All Chapters of TRILLIONAIRE'S COLD REVENGE : Chapter 61
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Slaying The Dragon
John fell from the storming sky like a bringer of doom, both hands wrapped tight around the Soulrender. The sword’s runes burned with a fierce red glow, cutting through the gathering darkness like fire through smoke. The wind tore past him, dragging at his shadow-covered form as he dropped faster and faster, almost as if gravity itself obeyed him.Below, Argon lifted its massive head, eyes locking onto the threat diving from above. Its scales shone with inner fire, each one the size of a boulder, etched with ancient markings that pulsed faintly in answer to the Azimuthan power radiating from John. The dragon’s jaw spread wide, revealing rows of saw-like fangs dripping venom that hissed as it ate into the cracked earth.At the last moment, Argon twisted with startling speed for a creature so huge. Its wings snapped open with a thunderous boom, sending a shockwave of wind roaring upward. The blast caught John’s strike, deflecting it just enough. Instead of splitting Argon’s skull, the S
THE DRAGON MASTER
John gripped the Soulrender with both hands, the runes along its blade glowing a hungry crimson as he drove it down toward Argon’s eye. The dragon jerked its massive head aside at the last moment, golden pupils flaring with raw fury. The blade struck the thick ridge above the eye instead, carving a deep gash that sprayed shimmering blood into the air like molten rain. Argon roared, the sound booming like thunder that shook the sky apart, cracks tearing through the dark volcanic clouds overhead. The ground quaked under the force, lava bursting up in fiery fountains while the dragon’s tail whipped around in rage, cutting across the wasteland like a giant scythe of destruction.John leaped backward, his shadow wings snapping open to carry him aloft in a graceful arc. The tail missed him by inches, slamming into the earth and creating a crater that swallowed boulders whole. Dust and ash billowed upward in a choking cloud, but John didn't hesitate—he dove straight back in, teleporting mid-
Trespasser Becomes The Predator
The wind howled like a chorus of lost souls as Argon soared through the crimson skies of the Overworld, its massive wings slicing through the storm clouds with effortless strength. John sat on the dragon’s back, wedged between the ridges of its spine. The scales beneath him were hot to the touch, pulsing faintly with the creature’s restrained fury. Argon’s body was a living furnace—venom still dripping from the barbs along its tail, sizzling and vanishing into smoke before it even reached the ground.Below them, the highlands spread out like a world on fire. Rivers of molten lava twisted through the dark land like glowing veins. Ash-filled valleys lay beneath them, scattered with the ruins of ancient wars. Jagged mountain peaks rose high, stabbing at the blood-red heavens like shattered spears. The air was heavy with the stench of sulfur and burned bone, a sharp reminder of the wasteland John had crossed to get here.But now, with Argon bound to his command, the Overworld no longer se
battle in the Overworld
John stepped forward and the place seemed to tighten around him. Heat rose from his skin as if a hearth sat just beneath his ribs; when he narrowed his eyes they glowed like embers in a dying fire. "Where is the Sanctum, King?" he said. "I've wasted my patience on riddles. Point me to the path and this ends with no more blood."The King didn't look like a man who intended to bargain. Age had carved lines into his face, his breath came in short pulls, and his single horn caught the torchlight and threw it back in a harsh white. He tightened his grip on the staff until the knuckles whitened. "Never," he said, each syllable thick with defiance. "I'd rather die than let something like you touch the Crystal of Life." The word crystal tasted like reverence in his mouth; he set his chin and would not let the fear show.Movement broke the silence at the castle arches — first a soft rustle, then the steady clack of boots on stone. Dozens of guards stepped into the hall, not a panicked crowd bu
THE VEIL WARDENS
The elven archers regrouped quickly, drawing their bows in perfect unison. A heartbeat later, they released a storm of enchanted arrows that streaked through the air like fiery comets, each one trailing flames, frost, or crackling energy. John didn’t flinch. He raised one hand, and a vortex of swirling shadows spiraled out from his palm, swallowing the projectiles mid-flight. The arrows vanished into the darkness without a sound.Then John moved. The Soulrender flared in his grip, its crimson runes pulsing with life. In a blink, he blurred forward, a streak of red and black tearing through the ranks. His first swing was clean and effortless—the nearest archer’s head flew free, spinning into the air before thudding against the stone floor. The second fell with a scream as John drove the blade through his chest, impaling him and lifting his body like a banner before flinging him aside. A third turned to run, terror flashing across her face, but John appeared in front of her in a burst o
The Core Sanctum
The first pulse from the Wardens hit like the toll of a god’s bell. A blinding ring of light erupted across the plaza, burning away blood and shadow alike. Marble shards lifted from the ground, frozen in midair, each one humming with radiant magic. The air itself trembled under the force of the incantation. John’s cloak snapped behind him, and even Argon’s massive wings folded instinctively, muscles rippling beneath scales the color of storm-forged iron.The Wardens stood in a perfect circle around the dais, twelve of them, their robes shimmering like molten glass, each one carrying a different sigil that glowed across their spectral armor. Their faces were hidden behind masks of living light that twisted and reformed like ripples on water. When they moved, it wasn’t walking... it was sliding through air, graceful and unnatural, like reflections that had stepped out of a mirror.John tilted his head, eyes narrowing. The Soulrender pulsed once in his hand, runes lighting up with an ang
The Core Sanctum
The portal’s swirling vortex of stars and light surrounded John and Vera like a living thing. Its edges sparked with strange energy that tugged at their bodies, pulling them through a tunnel of endless darkness. Colors twisted into streaks of silver and gold, and faint whispers filled their ears. John felt the power inside him awaken, his Azimuthan essence flowing in rhythm with the portal’s cosmic energy. Beside him, Vera gripped his arm tightly, her fire magic reacting on its own, tiny sparks flickering across her skin.The sensation was dizzying. It felt like they were weightless and crushed at the same time, as if their bodies were being torn apart and rebuilt in an instant. Then, just as suddenly, the tunnel released them. The blinding light dimmed to a soft glow, and their boots landed on solid ground.They found themselves standing in a vast land that stretched endlessly in every direction. The air was still and thick, carrying a faint metallic taste that lingered like the memo
Unlocking The First Gate
Argon’s wings unfurled in a storm of power. With a thunderous beat, the dragon launched into the air, the force of its ascent sending shockwaves across the barren plain. Sand exploded outward in a massive gale, whipping through the air in spiraling sheets. Vera shielded her face as the blast nearly knocked her off her feet, her hair whipping wildly in the wind.Argon rose like a meteor tearing through the twilight sky, its colossal wings slicing the dim horizon. Every beat sent tremors through the air, scattering the sand below into violent whirlwinds. John stood balanced on the dragon’s back, his shadow-dark hair streaming behind him, eyes gleaming with crimson fire. His aura flared outward, expanding in waves that wrapped both him and Argon in a shroud of silver and red light. The Soulrender gleamed in his hand, alive, blazing like a banner of death.Ahead, the titans bellowed in unison. Six voices rose in a single, earth-shattering roar that made the entire dese
Waiting For Him
The air hung heavy with the aftermath of battle. Heat shimmered over the barren expanse, the scent of scorched stone and ozone thick in the air. Vera stood motionless at the edge of the battlefield, her amber eyes wide as she watched the last of the titans collapse to its knees. The giant gave one final, shuddering roar before splitting apart, its colossal form disintegrating into clouds of glittering dust and streams of blue energy that scattered across the sand like fragments of dying stars.Silence followed, a deep, ringing quiet that made her ears ache after the thunder of combat. The echoes of Argon’s roars and the crushing impact of stone fists still lingered in her bones. She had stood ready to fight, flames swirling at her fingertips, but it hadn’t been necessary. John had handled everything, swiftly and brutally, like a god tearing down his own creation.What she had witnessed went beyond anything she could have imagined. Argon’s venom-fire had burned through the titans’ armo
Stuck In An Endless Loop
John reached the cottage door and paused, his gloved hand resting on the worn brass handle. The evening air outside was sharp and cold, but from within came a faint, impossible warmth; a breath of home in a world that had long since forgotten what “home” meant. Slowly, he pushed the door open. It creaked, groaning on its old hinges, and swung inward to reveal a sight that shouldn’t exist in a realm forged by gods and monsters.Warmth spilled out first, wrapping around him like an embrace. The air carried the scent of pinewood and baked bread. A gentle crackle whispered from a hearth on the far wall, firelight dancing across polished wooden floors that glowed amber beneath its glow. The space was lived-in, peaceful and human. Books lined the shelves, worn and dog-eared, their spines crooked from use. A small table stood by the window, crowned with a vase of wildflowers and two cups of steaming tea, as if someone had only just stepped away.John blinked, his chest tightening. It felt… w