CHAPTER 470: 470. ZUZIA VS TYLER

Myrtle and the Phantom girls sat in a loose circle of chairs, all eyes fixed on the small pearl resting on the table. The pearl shimmered faintly, but inside it swirled a miniature landscape—mountains, rivers, and a glowing sky contained in a sphere no bigger than a fist.

"The Pocket Dimension Orb..." Myrtle was suprised.

Lily nodded, her expression was neutral, "Dragon Princess and Captain Phantom Blackwood went inside not long ago. They might have already started."

The others were just sitting and waiting.

And inside that pocket dimension— chaos.

Just as Lily said, Zuzia and Tyler have already started.

Tyler started with his normal doom move. A wall of Ice appeared behind Zuzia blocking her path and Tyler punched her with red scales around his arm.

Zuzia simply used her wings to defend it.

They were fighting.

How did it come to this?

---

A few hours earlier...

Convincing Zuzia a.k.a Zuzanna, to postpone the "mating" she demanded. Tyler rubbed his temple, wondering if he had already lost the battle before it even began.

"Zuzia," he tried patiently, "we need to go to Nox Pass. From what we’ve heard, the Orion Cube will appear there in a few years."

Zuzia blinked at him. "Onion Cube? Diced onion?"

Her reaction wasn’t surprising. Myrtle’s was.

"O-Orion Cube?" Myrtle’s eyes went wide. "The legendary fragment from the Northern End? They say whoever enters has a ninety-nine percent chance of becoming immortal!"

Tyler nodded. "Yeah... but we don’t have Orion Cube fragments."

Myrtle’s face fell immediately. "Then it’s useless," she muttered, the light of excitement dimming from her eyes.

"But," Tyler said, drawing the word out, "we do know someone who has fragments."

"Huh..." Myrtle frowned. "The beings who hold Orion fragments are practically loose immortals. Hungry ghosts— always chasing a method to step into true immortality."

Tyler shook his head. "Not loose immortals. More like Grandmaster or Maybe just at Divine Seeker realm."

While they debated, Zuzia had completely lost interest in the Orion Cube. Instead, her fingers trailed across Tyler’s arm as she leaned in close.

"Are you strong now? Myrtle only mates with the strong..." she murmured, her tone far too serious for Myrtle’s comfort.

"Princess!" Myrtle squeaked, her cheeks blazing red as a faint glow radiated off her skin. "Please stop saying things like that! With 400 years of my life, I never mated even once. "

Zuzia tilted her head, ignoring the protest. Her orange eyes locked on Tyler. "Well? Strong or not?"

Tyler gave a weary smile. "Zuzia... are you coming with us, or are you planning to stay here and play princess?"

Her answer came without hesitation.

"Fight me. First."

And that was how they ended up locked in combat inside pocket dimension world, while outside, Myrtle and the Phantom girls stared anxiously at the glowing orb— wondering if they’d get their captain back in one piece.

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Tyler had already removed his Phantom Mask. His face, usually calm and unreadable, was now exposed, though every inch of his body was covered in shimmering red scales. The scales rippled faintly like molten metal, glowing faintly but instead of heat, it was emitting cold.

Mode Dragon.

With a flick of his hand, Tyler summoned the Abyss Trident. He hurled it into the sky, the weapon cutting through the air like a streak of lightning.

Zuzia’s wings spread wide, obsidian-black with glowing lava veins pulsing under the membrane, and with effortless grace she dodged the attack. The trident whistled past her, disappearing into the clouds above. Then, from her lips, came a sound:

"Gawr..."

It was supposed to be a roar, but it came out small and oddly adorable, like a cub trying to growl. Yet despite its cuteness, Tyler felt a sudden, splitting headache lance through his skull. If not for his loose-immortal-level divine sense reinforcing his mind, he might have fainted outright.

He grimaced. Cute... but deadly.

Before he could gather himself, Zuzia flapped her wings once and vanished from sight, reappearing right in front of him. Her slender leg shot out in a clean kick. Tyler didn’t even react in time— the blow landed squarely in his chest, sending him flying like a cannonball.

He spun through the air, coughing out sparks, before forcing himself to focus.

"Celestial Chess Domain!"

In an instant, a massive chessboard materialized beneath them. Red and blue squares sprawled endlessly across the ground m, glowing faintly.

"Chariot!"

The momentum of his flight suddenly canceled. He righted himself instantly and stood tall.

Zuzia hovered above him, laughing in her melodic, teasing voice. "You’re slow."

Tyler narrowed his eyes. "We’ll see about that."

He raised a hand. The air thickened, dark clouds forming overhead. Within moments, rain poured down, hissing as it struck the heated earth around Zuzia’s wings.

"Celestial Rain Domain"

Tyler blurred, vanishing like a phantom. He reappeared behind her in a flash, his fist slamming into her back. The impact sent Zuzia hurtling downward like a meteor. She crashed into the mud with a thunderous boom, her face pressed flat against the ground.

Tyler crossed his arms smugly. "Now who’s slow?"

"...Heh heh..."

Tyler froze. "Heh heh?"

Zuzia chuckled oddly as she pushed herself up, wiping mud from her cheek. Her body began to glow, crimson lines spreading across her skin. Then, before his eyes, she transformed. Her humanoid figure stretched, expanded, and twisted until a massive obsidian dragon stood where she once had been. Lava-like veins glowed between her scales, throbbing with terrifying heat.

She threw her head back and unleashed a roar.

This time, it was no "gawr." This was a true roar—a sound that split the heavens. Clouds above were ripped apart by the sheer force of it.

Tyler’s jaw tightened. "Alright, we’re just testing strength. No need to get—"

A column of fire spewed from her mouth, cutting off his words. Tyler’s body blurred away in the nick of time, the flames pouring down like a fiery waterfall. The rain evaporated instantly, turning the battlefield into a steaming inferno.

He reappeared far off, his clothes singed and smoking. The ends of his cloak had already burned away, his face blackened with soot.

"Zuzia..." he growled, exhaling smoke. "You’re at Divine Seeker Realm now. You’re definitely stronger than me. So stop before—"

Another swipe of her claws cut across the space he occupied. Tyler’s body was sliced into three diagonal pieces... only for the fragments to shatter into ice.

The real Tyler materialized a dozen feet away, cold mist rising around him. His eyes gleamed sharply.

"Alright. You asked for it."

Raindrops from his domain swirled around him like tiny blades, boosting his speed. He shot forward, reappearing above the giant dragon.

Unbeknownst to Zuzia, her massive body was standing squarely on a red chessboard tile—the square that reduced enemy physical and Magic defenses.

"Mystic Ice Arts..."

A massive spiked mace of pure ice formed above Tyler’s head, crackling with frost. He gripped it with both hands and swung it down with brutal force.

Boom!

The mace slammed into Zuzia’s skull. She roared in pain, staggering back.

"That hurts!" she complained, her voice echoing directly in his head via transmission, with a pout that didn’t match her enormous draconic form.

Tyler held back a sigh. She was pouting —in the middle of a battle.

He still had another technique ready: Brain Freeze – Icicles, a mental attack powered by his divine sense. It would pierce her mind and subdue her instantly. But He didn’t want to use such a cruel move on Zuzia.

Instead, he braced himself as her chest glowed brightly.

"Not again..."

Another torrent of fire blasted forth, colliding with his mace. Ice hissed and cracked as flames ate away at it. For a moment, they were locked in equilibrium. But slowly, inevitably, the fire pushed through.

The ice mace shattered.

Flames surged around Tyler, consuming his defenses. His enchanted garments melted to ash in seconds. When the inferno cleared, he was left floating in the air completely bare —except for the dragon scales covering his body.

Zuzia’s molten-orange eyes lit up with mischief. Her wings folded as she lunged toward him.

"Zuzia—wait—"

But before he could react, her enormous form shrank, collapsing inward until she was once again a charming young woman. Her obsidian scales retreated into smooth pale skin, her fiercesome Aura vanished and... so did her clothes.

Tyler’s eyes went wide.

Too late. She crashed into him, tackling him midair. Both of them tumbled down, red scales against bare skin, until Tyler instinctively undid his dragon form as well. The clash of battle had shifted into something far more intimate.

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Outside the pocket dimension, the Phantom girls sat in silence, watching the swirling pearl.

Mana’s face turned crimson. She coughed into her hand. "Oh... they started fighting."

Myrtle tilted her head in confusion. "Just started fighting? They’ve been in there for hours..."

Mana gave a knowing smile. "That’s because this is... a different kind of fight. It might even take a day to finish."

Mathilda, realizing the truth, stood abruptly. "That’s it. I’m going in." She strode straight into the pocket dimension without hesitation.

"Me too," Mana added, following right after.

Lily clicked her tongue in irritation. "Tsk. That guy..." She turned away, pretending not to care.

Myrtle stood frozen, uncertain whether to go in as well. "Should I—"

Lily stopped her with a hand. "Don’t. They’re mating."

"...Huh?" Myrtle’s face froze. Her cheeks flamed scarlet a second later.

Before she could recover, they noticed Darla had also slipped silently into the pocket dimension without a word.

The Fight continued for three days.