Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

As preparations for the mission began, the team was led to separate changing rooms, boys and girls divided as Commander Asher had insisted they all wear the tight, spandex-like uniforms designed for the mission. The fabric clung tightly to their bodies, enhancing mobility and protection, but for some, it felt more like a personal invasion.

Trisha stood by the bench in the female changing room, her eyes glaring at the outfit laid out in front of her. The thought of slipping into something so form-fitting made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. The way it would cling to her every curve, outlining her body in ways she wasn't sure she was ready for—especially in front of Axel. **Axel...** Her mind lingered on him.

What would he think seeing her in this? The thought made her blush even more. _Would he find it sexy? Embarrassing? Would he be able to keep his cool?_

She smirked faintly. If the roles were reversed and she saw Axel in something this tight, she'd probably have a meltdown, maybe even lose her self-control. But Axel wasn't like that. His calm, stoic nature was often mistaken for disinterest, but she knew better. She would use that calmness to her advantage.

Quickly, Trisha began stripping off her old clothes. The stench of sweat clung to them after their last exercise, and she was more than ready to get out of them. As she reached for the spandex suit, her eyes widened in realization.

_"Wait... there's no bra!"_

Her face flushed with shame. It hadn't even crossed her mind that the uniform wouldn't come with one. With a nervous sigh, she looked down at herself, thankful for the first time that her breasts weren't particularly large. _At least I won't have to worry about my nipples showing through... right?_

Before she could further dwell on it, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, squeezing her in a tight embrace.

"Trisha! Oh my God, you've got such a good body!" Sarah's voice came out as an excited giggle, pressing her own bare chest against Trisha's back in a playful, if not slightly inappropriate, hug.

"Wha—Sarah, what the hell?!" Trisha stammered, her face growing redder by the second. She could feel the weight of Sarah's much larger breasts pressing against her as her hands instinctively covered her own chest in embarrassment.

"I mean it!" Sarah chirped, shamelessly resting her chin on Trisha's shoulder. "If I love your body, then Axel's definitely going to love it too."

The comment made Trisha's stomach twist, not with butterflies, but with irritation. "What the hell do you want? I'm not a lesbian, you bitch!" Trisha growled, her patience wearing thin.

Sarah's laughter filled the room, louder than necessary. "Oh, please. Don't act so uptight! We both know you've already tasted Axel's d*ck, haven't you? I'm just trying to bond with you as a fellow woman. But honestly...

what are you going to do with such small breasts, huh? Your body screams 'used'... like you've been with so many guys already. Bet Axel's had a real rough time putting up with you, huh?"

The words struck deep, hitting Trisha like a hammer. The playful teasing had turned vicious, and Sarah's words echoed in her ears. She felt the blood rush to her face, but it wasn't embarrassment this time—it was pure rage.

In one swift movement, Trisha spun around, grabbing Sarah by the throat in a vice-like chokehold. Sarah's eyes bulged in shock as her hands instinctively flew to Trisha's wrist, trying in vain to pry her off.

"Say that again, and I'll break your neck," Trisha hissed through gritted teeth, her grip tightening around Sarah's throat. She was an S-rank, and her strength was immense—Sarah should've known better than to provoke her like that.

Sarah gasped, choking for air as her eyes pleaded for mercy. But before Trisha could decide whether to let go or follow through on her threat, a calm voice interrupted them.

"I wouldn't go too far if I were you," Haze said from across the room, seated gracefully on a bench. Her long, fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her light blue eyes glowed with an eerie calmness. She stared at the scene with quiet detachment, as if watching a mildly interesting play unfold. "Three naked women getting into a fight? Not exactly what you want to be remembered for, is it?"

Trisha released her hold on Sarah, allowing her to drop to the floor, gasping for breath. Sarah rubbed her neck, glaring at Trisha with venom in her eyes, but she didn't dare make a move. She knew better now.

"Don't think this is over," Sarah spat, but her bravado had been significantly diminished. She turned her attention to Haze, her temper flaring again. "And what the hell are you talking about, anyway? You think you're better than me just because you're a loner who doesn't get laid? Have you even ever had sex?"

Haze raised an eyebrow, unbothered by the insult. "Actually, yes," she said matter-of-factly. "I've had plenty of it. With several men, in fact. But I don't do relationships. I prefer to keep things...

uncomplicated." Her gaze shifted to Trisha. "But if I had someone like Axel, I'd probably 'seal the deal,' if you know what I mean."

"Seal the deal?" Trisha blinked, confused by Haze's cryptic tone.

"You know... marry him," Haze clarified with a casual shrug, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Trisha's heart skipped a beat. _Marriage?_ The thought had never seriously crossed her mind before, but now, thanks to Haze, it lingered in her thoughts like a shadow she couldn't shake.

Before she could respond, Sarah erupted again. "Who the f*ck are you calling a bitch?!" She hurled insults at Haze, her fury reignited, but the red-haired woman simply ignored her, letting the words bounce off her like raindrops.

***

Meanwhile, in the boys' changing room, the atmosphere was far less tense but no less competitive.

"No way! Look at that gut, man!" Thor bellowed, pointing a large finger at Andres, whose soft stomach jiggled as he tried, in vain, to pull his spandex suit over it. Andres quickly covered his belly, his face turning red as the other boys laughed.

"Just because you're built like a damn ox doesn't mean you're better than everyone else in here," Loki quipped, his tone sharp as he tried to defend Andres, though his own lean figure didn't exactly command respect.

Thor laughed heartily, his booming voice echoing through the room. "Oh, come on, mouse! I'd crush you in a second! Hell, even Axel over there could probably take you out without breaking a sweat."

At the mention of his name, all eyes turned to Axel, who stood silently in the corner, already suited up and ready. His expression was unreadable, his presence commanding even in silence.

Thor's grin widened as he stormed over to Axel, still naked but completely unbothered by it. "Come on, man! You're a damn SS-rank and you still won't duel me? What are you, scared? Let's go! Beast weapons only, no powers!

I bet you won't last ten seconds against me!"

Axel merely shook his head, declining the offer without a word. Thor grumbled in frustration but didn't press the issue. He knew better than to provoke Axel too much, even if he was desperate for a fight.

As the room filled with laughter and banter, Axel's eyes drifted toward Williams, who sat apart from the group, his gaze cold and filled with something far more dangerous than resentment. _Hate._

Axel held his stare for a moment, trying to gauge the source of Williams' animosity, but before he could think too deeply about it, Thor grabbed him by the shoulder, shaking him playfully but forcefully.

Williams, still seated, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes narrowing into slits. _I hate that bastard. Always stealing the spotlight, always making me look like a side character. But not for long..._ He hissed under his breath, his grip tightening. _I'll show you, Axel Teras. I'll end you on this mission, and when I do, everyone will know my name again._

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Gift me. If you are enjoying this current chapters. It's hard to balance this Sarah character, she's trying something i don't like... My Axel only loves on girl! Go away Sarah!