The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 121: This Fairy Has Underestimated Me!

Looking back up, Roselyn’s body was exuding some golden mist, a sign that her magic was used as energy in her body; the shimmering aura wrapping her limbs, making every movement faster and stronger, then more explosive.

She still held her stance, smirking at me.

"What? Have you finally had enough?" she said. "You can give up now, and just let me eat you for dinner!"

Tsk.

Maybe I should start fighting her for real. She seems sturdy enough.

Activate, [Magic Tracker], [Sixth Sense]!

Without looking around, I began to see everything around me in 360°: it was "night" now, and that magical orb was almost invisible, merged with the darkness of the sky. Only things like outer space and stars could be seen.

It’s like Fairylynch actually is in a supernatural position.

The mushroom platform and every plant around weren’t glowing in the usual sense, but they gave off natural light—soft, steady luminescence from the moss underfoot, veins in the wood, scattered floating orbs drifting lazily above.

It made the whole open-air cap feel like a nighttime city: shadows pooling at the edges where the giant cap dropped off into the void, vine bridges swaying gently to the massive trunks that vanished upward into the dark.

The air was cool, with fairy dust sparkling faintly in every breath, carrying the sweet scent of night-blooming flowers from distant branches.

The platform itself was enormous—wide enough for dozens of fairies to stand in loose rings around us, moss cushioning every step, edges curving downward like a giant saucer suspended mid-hollow.

My vision was ultra-clear now.

I could see Roselyn’s great ass even though she was eighteen feet away and facing me—her pert cheeks outlined perfectly under the tight black shorts, flexing with every shift of her weight, the fabric riding up slightly to expose more of her dark skin.

I could see every single fairy in the area: clusters on the platform’s rim, some perched on vine railings, others hovering mid-air, all eyes wide and locked on us. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Isabelle stood near the edge with her eyes sparkling with excitement, and her fists clenched at her sides, round green bun-hair bobbing slightly as she leaned forward, wings fluttering once.

I hope she didn’t bet on this fight with Titanian coins, or something!

To prove my point, I allowed my aura to increase again—not the fairy-level one I’d been showing, but one half of Titania’s.

The blue energy coiled outward, thick and visible, trailing faint smoke that made the air around me shimmer.

The pressure built slowly, pressing against my skin like an invisible tide, but I kept it reined in tight—enough to make the moss under my boots bend slightly, but not enough to send anyone running.

"Okay, Roselyn," I stretched my arm, rolling my shoulder once. "I’m about to get serious. Do you wish to yield now?"

"Ahaha!" She held her head and laughed, braid whipping behind her. "I knew you were hiding some more power! But now that you’ve gone all out, I’ll defeat you properly and fuck the hell out of you!"

But snakes, she’s vulgar, unlike her elder sister.

And "I’ve gone all out?" This fairy has underestimated me quite a lot, hasn’t she?

I observed her face—the golden aura coiling around her body like smoke, sharp golden eyes narrowed in delight, toothy grin flashing white in the dim light.

Her crop top clung to her torso, sweat making the black fabric semi-transparent, outlining the firm swell of her breasts.

When she shifted her weight, they jiggled slightly—small but noticeably larger than most fairies’, nipples pressing sharp points against the material.

Yep, I guess she’ll survive me.

"I’ll count to three, Roselyn," I raised three fingers. "If you don’t yield, you’ll get hurt. I have trouble controlling how much power I can release."

"E-Eh?! You still have more...?"

"One..." I already started. "Two..."

She gulped and disappeared—that is, she sped up so fast it seemed that way.

Before I could say three, she had swung her leg toward my face for a kick, but she was too late.

[Fear Aura]

The moment I activated it, Roselyn’s eyes went hollow with primal fear of death.

Her pupils dilated wide, with her golden irises shrinking to pinpricks.

The magical enhancement she’d woven through her body unraveled instantly—golden mist dissipating like smoke in wind.

Instead of an overpowered leg, her tiny bone snapped when it hit my head, breaking like a dried stick with a grotesque SNAP!

"GAAAHHH!" she cried, clutching her thigh as she crumpled forward.

"R... Roselyn!" Everyone else yelled and ran to the middle of the mushroom to meet the scared and hurt dark-skinned fairy on the ground, still trembling from my ability.

I had made it a rather small range of 10 meters, so the other average fairies won’t go mad.

[Fear Aura], Sys explained to me with a really vivid simulation, that it twists the way the user is being perceived.

If I feared dragons now, and someone used [Fear Aura] on me, I’d start seeing them as some devilish variant of a dragon. And depending on my mental fortitude, I might see them harm me, even if they just stand still.

I released the ability so the fairies won’t turn into empty husks. Using it on normal folks will make them see all manner of things, and death is also a possibility.

Their minds thinking they’re already dead, and their hearts believing it and stopping by itself.

A horrid ability, if I say so myself. I toned it down several layers, so Roselyn would only be lightly scared. But I was surprised to see such a reaction from her.

What in the world did she see? I wonder. It’d probably be rude to ask her, "Hey, when I terrified you a while ago, what did you see?!"

And I didn’t think she’d release her technique the last minute and break her leg too.

I hope she won’t hate m--

"Aw... Awwweeesssooommmeee!!"

Eh?

Suddenly, with tears in her eyes, she yelled smiling like a lively kid.