The Time-Stop Breeding Uncle Want's to Retire-Chapter 167
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Despite Hans’s resolve, Cluna and Clara continued their relentless advance, burning through everything in their path.
Normally, someone would have intervened, but no one did. More accurately, Revil was controlling the situation, ensuring they didn’t die.
After all, their actions were beneficial to him. The Half-Demons were currently under attack by three True Demons. Revil could handle two, but three would be too much.
The Half-Demons would be annihilated. Cluna and Clara’s rampage was a convenient distraction. Two of the True Demons focused on the elven mother and daughter, giving Revil some breathing room.
He couldn’t let them die, though.
‘They’ve been too reckless lately.’
Before, they were at least somewhat willing to compromise. Now, they barely listened to him, acting entirely on their own accord.
He wouldn’t complain, though. Thanks to their recklessness, the True Demons had been significantly weakened. The burden on the Blood Demons had also increased.
He only had one wish, that they would fight to the death.
“I don’t ask for anything else.”
By the time Cluna and Clara were exhausted and slain, the Half-Demons would have secured their position. At least, that was Revil’s plan.
Cluna was aware of this.
But she didn’t care. She appreciated Revil’s non-interference. They had an unspoken agreement: use each other, but don’t cross the line.
They weren’t comrades, after all. They had no genuine affection for each other. Their cold, calculated pragmatism was the foundation of their fragile alliance.
Clara was even more extreme than Cluna.
While Cluna had chosen the most practical path, swallowing her pride and cooperating with the demons, Clara outright refused. She was consumed by rage.
“Why should we work with that scum?”
“I understand your anger. But we have to compromise.”
“…”
“If you die here, it will be a meaningless death.”
Cluna’s words were true. Even if they were strong enough to fight True Demons, taking on other demons as well would be suicidal.
The demons could use their corpses against them. They could become a liability. That’s why Cluna had swallowed her pride and chosen to cooperate.
“Endure the humiliation for now.”
“…”
“We can kill them all later.”
“You’re right.”
What Revil hadn’t anticipated was the sheer intensity of their hatred for the demons.
Was it a desire for revenge? Or simply misplaced anger? Perhaps they didn’t even know themselves. Their undirected rage continued to fester, waiting to explode.
They were holding on for now, but for how long? They were burning themselves out, like kindling in a fire. And that hadn’t changed.
They would burn through their very lives to destroy the demons.
“The trash is here.”
“Time for some cleaning.”
“Good. I was getting bored.”
Clara’s eyes burned with fury as she stood up. Cluna instinctively tried to stop her, but her missing arm, a constant reminder of their loss, prevented her.
She refused to wear a prosthetic. It was a symbol of her resolve, her vow to never forget, to never forgive. And every time Clara saw it, her rage intensified.
The demons were their sworn enemies. They had taken her mother’s arm, and the Commander’s life… Clara shook her head, dispelling the thought.
The Commander wasn’t dead.
He couldn’t be dead.
She desperately tried to control herself.
“They’re here. What are you going to do?”
Revil knew the answer, yet he asked anyway. It was a subtle provocation.
‘They’re here. Are you going to rest?’
“Kill them all.”
“Of course.”
“Don’t glare at me like that.”
Clara’s face, scarred from countless battles, looked more demonic than elven. She brushed past Revil, her shoulder bumping against his.
Revil chuckled.
“Good luck.”
‘It would be a huge loss for us if you died.’
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The next morning, Hans packed up their camp. They couldn’t stay in one place for too long. He needed to conserve their supplies. He didn’t think Makenis had sent them here without reason.
There had to be a clue, a sign that Cluna and Clara were nearby. He swallowed nervously. freewёbnoνel.com
He had been waiting for this reunion for three years, but now that it was close, he felt a surge of anxiety. He straightened his clothes, a nervous habit.
“Something’s coming.”
“Something’s coming this way?”
“Yes.”
Hans looked in the direction Lua was pointing.
He remembered a time when he had tried to hide from Lua, seeking some peace and quiet. She had found him anyway.
‘How do you always find me?’
‘I can see pretty far.’
‘See far?’
‘Yeah! Mom calls it ‘clairvoyance’.’
Clairvoyance.
The ability to see great distances.
‘Did Lucy send Lua with me knowing this?’
Hans sighed.
‘She could have told me.’
“Something’s coming… what?!”
Time stopped.
The world turned gray. Hans saw an arrow fly past him, narrowly missing his head. It hadn’t been aimed at him. But even the near miss had been enough to trigger his automatic Time Stop.
The sheer power of the arrow… what was that?
Only one person he knew could fire an arrow with that kind of force. If he was right, then he was in the right place. But first, he had to move.
He grabbed Lua, holding her like a sack of potatoes, and ran. As soon as he was clear, Time Stop deactivated.
A volley of arrows rained down, obliterating the area where they had been standing. They weren’t arrows, not really. They were more like artillery shells.
Hans frowned.
‘What happened in the past three years?’
No, that wasn’t important right now.
“Do you know where that came from?”
“I saw her. She was fighting someone.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
He ran without hesitation. He was finally close to them.
There was no reason to hesitate any longer. He was a little worried, though.
What should he say to them? Should he help them fight first? He was lost in thought when Lua, still tucked under his arm, shouted,
“Someone’s coming!”
“Damn it, more interruptions.”
“?!”
Hans’s eyes flashed.
He moved like a blur, his sword a streak of light. The monsters that appeared before them were decapitated in an instant.
Hans clicked his tongue.
“Don’t get in my way.”
With the Dragon Heart fully under his control, monsters were no longer a threat. He pushed forward, ignoring the constant harassment of the lesser demons.
They seemed determined to prevent him from reaching his destination. But even they couldn’t stop him now.
He wiped the blood from his sword and continued running.
Finally, Lua spoke again.
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Her expression was troubled, but Hans didn’t notice. He had seen her. Her hair, once vibrant, was now a dull gray, streaked with the passage of time.
Her pointed ears and the numerous scars on her face… she looked different. But he recognized her instantly. It was Clara. And she recognized him too.
Even in the midst of battle, she had heard his voice. Her gaze locked onto him. She smiled.
“Wait, in front…!”
“Looking behind you in the middle of a fight? Are you asking to be killed?”
In that split second, Hans reacted.
His fingers moved to activate Time Stop. But this time… nothing happened.
“…What?”
Time Stop didn’t activate.
Instead, he saw her.
Time, standing behind Clara, smiling.
A giant scythe flashed, cleaving through Clara’s neck. Her smiling face fell to the ground.
The severed head rolled to a stop at Hans’s feet.
He stared at it, stunned.
“Need my help now?”
A familiar voice spoke.
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