The Heroine is My Stepsister, and I'm her Final Boss-Chapter 160 - 161: Primes together strong.

The battlefield was a wound in the earth, oozing ash and the sharp tang of burnt mana.The ground hissed under the weight of energy, molten veins cracking through the charred soil. Overhead, the clouds spun into themselves, grey and furious, as if the sky itself resented what had just transpired.

Number Seven’s eyes, wide and anxious, locked onto him, her spear trembling in her grip. She’d never seen someone like him—an enemy who didn’t just fight but danced through her attacks, his black hair a shadow, his golden eyes a storm. Her spear, infused with enough mana to shatter stone, had met his bare palm and stopped. Iron Palm should’ve been a joke against her force, a B-tier skill crumbling under her prime-tier might. But Atlas wasn’t just skill. He was a foundation forged in blood and will, his system amplifying every muscle, every organ, every inch of skin into something more. Something other.

’I don’t think my weakened state’s gonna bother me here, he thought, a smirk tugging at his lips. His body, nerfed by the virus, was a shadow of its peak—Bone at 120, Muscle at 110, Mana Nerves locked at 340—but his skills sang, each one a hammer striking the anvil of his soul.

Her strikes came fast. Blood sprayed, a nick here, a graze there, but nothing deep enough to slow him. His Truth Eyes burned, mapping her movements, her mana’s ebb and flow, her heart’s double beat—a prime’s unnatural rhythm. He moved like thought, like hunger with skin.

"Faster," Atlas taunted, his voice a low growl, dripping with mockery. He sidestepped her spear, the air hissing as it missed his throat by a hair. "More power."

Another dodge, his Supersonic skill humming, the world slowing to a crawl. Her spear slashed, a crescent of mana that carved a trench in the dirt, but he was already gone, his boots light as air.

"Pierce! Slash!" he called, his tone sharp, like a coach goading a failing student. "Oh, you’re getting there... just need some pain." He cracked his knuckles, the sound a gunshot in the silence.

POW.

His fist slammed into her stomach, a brutal strike that doubled her over. Her armor, laced with defensive spells, should’ve held. Her Iron Dome enchantment, woven into her very flesh, could shatter blades without a scratch. But Atlas’s punch wasn’t just force—it was a violation, a crack in the universe’s logic. She gasped, her breath a ragged sob, her eyes wide with shock.

What was this?

POW.

Another blow, this one to her side, sent her flying. She hit the ground hard, the crater’s edge crumbling under her weight, fairy core dust sparking around her like a halo of defeat. Her armor groaned, enchantments flickering, her body trembling as she forced herself to her knees.

"Who... the fuck are you?" she choked out, her voice raw, blood trickling from her lip.

Atlas stood over her, his shadow long and dark, his smile a blade. "What, your brother took more than two shots from me—and that was when I was at my peak. I’m actually...weak right now."

His tone was casual, but his eyes burned, golden and merciless, a prince carved from madness.

Seven’s hands shook as she gripped her spear, dragging herself to her feet. Her steps were slow, each one a battle against her own body. "You... your black hair... and golden eyes," she whispered, her voice trembling, not just from pain but from recognition. "You’re the prince... the mad prince, Atlas."

He nodded, his smile sharpening, a predator savoring the kill. "Tell your brother..." He paused, leaning closer, his voice a venomous whisper. "He was a useful punching bag."

Sharpness, he thought, the skill flaring to life. His fingers flexed, mana coiling around them like a serpent, ready to strike. He paced toward her, slow and deliberate, his eyes flicking to the fairy core dust swirling in the air.

Careful, he warned himself. One wrong move, and that dust could ignite, spreading its curse like wildfire. The air was thick with tension—like glass moments from cracking. The airship above hummed, its invisibility spell flickering, Number Five’s silhouette a specter in the sky.

Atlas felt the weight of those eyes, cold and calculating, but he didn’t care. Not now.

Seven lunged, her spear a desperate arc, but Atlas was ready.

Pierce. His hand shot out, the air splitting as his Sharpness-enhanced fingers met her spear.

Tang! The clash rang out, a bell tolling her defeat. She staggered, her mana faltering, her breath a broken gasp.

"Sorry," a new voice cut in, low and rough, tinged with a nervous edge. Number Ten stepped from the shadows, his brown hair flaring with mana, his bulky armor wobbling as he moved. "We’re a bit expensive to die."

His grin was shaky, but his eyes were hard, his own spear raised, mana pulsing like a heartbeat.

Atlas’s smile didn’t waver. "Expensive, huh?" he said, cracking his knuckles again, the sound a promise. "Let’s see how much you cost." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Behind him, Claire cursed, her mana crackling, ready to jump in. "Atlas, Take one alive!" she shouted, her voice a whip.

The healer, silent, watched with those yellow eyes, her staff tapping the ground—a slow, steady rhythm, like she was counting the seconds until death claimed its due.

Seven stood, barely, her spear shaking but still pointed at Atlas. Her rage was a living thing, a beast clawing at her chest, but her body was failing. Ten stepped beside her, his own mana flaring, a weaker echo of hers but steady, resolute.

Atlas felt it all—the dust, the rage, the eyes above, the blood on his hands. His heart pounded, not with fear but with hunger, a feral need to break them, to shatter the primes and their empire and their.....Empress.

The ground trembled, fairy core dust sparking like a warning. Atlas laughed, a raw, jagged sound that cut the air.

"Come on, then," he said, his voice a challenge, his golden eyes blazing. "Let’s see how many punches it takes, to collapse the empire’s resources..."

And the universe screamed, ready to crack under the weight of their fury.

Then a whisper from Number Ten, barely audible, reached her

"...change of plans...."

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