Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 103: A Clean Hit

As the words escaped his lips, Steve felt it—a rush of energy surging through his limbs, an ancient power threading through every fiber of his being.

It pulsed in his veins like wildfire, and in that moment, everything seemed to slow.

The goblin’s body tensed in his grasp. The strength in Steve’s arms surged as if something else were guiding him, and he pulled—up, hard.

Steve’s grip on its string tightened, and he channeled his energy with precision, locking the creature in place.

The goblin’s eyes bulged wide, twitching as it attempted to resist. It flailed its arms, one stretching out in a final effort to defend itself.

But Steve held steady.

"Steady... steady." he muttered to himself through clenched teeth, the weight of the moment pressing on his shoulders.

The goblin grunted in frustration, its limbs thrashing, but its struggles waned. Steve’s strength held it immobile, frozen in a suspended second.

And then it came.

In a flash, one of the B-Rank Magic Guards surged forward. Her cloak flared as she launched into a low glide, her blade gleaming under the pale light.

With a swift, clean motion, she thrust her sword forward, slicing through the air with deadly precision. The blade met its mark, slitting the throat of the hog-goblin cleanly as she passed by.

For a moment, everything stood still.

The goblin’s body remained suspended, its limbs frozen mid-struggle. Everyone stared, breath caught, eyes wide.

Then, without warning, the goblin’s head detached. It fell slowly, almost delicately, tumbling through the air before hitting the ground with a soft, hollow thud. It rolled slightly, coming to a gentle stop as silence settled over the battlefield.

The goblin’s body remained kneeling, bizarrely upright, before its knees finally buckled and it collapsed. Headless. Lifeless.

Panting, Steve released his grip. His arms trembled as he lowered his hand, steadying himself with a deep breath. They did it.

They got through.

His eyes flickered toward the others. The rookie magic guards stood frozen, trembling, fear etched into their expressions. They hadn’t moved. Hadn’t attacked. Not even once.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the one who had landed the fatal blow.

A golden-haired magic guard her boots landing softly on the grass. She rose slowly, her blade still stained with the goblin’s dark blood. With a sharp flick of her wrist, she swung it, flinging the gore to the ground.

Her eyes flicked toward the severed head.

’What the hell is even this?’ she thought, her brows furrowed.

’I couldn’t sense anything before, not a trace. But then it suddenly appeared out of nowhere—fully formed, fully prepared to strike.’

Her gaze narrowed.

’How the hell did it cloak itself so well?’ She stared at the corpse.

’More than that... why did it stop moving? Right before I landed the killing blow... it was raising its hand. It was about to defend itself. But then—it just froze.’

Her heartbeat quickened.

’ And there was that chill... That surge of horror... What the hell even was that? Where did it come from?’

She shook the thoughts away.

’So much for having rookies at our side.’ she thought, clicking her tongue.

’They didn’t even manage a single spell. First encounter or not, they were useless.’

"Ser Ira."

The call drew her attention. She turned her head, spotting another B-Rank approaching—another of the Magic Guard.

"You took it down. That was a clean hit."

Ira nodded, but her expression didn’t ease.

"Yeah. We did it." she said, voice low. "But... still. It felt off, didn’t it?"

The other guard frowned.

"Odd? What do you mean?"

’Huh? She didn’t notice the surge of aura which appeared the moment I was about to land the killing blow on the beast?....hmm...or was it just me? I should just change the subject.’

"Hmm...I don’t think it matters." she said quickly.

"Right now, the best thing to do is get as far away from here as possible."

Ira paused. Her lips tightened.

"Not that I disagree." she muttered.

"But still... That battle—it wasn’t normal. For one, that thing cloaked itself too easily. It got that close without any of us sensing it. And it’s supposed to be a low-level beast."

She glanced at the creature’s corpse.

"So how the hell did it hide that well?"

The second B-Rank flicked her gaze across the clearing. Her eyes swept over the trembling girls, then landed on Steve.

He was crouched beside Fiona, holding her gently, whispering words she couldn’t hear. His face was drawn, eyes heavy.

’He’s the boy soldier.’ she thought. Still standing while everyone else is broken.

She turned away.

"It is odd...but for now, we need to leave and make the report to the Queen Witcher. "

"Hmm...don’t you think its worth looking into first?" Ser Ira began, brushing her blood-slicked blade against her cloak.

"There’s nothing worth looking into. The best thing to do is to—"

A sudden sound interrupted the second B-Rank Magic Guard.

Squish.

A wet, sharp noise beneath her boots. Ira froze mid-step.

The other B-Rank Magic Guard had been walking back toward the rest of the Magic Guard, prepared to regroup and head for the carriage. But that sound... it wasn’t right.

Her eyes narrowed. She glanced down.

And froze.

There, just ahead, stood her fellow B-Rank soldier.

Or rather—what was left of her.

At first, it looked normal. Her face was untouched. Her expression, calm. Her eyes still the same dull green.

"Zika?" Ira called softly, stepping closer.

But then she saw it.

A line—deep, red, and wet—drawn across her torso. Blood dribbled from her lips, a crimson trail running down her chin.

Then her upper body slid.

Cleanly.

Thud!

It fell with a nauseating thud to the ground, guts spilling out in a messy heap. Her legs remained standing for a second longer—then crumpled.

Gasps escaped Ira’s mouth. Horror etched across her face.

Her scream pierced the air.

"What the-!"

Her voice cracked as the mutter escaped her throat. Every head snapped toward her. Steve, the girls—everyone.

They turned.

And they saw.

The second Magic Guard- Zika- was severed in half and now lay scattered across the grass.

But right at that moment, the horror wasn’t over.

Right then, there was an immediate shift in aura and Ira- as well as all the other magic guards felt it, a growing surge in magic aura.

Steve’s eyes flicked up—caught by something just beyond him.

And right then, he saw it-

Figures emerged from the shadows. Huge. Hulking. Goblins.

Dozens of them.

Each one larger than the last.

Clad in crude armor, wielding bloodstained blades. Their eyes gleamed with malice and monstrous cruelty.

This was just another goblin...it was an entire clan of a beast they had barely managed to defeat!

This wasn’t over.

Not even close.

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