"Five of you, come here."

She ordered it calmly, almost lazily... and yet the effect was immediate. All five men broke out into cold sweats as if a blade had just been pressed to their throats.

Even so, none of them hesitated.

They stepped forward at once, boots brushing softly against the grass, their backs straight, eyes lowered just enough to show respect. But beneath that discipline... there was stiffness. Coldness. The kind that came from standing before someone who could end them without effort.

"It seems you have time to be dwindling around rather than training."

The words were light. Too light.

"No, Commander!" they thundered in unison, voices tight, their composure cracking at the edges despite their efforts to hold it together.

From the side, I watched the exchange, a faint flicker of curiosity passing through my eyes.

Previously, I had only been able to vaguely sense their presence... like shadows at the edge of perception. Now, it was different. Clear. Defined.

Each of them stood firmly at the master level.

Just like me.

That realization settled in quietly, but it didn’t shake me. If anything, it sharpened something inside my chest.

I glanced at Rosaline, narrowing my eyes slightly.

What exactly was she planning?

There was no reason to call them here... unless—

A faint smirk tugged at her lips as she turned, pointing directly at me.

"You five will face him in a battle."

Ah.

So that was it.

From their previous fight days ago, Rosaline had already understood something most people wouldn’t. Aristarkh wasn’t someone who could be measured with common sense. A genius, yes... but more than that, something unpredictable.

Even after my breakthrough, she didn’t trust assumptions.

She wanted proof.

Limits.

And judging by the glint in her eyes... she intended to find them.

The five men were visibly taken aback.

One of them forced a polite smile, though it faltered almost immediately.

"Master... surely you don’t mean for us to face him, right? That would be too overkill."

They had heard about my breakthrough.

But in their minds, it was sudden. Unstable. Shallow.

A hollow rise in power.

A wry smile pulled at the corner of my lips.

"Now you’re just making things difficult for me for no reason."

"I’ll grant you whichever favor you desire if you can defeat them..."

Her voice softened slightly.

Not much... but enough.

There was something hidden beneath it. A quiet intent, coiled and deliberate.

I caught it instantly.

A sharp light flashed through my eyes.

Rosaline’s gaze lingered on me, waiting.

Measuring.

I clicked my tongue.

"You underestimate me... a lot."

For a brief moment, she looked genuinely taken aback.

But she didn’t take back her offer.

The five men glanced between us, confusion spreading across their faces.

What the hell was going on?

The question echoed silently between them, growing heavier with each passing second.

"You five..."

I stretched my fingers slowly, joints cracking faintly in the quiet air as I pointed at them.

"Come at me. I’ll give you a chance to attack... so you won’t look weak in front of your commander."

"Such arrogance!" one of them snapped instantly, anger flaring like dry tinder catching flame.

Young master or not... there were limits.

He had just stepped onto the cursed path days ago.

And yet—

He was looking down on them?

Rosaline stepped back calmly, creating distance, her expression unreadable.

But there it was again.

That glimmer.

Curiosity.

Expectation.

She had had sex with me, yes... had felt me in ways no one else had.

But strength?

That was something else entirely.

Something she still hadn’t fully seen.

’Aristarkh... don’t disappoint me...’

A faint smirk curved her lips.

Meanwhile, the five had already begun to move.

They spread out, circling me slowly, their steps light but precise, blades whispering faintly as they adjusted their grips. The grass bent beneath their boots, the air tightening with each passing second.

Their weapons—still in hand from training—gleamed faintly, coated in a thin, pulsing sheen of cursed energy.

"Everyone! Charge!"

The shout tore through the air—

—and they moved.

They didn’t hold back.

They couldn’t afford to.

Roarrrr!!!

A thunderous explosion of power erupted outward.

Flames burst into existence, heat distorting the air. Lightning lashed out from a spear, crackling violently as it split the space between us. A dagger sliced forward with terrifying precision, its shriek cutting through the chaos like a blade through flesh.

Wind howled into existence, spiraling into a violent tornado, dragging dust and grass into the air as a crushing shockwave followed behind it.

The sound alone was enough to shake the courtyard.

Heads turned instantly.

"What’s happening there?!"

Soldiers abandoned their training, rushing forward, drawn by the sheer violence of the clash.

Seeing Rosaline watching, they immediately understood.

A fight.

But who?

Their eyes burned with curiosity as they fixed their gazes on the impact point—

Bang!

The attacks collided in a violent explosion, dust erupting skyward, grass tearing free from the earth as the shockwave rolled outward.

Rosaline’s eyes narrowed slightly.

She could still feel my aura.

Untouched.

An impressed light flickered in her gaze.

’He’s stronger than I thought...’

But that wasn’t enough.

Not even close.

’You are strong... but how strong...?’

A gust of wind swept through the field, clearing the dust—

—revealing me, standing exactly where I had been.

Not a single crease disturbed my clothes.

Not even a speck of dirt.

"Would you look at that..." I said softly, a chilling smile spreading across my lips. "You lot almost harmed me..."

Something in my tone—

Something subtle—

made their spines tremble.

"Everyone look out!"

They snapped into motion instantly, senses flaring, trying to locate the incoming attack—

...but it was everywhere.

Too late.

Even if they had reacted faster... it wouldn’t have mattered.

The moment they attacked me, the outcome had already been decided.

Hades’ Eyes.

The reason I never panicked.

With it, reality itself became... negotiable.

Their attacks—just moments away from reaching me—had already been turned into illusions. Rewritten. Stripped of consequence.

And now—

I returned them.

I formed a minuscule domain, barely large enough to encompass the battlefield, and within it, I replicated everything they had just unleashed.

Only—

Stronger.

Ten times stronger.

And then...

I released it.

The air screamed.

Thunder cracked overhead, violent and oppressive.

Fire surged outward, brighter, hotter—fed by raging winds. Lightning coiled through it like a living thing, while countless spinning daggers tore through the chaos, each one aimed with lethal precision.

Their faces drained of color instantly.

They couldn’t defend.

Not because they were weak—

But because I had erased the distance.

The space between them... and the attack... no longer existed.

Impact was inevitable the moment it began.

Bang!

The battlefield erupted.

Rosaline moved.

No hesitation. No warning.

Just motion.

A blur.

In less than a heartbeat, she appeared between them and the attack, her presence crashing down like a wall.

And then—

Everything shattered.

Every flame. Every bolt of lightning. Every blade.

Gone.

Erased.

I didn’t even see how she did it.

A sharp breath escaped me as I stared at her, a flicker of genuine awe slipping through.

So this... was her true strength.

Her expression, however—

Shock.

Real, unhidden shock.

My lips curled slowly into a satisfied grin.

Rosaline stared back at me.

Her lips twitched once.

Then again.

What... was that?

Her gaze swept across the field—the five men collapsed on the ground, drenched in cold sweat, their bodies trembling uncontrollably... the surrounding soldiers frozen in stunned silence, eyes wide with disbelief.

She clenched her jaw.

"I need fifty people..." she began, voice tight, controlled. "The first one to land a hit on—"

"There’s no need to worry, Master..."

A light, feminine voice drifted through the air, soft... but carrying effortlessly across the battlefield.

"I just returned from my mission and heard the news about brother’s increase in strength."

Sylvia.

A glint appeared in her eyes as she stepped forward, her gaze locking onto me with sharp interest.

"I want to experience his strength myself..."

I glanced at her, a faint smile forming.

Good.

She was back.

And after dealing with my mother...

There was no way I’d let my twin sister walk free. Just the thought of having two of them, wedged towards each other, my cock nestled between their warm pussies, was enough to send a slight shiver up my spine.

For a moment I almost couldn’t control myself from ravaging her right there and now. But I controlled myself. I had to...

At least for now.