Shoujo Hater-Chapter 61 - 56: The Ram Clan’s Prince
As they penetrated the black void material through Rockmill’s smart move, a strange feeling erupted within every one of them. Somehow, an unnatural gravity began pulling them downward.
Even the attempt to change direction and escape was already impossible.
Rockmill sensed the danger within the black, endless universe and transformed swiftly with a powerful beat of his wings. He managed to escape, but the sudden surge of power caused one member of the royal delegation to fall.
Before anyone could even look at him, he was transferred to a random place within a crack in Ma’hul.
Before he realized it, a massive spherical black monster was curled upon itself, its teeth shaped like spines and its eyes closed.
Its presence alone was enough to kill ten Tier 9 Dragons.
The dragon from the delegation, who had been separated from the main group, turned to look.
What he saw was a terrifying sight that made him tremble as if his soul had already left his body.
Before he could even react, he was devoured by that terrifying monster in that abandoned place. No friends, no family, nothing. It was a pathetic death for someone unimportant and insignificant.
In another part of Ma’hul, Rockmill increased his power and speed by using the gravity of Ma’hul itself. As he thought about escape, the same white instant light that had transferred them before appeared again. This time, they were lucky, as it transferred them to a less dangerous place.
Rockmill and the others smiled, having escaped death, but that relief quickly turned into fear. They had already witnessed the loss of one of their team.
“Asaria, test the ground.”
Asaria sent a fire cannon toward the ground. It vanished upon impact, and the land felt dead, but it was safe.
Rockmill returned to his original form and turned around, gasping for air while checking on everyone.
What faced him was pure darkness that devoured all foresight. He could only see the core energy vessels of his group.
He was about to give a new order, but Dragal and Asaria activated orange flames, lighting up the surrounding darkness.
Rockmill took a long breath.
The damage was minimal.
Escanor’s eyes froze. He feared death, but the fear of his master dying was far stronger.
Stormy grew tense.
Even Dragal, who had conflicts with Asaria, did not dare think about such things now.
“Change in plans. We will change our formation. We will all ride the weaker dragon.
Transform now, newcomer. I need to save our energy for threatening enemies. Once we face a place filled with many beings, we will switch to Stormy, since he is the fastest.
If we face battle, we will return to our original formation. If the enemy is too strong, we will sacrifice the weakest. Anyone who disobeys, I am ready to kill.”
Silence echoed.
As Escanor took the lead in flying, a bad feeling washed over him.
“We need to find a safe place here quickly.”
Escanor obeyed the command, and they began flying in search of caves.
However, as they continued, they realized they were returning to the same point, as if trapped within an illusion.
Before anyone could react, a mysterious figure appeared in front of Escanor.
With his left hand placed on Escanor’s head, he slammed his body into the ground with a crash. Escanor’s skull split open, blood spilling instantly.
Before anyone could make a sound, the figure was already behind Stormy, his hand piercing through Stormy’s heart.
He crushed it and absorbed its energy.
With a puff, Stormy’s dead body fell, and his soul was obliterated.
Rockmill, Dragal, and Asaria realized the situation and transformed into their dragon forms.
Escanor could not even move. His legs trembled uncontrollably from what he had seen. The three leaders of the Dragon Delegation had already been beheaded, in addition to Stormy, who was now dead.
At that moment, the massive dragons stood: Escanor, Rockmill, Dragal, and Asaria.
All eyes turned toward the terrifying figure standing before them.
Against them stood the mysterious black figure they had failed to detect earlier. He was calmly sitting on the ground, waiting for their move, his right hand resting against his skull.
His height was around 1.9 meters. He wore a black ram mask with two long horns. His clothes were entirely black, and his crimson-red eyes reflected a body thirsty for blood.
“Mmmmmm...”
A dark voice echoed from him.
“I will give you all ten seconds to launch your strongest attacks. If you perform well, I may leave one of you alive. If not, you will all be dead within five seconds.”
Without a moment of hesitation, Rockmill, Dragal, and Asaria formed a massive triple magic circle. That was all they had.
The three magic circles merged together as if three stars were collapsing into one.
They unleashed a combined dragon breath blast mixed with burning rocks.
It was as if they were burning their very blessing cores just to survive.
The moment the attack was released and arrived at the mysterious figure, a large explosion erupted, sending Escanor a few meters away even though he was so far.
As they exhaled a breath of relief, dark energy erupted from within the flames, revealing the mysterious figure standing untouched. His eyes glowed with death.
He raised one finger, and massive crimson dark energy began to gather around it.
As the three dragons tried to separate from each other to increase their chances of escaping, four fast, thin blasts pierced through them. Two struck the heads of Dragal and Rockmill, obliterating their skulls, while the other two tore through Asaria’s wings as she struggled to flee.
The mysterious figure appeared above Asaria’s body, and with his strength, he sent her crashing into the ground.
As Escanor’s anger flared and tears streamed down his face, his nerves sparked and his teeth clenched, tasting blood.
In that moment, hate had surpassed fear.
The mysterious figure raised one hand, stopping Escanor, while with the other, he penetrated the struggling Asaria as he began consuming her heart.
“Mastereeeeeeeeeeer!”
A massive surge of energy erupted from Escanor. Breaking through the paralyzing force, blood streaming from his nose, he struck the ram-masked monster directly in the head.
“Mmmmmm!!!!!
Interesting, you caught my eyes!!!!”
With a swift burst of energy from the ram-masked monster, Escanor was pushed back several meters.
“Here’s a little surprise for you.”
The ram-masked figure removed his mask, revealing a handsome face framed by black hair and crimson eyes, surrounded by darkness. A massive dark aura erupted around him, and his crimson eyes glowed, causing Escanor’s body to bleed as he collapsed to his knees.
“Stand proud, kid. You survived my test. I will give you a chance to live, since you entertained me more than the others.”
The young ram-masked man captured Escanor, and with incredible speed, he moved toward a section of the dark barrier of Ma’hul.
He placed his hand on it, and with an explosion, he tore open a hole. With a surge of strength, he projected Escanor through it. Then he raised his finger, sending a blast of light into Escanor’s body, as if leaving a final message.
Then the Ma’hul closed its hole.
“I wish I could leave this place... but it seems the time hasn’t come yet.
Mmmmmm!
That was boring.
They were truly pathetic, but that little dragon has great anger.
What should I do now?
It seems my break time has ended.
Should I hunt more, or take this hunt for the clan?
Also, it seems I will need to make more new enemies, because the old ones are dead.
I just finished the last enemies. I gave them a chance for two Nyrels.
But nah, instead of growing stronger, they ended up being killed in two hits.
Last time I only left two.
That’s why they turned pathetic too.
So this time, I updated my treatment.
I only left one of their offspring. I ate their daughter and left their son alive.
That kid should try to build some good hatred, and turn it into something worthwhile.
I expect this kid and that dragon not to disappoint me.
Or maybe I shouldn’t rely on making just two this time, or I’ll end up disappointed again.
I may make another ten along the way.
So the count would be twelve this time.
I just need to remember their names, or it will end as a one-sided grudge only.
I am truly a genius.
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Reader’s Archive:
Nyrel is a unique unit of time in Ma’hul, born from the realm’s distorted laws of existence. It represents a fraction of a much larger temporal cycle, during which the chaotic energies of the realm align temporarily. Time in Ma’hul is unstable and non-linear, so Nyrels are used to mark smaller intervals within the grand cosmic flow.
In short, a Nyrel is not just a measure of time, but a segment of a greater temporal cycle that defines the rhythm of Ma’hul itself.
