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Chapter 400: Royal Blood Bastard

Luke stayed quiet this time. He left room for her to continue.

“If none of this had happened… would you have gone back?” he asked. “Or would you have chosen revenge anyway?”

Allison didn’t answer right away.

When she finally spoke, it didn’t sound like she was talking to him at all. More like she was talking to something deep inside herself.

“I don’t know anymore. Should I avenge my adoptive mother’s death? Or should I honor what she wanted before s...

Chapter 399: The Weight of the Final Step

Snow kept falling, thick and endless, soft enough to swallow every sound. The world was white and cold and quiet.

“Let me go, Luke,” Allison said. “Let me go or… or…”

They stayed like that, frozen in place, close enough to feel each other’s breath. His hands held her arms. Her blade hovered so near his throat that even a tremor would end it.

For a moment, it didn’t look like a fight at all.

“…Yeah. I lost this one,” Luke finally said. The words ca...

Chapter 398: I Won’t Let You Go

Allison’s double jump came again. She twisted midair and came down with a twin kick. The impact threw Luke backward into another broken pillar. He felt the stone shudder behind him — the castle was coming apart. Chunks of ceiling broke loose. Snow burst outward when they hit the ground.

He tried to suck in a breath, but she was already on him. Her katana carved a short arc. He jerked aside, barely. The heat of the blade brushed his clothes. He hit the ground, and Allison lowered the...

Chapter 397: Duel at the End of the World

The throne room was a ruin. The once grand walls were split open by deep fractures, and the ceiling had collapsed in several places, letting snow fall in slow, constant sheets. The cold inside was merciless. Luke felt as though he’d been plunged into a frozen lake; every breath burned, scraping his lungs raw. Snow had piled in corners and swallowed the shattered stone. Fallen pillars lay like broken bones. The place had been a fortress once. Now it was dying.

Only a handful of blue to...

Chapter 396: Last Minutes Before End

Jack lingered, rubbing the back of his neck, awkward as always.

“See you next time, Luke. Allison. I promise I’ll show up at the reunion… even though I have no idea how to get from Pennsylvania to Maine without, you know, existing on paper. Technically we’re dead. Have you guys processed that we don’t have IDs anymore?”

“Why did it have to be my state?” Luke groaned. “Why not New York or Los Angeles? I could have seen something new. But… yeah. I miss my Maine.�...

Chapter 395: No Time for Heroes

The air inside the castle seemed to hum, thick and tense. It didn’t just come from the magic in the room, it came from all of us breathing together, from the wind slipping through the cracks, from metal shifting against armor. It was a steady pressure that made people hold their breath for a moment before letting it out.

The stone walls sent footsteps echoing back. Voices overlapped, short instructions, muffled sobs. Everyone’s breathing blended together until it became a single bac...

Chapter 394: The Doll Reforms

Erza Grimhart stepped out of the shadows. Her skin was split with deep fractures, her hands chipped and incomplete. Yet with every step she took, shards of porcelain lifted from the floor and drifted toward her, stitching themselves back into place. Piece by piece, she rebuilt herself simply by continuing to walk.

“So you really can survive something like that,” Luke said.

“I told you I would. The greater the tragedy for us, the better the result,” Erza replied, as if it w...

Chapter 393: Hanging Over the Abyss

Luke hung over the vast abyss, his body held up only by his fingers, already trembling from exhaustion. The explosion that had consumed the Midnight King had finally settled, leaving behind nothing but thick dust and chunks of stone raining into the void below. The air still smelled of ash and burnt blood. Charlie was the only reason he hadn’t fallen. She was anchored to him, bracing both of their weight with the spectral chain that dragged them back toward the shattered rooftop. Luke could...

Chapter 392: Demon vs Archangel

The soldiers stared at Luke in silence, faces hollowed by defeat and the shadow of fear. A cold wind swept the field, carrying the metallic tang of blood and death. They looked at what was left of their group; only Luke remained. The others had succumbed.

The silence weighed heavier than any shout.

“It’s over…” Eleanor whispered, voice trembling so softly the wind could have swallowed it.

Luke glanced at his right hand. Two fingers were broken, bent at impossible ang...

Chapter 391: The Fury of the Midnight King

The hall was almost completely dark, lit only by the unstable reflections of the crystals. But Luke saw everything, not with his eyes, but with his demon perception, sharpened in the absence of light. The darkness gave him an edge.

[You received the Light Body buff!]

*Your body becomes lighter, retaining its original strength.*

For a brief moment, Luke's body glowed, then the energy dissipated like smoke. In the distance, Jack a...

Chapter 390: The Portal and the Midnight King

Luke and Mason scaled the outer walls of the castle. The wind howled violently, cold and sharp, slicing through the air and battering the ancient, frost-covered stones. Each step demanded balance and strength. Luke’s hands burned, his body tense, muscles trembling under the strain. Above them, the sky was a storm of black and white, swirling snow and shadow around the silhouette of the Midnight King. The light from his spells flashed through the blizzard, illuminating the ruins as he soared...

Chapter 389: The King and the Dangerous Witch

"Right here," Luke finished, tapping his mask with two fingers. "I killed the Witch in the past without even realizing it."

The silence that followed was almost tangible.

For Luke, the pieces finally clicked into place: The Witch was the Fallen Stone Angel.

The fragments of that mental puzzle, once scattered, locked together with a sharp snap inside his mind, aligning a truth that was both simple and terrifying. Somehow, the Witch was the King’s own weakness, a distorted m...

Chapter 388: Path of Stone and Blood

The pain in Luke’s belly was a living thing, sharp and steady, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Heat radiated outward from the wound, and each breath felt like a blade passing through his ribs. The stone beneath him was cold and unyielding, smelling of iron, blood, and ancient rock. For a moment all he could hear was the hollow echo of his own groan braided with the wind’s rasp through the ruined hall.

The Midnight King ripped through the roof as if the ceiling were paper. A cycl...

Chapter 387: The Contract with Death

“I accept the deal, but only with the system as the official intermediary.” Allison said.

Shit. No. Don’t.

Luke felt the mana gather in the arrow. The current flowed up from the core of his soul, racing through his limbs until it pooled in his hand. It was alive and hot, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. The energy coalesced around the projectile; with each passing second the charge thickened, the air itself trembling around it.

“And so it shall be, throug...

Chapter 386: The Dragon’s Sacrifice

“Exactly!” the Midnight King said, his laughter ringing through the hall like metal splitting apart. “You, dragon woman, possess a body that is both powerful and compatible. I want that body for myself.” His gaze locked on Allison, hungry and possessive, as if she were some ancient prize waiting to be claimed.

“Don’t worry,” he added with a cruel smile. “I was a woman once. This wouldn’t be my first exchange. As I told you before, I was powerful, unimaginably powerful....

Chapter 385: The Doll, the Phoenix, the Dragon

The Midnight King had offered a simple bargain, cruel in its own way: one of them would become his host, and in return there would be no battle. Everyone understood what facing that creature would mean. It would be a monumental fight.

“I accept the terms,” Erza said.

Her words dropped into the hall like a stone thrown into still water. For a moment that stretched out, no one moved; even the faintest sound felt like sacrilege. The air seemed to pause before it allowed itself to...

Chapter 384: The Invisible Assassin

The Midnight King’s gaze hardened.

“I’m offering you the best deal you’ll ever get. You’ll be free to return to your universe without further interference. However, out of the seven of you, one will serve as my host. After that, I and the remaining six will cross over together, along with those waiting outside the castle, of course. Unless…” His voice deepened, the hint of amusement vanishing. “You’d rather not include them in the agreement. Personally, I don’t care....

Chapter 383: Host or Death

The Midnight King sat motionless upon his throne, as if time itself had frozen around him. His body, half flesh and half stone, each patch of sculpted rock filling the void left by decay. He was something caught between the living and the dead, a king sustained only by the sheer stubbornness of existing. The cracks in his stone skin looked like withered veins, and the uneven texture of his face resembled that of an ancient corpse preserved against its will.

The great hall around him was...

Chapter 382: The Demon and the Archangel

Half of the archangel’s body was rotting away. Flesh once flawless had decayed into uneven patches, and the face exposed half of the skull beneath. The decay reached all the way to his heart; it pulsed there, blackened. His chest, covered in scraps of cloth and shards of stone, split with glowing crimson fissures under the hall’s pale light.

“Not so beautiful now, am I?” he said, letting out a rough laugh that broke into a dry cough. It grew harsher, echoing through the stone co...

Chapter 381: The King and the Throne

“You have until I reach the throne to decide. If, when I turn, you are still standing there… I will kill you.”

Almost casually, the Midnight King began to walk toward the throne. Each step thundered through the black stone hall. The sound spread, deep and reverent, as if each footfall was stealing the air from the room. Shadows lengthened and moved with him, as though the darkness itself obeyed his tread.

The force radiating from him was suffocating. The air felt thick enoug...

Chapter 380: The Angel and the Abyss

The sound of arrows slicing through the air came in rapid bursts, each one a sharp, dry snap. Eleanor loosed them one after another, fingers already numb to the heat of the bowstring. Her enchanted quiver brimmed with arrows born of her mana, each shot vanishing only for another to take its place. Before the battle, she had also gathered every arrow she could find in the camp chests, storing them in her storage item. The others who’d survived had done the same.

The undead advanced in ...

Chapter 379: The Midnight King

A deep, frigid voice echoed through the bowels of the castle, vibrating across the walls as if the stone itself were speaking. Even with the torches lit, their light seemed to die before reaching the shadows. The flames flickered weakly, swallowed by the black stone that devoured every glimmer of warmth. This place didn’t want to be seen, only felt.

“I am the one who sees all. I am the King. Come to me in the throne room, and I will deliver the Final Judgment.”

The words did...

Chapter 378: Reanimated Wyvern Core

“I don’t understand,” Franky hissed.

Luke drew in a slow breath and opened the familiar interface. A translucent panel materialized in the air, hovering amid the thick, gray haze.

[Familiar: Frankzaroth]
Race: Jormungandr
Rank: F

Familiar Skills: [Serpent’s Leap (Rare)], [Corrosive Venom (Ultra-Rare)], [Acid Jet (Epic)]

[Evolution to Rank E]: To evolve from Rank F to Rank E, the familiar must consume Magic Beast C...