Super.Dawg

Chapter 176

Suri had changed.

Not in power—though that was certainly part of it—but in attitude. Something inside her had been unleashed, and now she reveled in it like a storm given a human form.

“[Lightning Bolt]!”

“[Lightning Bolt]!”

Boom.

“[Lightning—Bolt!]”

Her laughter echoed across the sandstone cavern, bouncing off dunes and broken pillars like the crackle of an overcharged thunderhead. Illusi...

Chapter 175

The next morning greeted them with a winter sky the color of beaten steel. Frost clung to the edges of the mountain trail, brittle under their boots, snapping softly with every step. Their breaths misted into the cold air as Kana’s group pushed higher, toward the rumored entrance of the low-mid level dungeon somewhere on the ridge.

Snow flurries drifted lazily at first—then thickened, carried by a cutting wind. The mountain felt alive, watching, whispering around them not as thick a...

Chapter 174

The results of both written and physical examinations would only be posted after the academy resumed. Until then, uncertainty lingered like frost on glass—thin, cold, impossible to shake off.

By dawn, the academy resembled a ghost town. Hallways once filled with chatter now echoed only with the distant creak of doors and the wind dragging snow across the courtyards. Students had scattered toward their homes, their inns, their villages—anywhere but here.

After a string of goodb...

Chapter 173

Examination week descended upon the academy like a quiet storm.

Not the loud kind—the creeping, suffocating sort that stole laughter first, then sleep, and finally hope. Hallways that were normally bursting with chatter now felt hollow. Every footstep echoed. Even the breeze seemed afraid to disturb anyone’s concentration.

In the first-year history classroom, the silence was a pressure on its own. Students hunched over their desks, fighting their battles with quill and parchme...

Chapter 172

Kana was upside down again.

She hung her head off the back of the chair, legs draped over the top, letting the blood rush to her brain as if that somehow helped her think. The book she’d pretended to read slid off her stomach and thumped onto the wooden floor.

Instead of sitting up like a normal person, Kana slowly… painfully slowly… crawled toward it. Fingertips stretched. Body dragging like a dying animal. Not once did she flip right-side up.

Suri looked over from he...

Chapter 171

Suri hummed softly as the wagon rattled along the frosted road, the wheels creaking in a steady rhythm that somehow matched the tune escaping her lips. Her mood—once a storm cloud following the caravan—had finally lifted. Even the winter chill that seeped through the canvas walls felt gentler now, as if the world itself shared her relief.

“Oh—it’s here!” Suri exclaimed suddenly.

She scooted toward the back of the wagon and lifted the flap. A blast of cold air rushed in...

Chapter 170

A few days ago.

Unlike the bustling southern gate, where caravans clogged the roads and merchants spilled into the dirt paths like ants from a hill, the western gate felt strangely empty. The winter air hung thick and cold, carrying only the quiet shuffle of boots and the distant creak of wooden carts. Snow clung to the stone walls in soft white patches, like a thin blanket slowly swallowing the kingdom’s outer defenses.

Kana pulled her hood lower as their small group approached...

Chapter 169

It had been two weeks since the students left the northern fortress. Spirits were high across most of the caravans—laughter drifting from wagons, tired students daydreaming of warm beds and familiar streets. The frost-bitten journey home always felt lighter when danger was behind them.

Except for one wagon.

Suri sat alone inside it, wrapped in a thick fur-lined cloak, staring blankly at the shifting forests beyond the wooden slats. Everyone else was excited to go home. She felt ...

Chapter 168

Kana weighed every outcome before taking a single step.

She could burn the camp down.

A swift blaze in the frozen night—chaos, confusion, panic.

But too many would survive, slipping into the dark, regrouping then most likely rebuild their territory.

That was the problem.

This must be a purge.

None of them must live.

When the last of the prisoners vanished into the shadows, Kana moved.

Her heartbeat slowed—not from fear, but from focus. Zia�...

Chapter 167

A cold breeze whispered across the plains as Kana marched into the hidden camp.

She hadn’t expected anything like this.

The camp sprawled across the frozen earth like a parasite—far larger than any bandit operation she’d imagined—its crude wooden buildings outlined by ghost-blue moonlight. Winter winds bit sharply through the seams of her clothes, numbing her fingers. The smell of damp wood, smoke, and too many unwashed bodies clung to the air. Surprisingly, she preferred ...

Chapter 166

Kana walked with her hood pulled low, the fading afternoon light catching the edges of her thoughts the way it caught the side of the road—slanting, sharp, revealing things she wished she could ignore.

The capital loomed far to the northern direction, but her mind drifted northward, again and again.

Days had passed, yet the battle in the frozen north clung to her like a scent she couldn’t wash off. The echoes of those five masked attackers. The cold certainty in the twins’ m...

Chapter 165

“Looks like I made it in time,” Kana whispered, her breath fogging against the windowpane.

Below her, the streets churned with motion—empire guards in uniform, their boots clattering against the cobblestone. She could hear their shouts echoing up the narrow street.

“Find the girl! Red eyes—she can’t have gone far!”

Her stomach twisted. Her hunch was right. They were close and searching for her. The twins must have some sort of authority to allow this kind of wi...

Chapter 164

They entered the private chamber as if it were theirs. The room smelled faintly of incense and old paper; tapestries hung heavy on the walls, woven with the sigils of the House of Saud—threads that caught and held the light in odd, slow-moving ripples. A low fire burned in the hearth, but the chamber’s true light seemed to come from the governor herself: A quiet aura that didn’t glow so much as insist on being noticed.

Outside the city, everyone bowed to the Emperor. Inside the em...

Chapter 163

Everything had already ended when they arrived.

The wind carried the scent of ash and blood, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of burned mana. The once-flat clearing was unrecognizable—tents torn apart, scattered like the remains of a storm. The ground itself had been shattered, fissures splitting it open like the veins of a wounded earth. Some were deep enough to swallow a man whole.

They didn’t need to be told what happened here. The landscape spoke for itself—this wa...

Chapter 162

Kana woke up, startled.

The world outside her wooden cocoon was no longer bathed in the silver hue of dawn—it was drenched in gold and crimson. The sun was already sinking beyond the horizon, painting the plains in fading light.

She cursed under her breath. She’d overslept.

Her body ached as she pushed the bark aside and crawled out of the hollow tree. Every muscle protested. Her mana reserves had recovered, but her stamina—her real endurance—was still.. she just fel...

Chapter 161

Again?

The word echoed in her mind like a curse.

Kana shuddered. The cold wasn’t what made her tremble—it was the feeling creeping around her, that quiet, unseen pressure that came before death. She’d felt it before, too many times to count. That faint shift in the air, that tightening of the world. The knowledge that someone—or something—had chosen her as prey.

For some reason, she knew that feeling well.

Death is so close.

Her chest ...

Chapter 160

The wind cut across the open field like a living thing—sharp, cold, and merciless. Snow whipped sideways, blurring the horizon into shifting white ghosts.

Suri’s illusions spread through the storm, faint distortions in the ground like heat ripples. Her mana laced through each one, forming echoes of her senses—phantoms she could see through, scattered across the field.

She walked among her students, their breaths misting in the air, their boots crunching through frost. These ...

Chapter 159

They emerged from the tunnel into a world painted white.

Snow stretched to the horizon, endless and cruel, swallowing every sound. The wind clawed at their cloaks, scattering flurries across the barren plain like ash from a dying fire.

Ryle squinted against the glare. Beyond the field of frost, a thin column of black smoke curled into the sky. His stomach tightened.

The garrison.

The thought hit him before the words did. He blinked, uncertain. “Is that…?”

A...

Chapter 158

The battlefield had gone quiet.

Only the hiss of snow filled the air, where different skills had scorched the ground moments earlier. The scent of burnt fur and iron clung to everything even though the dungeon monster's body had already vanished.

Boris planted his spear into the ground and whistled. “That took longer than I thought. But they’re not that tough. Most of them fight like low-mid dungeon beasts.”

Unlike Boris, the rest of the front line didn’t look as tri...

Chapter 157

Andel’s lance hummed in his hands, faint arcs of lightning snapping across the haft and racing toward the tip. The air smelled sharp—ozone and frost—and the power made the fine hairs on his arms rise.

He grinned.

His new passive skill. [Lightning Synergy]

Kana’s suggestion had seemed odd at first, experimental perhaps—a combination skill meant to amplify kinetic strikes with elemental feedback. But now, as sparks bled off the metal like restless sp...

Chapter 156

The air smelled of dust and old metal. Crates loomed around them like silent sentinels as Artin, Kana, Mica, Ryle, Ger and Shai crouched low, their breath misting in the chill. The building they had entered was wrong—It wasn’t where the prince was being held.

“What are they doing?” Mica whispered, eyes narrowed.

“Moving somewhere,” Artin said after a glance through a crack between the crates. “We need to reach the prince’s cell before they relocate him.”

Ac...

Chapter 155

When the garrison’s wall fell, Suri expected men to pour out.

Instead, dungeon monsters came like an endless stream.

The first that stepped into the light was wrong—too many limbs, its body stitched from the parts of other beasts. Then came the next, and the next. 

A hundred different nightmares spilling out as if the garrison itself were a wound torn open to the depths of the dungeons.

Suri’s breath caught. Her illusions flickered across the battlefield, fl...

Chapter 154

After hours of waiting, the ground trembled.

At first, it was faint — a low groan in the earth’s belly, like some ancient creature shifting in its sleep. Then came the rattle of falling stones. Dust sifted from the tunnel ceiling, coating their hair and shoulders.

Mica flinched, pressing her back against the wall. “What is happening now?”

No one answered. The echo of shouting followed — distant, overlapping voices that rolled through the tunnels like thunder. A bat...

Chapter 153

“This deep should be right, right?” Artin’s voice echoed faintly from below, distorted by stone and distance.

Kana crouched near the hole, cold air breathing out from its mouth like the exhale of some slumbering beast. The tunnel was just wide enough for two people to crawl through at once—tight, dark, and steep.

Ger’s voice came muffled from within. “Dig a bit deeper!”

A low scraping answered him—claws on rock. The sound grated through the silence, steady, m...

Chapter 152

The snow never stopped. It whispered around their boots, crunching softly with every step as they made their way toward the garrison. The wind carried no scent—only the hollow chill of a world that felt half-dead.

Kana walked near the front, her hand resting lightly on her blade’s hilt. She had learned a few things during the trek. Mica, Ger, and Ryle’s group had faced nothing unusual—no ambushes, no lurking beasts—but they had fought more monsters than usual. Twice the normal...

Chapter 151

The air around them thickened as the giant feline landed, its paws sinking deep into the snow. Frost scattered from the impact, a low rumble escaping its throat—a growl so deep it felt like the ground itself was warning anyone foolish enough to move.

Kana’s instincts kicked in, dagger half-drawn before she recognized the blur that leapt from the beast’s back.

“Mica?” Kana said.

The great feline purred—a guttural, thunderous sound—and began circling Kana, pressi...

Chapter 150

The northern wind howled like a living thing, dragging curtains of snow across the frozen plain. Kana moved through it in silence—little more than a shadow gliding over white. Each breath came out as mist, quick and shallow, vanishing before it reached her eyes.

Earlier at camp, after Suri delivered the principal’s orders, Kana approached all her party members who had reached lvl 10 with the exception of Boris, Suri, Leo and Adam then left. It was strangely exciting and she learned ...

Chapter 149

Blood clung to the canvas walls like dark petals.

The stench of copper filled the air so thickly that one of the northern soldiers almost tasted it when he stepped inside the tent. The five captives—what was left of them—sat where they’d been tied, glowing threads of Zia’s [Bind] skill was nowhere to be found. No life pulled against it anymore.

They were gone.

Every single one.

Wor-en stood at the center of it all, a grim shadow cast by the lam...

Chapter 148

The clang of steel still echoed faintly from the frontlines. The air smelled of ozone and burnt leather — the byproduct of too many skills casted too quickly. Kana could feel the vibration of battle even from where she stood, like the heartbeat of the earth itself thrumming beneath her boots.

Up ahead, Boris and Jarl led the push. Boris' massive spear swung in clean, practiced arcs, while Jarl, the captain of the squad barked orders that cut through the noise. The monsters were falter...

Chapter 147

It was a woman.

Long red hair spilled from beneath her hood, though most of it was hidden beneath the black cloak that marked the enemy. The way she moved told Suri enough — calm, deliberate, practiced. She wasn’t like the others. This one saw through tricks. The woman’s gaze swept the battlefield with the stillness of a veteran; even through the storm, Suri could tell.

She could already tell what was an illusion and what wasn’t.

That alone made her dangerous.

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