Orion instead.

Orion had refused. Naturally, he also wanted to live next to Bunny. Liam then proposed a duel to settle the matter.

Orion stood no chance against Liam. In the entire base, after Cyrus and Xander—who ranked first and second in combat strength—Liam was third.

So the little snake had been forced to pack up and move in silent grievance.

Although Orion could not speak, Bunny could see he was on the verge of actual tears from the unfairness of it.

She had not expected Liam’s temper to be this aggressive—daring to bully the most honest and well-behaved person in the base.

She snatched the pillow he was about to put into the box. "You’re not moving anywhere! You stay right here. I’ll go deal with him. This is completely unreasonable."

Bunny had always valued fairness. It was the same principle as choosing beds in a dormitory. Most people wanted the bottom bunk—did that mean whoever had the strongest fists simply took it?

Orion watched blankly as she dumped every item back into his box, then stormed off in a fiery hurry to lecture Liam.

He felt a little lost... or rather, very happy.

No one had ever defended him like this before. No one had ever cared about his feelings or his emotions.

Among sentinels, the law of survival was simple: survival of the fittest; the strong prey on the weak.

If you could not defeat the other party, you had to yield. There was no absolute right or wrong unless a fundamental principle was at stake.

Bunny dragged Liam into Orion’s room by the ear and demanded that he apologize face-to-face.

Since Liam was her exclusive sentinel, she treated him a little differently from the others—less politely.

"Are you going to apologize or not?"

She planted her hands on her hips and pointed at Orion’s bruised face, launching into a scolding:

"Look at what you’ve done to him! Put yourself in his place—would you be happy if your handsome face was beaten into this state?"

Liam only caught the important part: his wife had just called his face handsome.

"Apologize. Now!"

Under the weight of his wife’s authority, Liam could only offer a reluctant, extremely perfunctory apology:

"Sorry."

"Try again!"

He drew a deep breath, forced an extremely sour expression, and rephrased, "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you to swap rooms."

That still wasn’t enough. Bunny asked Orion whether he had forgiven him—only forgiveness would do.

"If he bullies you again, come tell me. Don’t just endure everything."

Orion nodded. Only then did she drag Liam away by the ear.

Orion watched their retreating figures in silence. A mixture of envy and quiet loneliness filled his beautiful peach-blossom eyes.

Why... why was Liam so lucky? He also wanted to be her exclusive sentinel.

If that day ever came, he would become the happiest little snake in the world.

Although Liam had apologized, he remained completely unconvinced inside.

Previously, everyone had disliked Cyrus, so they had pushed Orion into living next to him.

Things were different now. The guide lived on this side of the corridor, which naturally made it the most desirable real estate.

He had won the right to live here through his own strength. What was wrong with that?

Correcting this kind of thinking among the sentinels in a short time would be extremely difficult.

So Liam continued to sulk in silence.

He had been locked up by that dog Cyrus for so long that he had nearly gone mad from missing her—only to be scolded by his wife the moment he got out.

Getting beaten was one thing. The real problem was that his wife had actually defended another sentinel! Another wild man!!

It was enough to drive him crazy.

His spirit form, however, paid no attention to his mood. It had shrunk to mini size and was chasing after Bunny’s heels, repeatedly biting at her slippers.

She pinched it by the scruff and lifted it up. Soft, plump, and round—it looked exactly like a little tiger, except its fur was a deep, fluffy ink-black.

Its round beast eyes were molten gold, wet and sparkling. Two tiny, sharp fangs peeked from the corners of its mouth, and a pair of curved black horns sat on its head.

"Awoo..."

She pinched one of its soft pink paw pads, then stroked the fluffy tail, and sighed with genuine appreciation:

"So cute."

It was living proof that even a ferocious beast, once miniaturized, could become adorable.

When she lifted it by the scruff of its neck, it simply dangled and spun in the air, accepting whatever treatment came its way.

Bunny glanced at Liam, who still sat with his back to her at the doorway, silently fuming. According to the handbook, a bonded sentinel developed an extremely strong attachment to their guide and recognized only that one person.

If they could not stay near their guide or receive regular soothing, they would become depressed. In severe cases, they could even lose control or attempt suicide.

It was exactly the same as keeping a pet: once you took responsibility, you could not simply abandon it.

If she remembered correctly, Liam was only nineteen. Apart from underage Brandon, he was the youngest.

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