Chapter 178 -178: Dude, I don’t swing that way!

    Chapter 178 – Dude, I don’t swing that way!

    The battle raged on.

    The women were fighting their own wars, tearing through their enemies without mercy. But it wasn’t just them. Far from it.

    On the far edge of the battlefield, Leona stood—facing off against a man.

    No… not a man. A beast.

    But not just any beastman—this one had dragon traits.

    That alone made her pause.

    She had never heard of this kind. Never seen anything like him. A beastman mixed with dragon? Impossible.

    So she was curious.

    And that’s exactly why she chose to fight him.

    Leona tilted her head. Her long, black hair whipped behind her as her eyes locked onto the creature before her.

    “What are you?” she asked, voice low, curious.

    But the dragon-beast didn’t respond.

    Didn’t flinch.

    Didn’t even look at her.

    His eyes wandered across the battlefield, watching, analyzing—searching. He acted like she wasn’t even there.

    He didn’t have to say a word.

    He was clearly looking down on her.

    Leona’s expression turned cold, instantly. If there was one thing she refused to accept after becoming the first hybrid Demon-Dragon on Laeh… it was being underestimated.

    No words.

    No warning.

    She lunged forward, black claws sharp as razors tearing through the air. In a blink, she was already in front of him, slashing with full power—

    But the dragon-beast didn’t look.

    Not even once.

    His eyes were still scanning the battlefield until—

    Until her claws were an inch from his neck.

    Then he turned slowly his head.

    His gaze hit her—and it froze her heart instantly.

    Those weren’t just beastly eyes. They were the kind of eyes that haunted dreams. Dragon-slit pupils with the depth of ancient, bloody storms. Eyes that saw through pride, power, and pain.

    He raised one clawed finger—just one—and caught her strike effortlessly.

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    One finger. That was all it took.

    Leona’s eyes widened in disbelief and shock.

    And for the first time since Noah blackmailed her—she felt it.

    Fear.

    Then the creature spoke.

    His voice rumbled like a storm.

    “Stay still, you lowly hybrid.”

    He flicked his claw.

    BOOOOMMMM!

    Half of Leona’s body exploded into a mess of flesh and blood.

    …

    Elsewhere, at the same time—

    “Who the hell are you?” Lucius asked, his brows furrowed as he faced an Elfen man.

    The guy was beautiful.

    Annoyingly beautiful.

    Golden hair, bright green eyes, a smooth face that looked like it belonged on a stained-glass window in a cathedral.

    The elf smiled, watching Lucius like he was something intriguing.

    “Your talent… it’s quite interesting,” he said, voice soft, graceful.

    Lucius immediately scowled. “Back up, dude. I’m not into men.”

    The elf chuckled but ignored the jab.

    “I’m Orien,” he said. “Young heir of one of the most prominent families in the Elfen World.”

    Lucius’s gut twisted. Something about this was off. Something about him.

    Orien kept speaking like this was some lazy afternoon tea party.

    “I came here because I heard there’d be a battle. I was bored so I said why not?. But…” He turned his head toward the center of the war, watching Nephis fight Aphasia. His expression? Disappointed.

    “This wasn’t what I expected,” he sighed. “But fortunately, I found some… interesting elements.”

    His eyes scanned the silver-haired women in the distance before coming back to Lucius.

    “A completely new bloodline. One so strange it even made my bloodline feel apprehensive. And you… a child who can void mana.”

    He smiled gently. “Still weak… but you have potential.”

    Lucius didn’t say a word. He clenched his fist tightly.

    Orien stepped closer.

    “So before I go introduce myself to those lovely ladies, let me ask you something.”

    “Would you like to stop being human? To become an elf instead?”

    He grinned wide.

    “Not just any elf. A Higher Elf.”

    Lucius stared at him. Silent.

    Unimpressed.

    He didn’t give a damn about being some upgraded elf.

    And why should he?

    Noah promised he’d make him into something else entirely—something born from nothingness. A whole new being. A new race. And if there’s one thing Lucius believed—it’s that Noah kept his promises.

    So…

    “I refuse,” Lucius said coldly, drawing his black blade.

    Instantly, all the mana around him vanished—devoured.

    Orien’s expression didn’t change.

    “Are you sure?” he asked again, still smiling.

    Lucius didn’t answer. He didn’t move. Just stood on guard.

    Because even with the anti-mana zone active and distance between them, Lucius felt it.

    This guy could kill him without breaking a sweat.

    ‘Fuck… where the hell did he come from?’

    But he didn’t get time to think about it.

    Orien raised his hand.

    “If you refuse, then I’ll just have to kidnap you,” he said cheerfully.

    Too cheerfully for Lucius’s taste.

    “Dude, fuck you. I told you I don’t fucking swing that way,” Lucius snapped.

    Orien’s laughter echoed out. Musical. Joyful. Creepy as hell.

    Then—

    “Concept Activation – Cradle of the World.”

    A massive tree burst from the ground, roots wrapping around them, creating a small realm.

    Lucius’s spine chilled.

    He looked around. The air felt thick. Too thick.

    Then he realized—

    “My anti-mana… isn’t working?” he muttered, panic blooming.

    “It won’t,” Orien said, now seated on a high branch, legs swinging like a child. “I told you. Your talent is interesting, but weak. All I had to do was make the mana density overwhelming. And you can’t void it all.”

    Lucius stared at the glowing tree, then sighed. Sёarch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    “Ah… fuck my life.”

    Orien laughed again, fully enjoying himself.

    This High Elf was having way too much fun.

    …

    But the battle wasn’t just about them.

    Everywhere on the battlefield—people fought.

    And died.

    One second, someone was alive, screaming war cries—the next, dead. Slaughtered. Replaced by another.

    The ground was painted in blood. Soaked. Drenched. The scent of iron hung so heavy in the air it stuck in your throat.

    Still, no one stopped.

    The beastmen fought like rabid wolves, clawing through everything with the fury of their lineage. But they were facing Neko and Ester.

    And that was a fucking problem.

    Darkness spread like wildfire—Ester’s eternal darkness swallowed everything. Her shadow shrouded them all making them and with perfect efficiency, she killed them swiftly.

    And Neko?

    She froze time and blood itself. Her black frost crept under their skin, freezing them from the inside out.

    There was no hope.

    The Elfen forces didn’t fare much better.

    Rouge. Eric. Malrik.

    That trio was painting the battlefield with corpses.

    Eric especially was in a league of his own.

    Where Ester concealed—Eric attacked. His shadow magic was a dance of death. Smooth, elegant, poetic even.

    And deadly.

    Watching him was like watching a deadly waltz, where every twirl sliced open another throat.

    Even the weakest soldiers could feel it.

    If things kept going like this—

    The elves and beastmen would lose.

    Their rulers were being held back by Noah’s women. And even though Orien and the dragon-like beast were terrifying, they weren’t even trying.

    One was here for fun.

    The other?

    Just watching.

    So the question burned in the air:

    Was this how it ends?

    The answer came fast.

    The sky above Laeh split in half.

    A blinding crack tore open the heavens—

    And from within, beings began to descend.

    —End of Chapter 178—