All Chapters of Rise of the Super War God: Chapter 61
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Chapter 61: A One-Man Terror Cycle
Kael Ardyn froze as the verdict echoed through the chamber. His face betrayed nothing—calm, unreadable—but inside, a storm raged. Around him, the Starborne Armada of the Skyward Empire moved with lethal precision. Mechanical soldiers dragged his Death God Fifth-Generation mech toward a massive, pitch-black circular furnace. Its surface shimmered under the dim lights, as if it were alive, as if it were waiting and waiting for him.The lid slammed down with a deafening clang. The sound rattled through his bones. Inside, chaotic rays erupted, scattering shards of blinding light across the chamber. The reverse time-space furnace came alive. Currents of temporal energy twisted and churned, reality itself bending under their pull. Time began to rewind, unraveling like a thread pulled backward. Everything inside the furnace started returning to its primordial state.Any normal machine—even one as advanced as the Death God—would dissolve into raw metal ore in a single cosmic day. But this one
Chapter 62: Death God Invincible
Kael Ardyn’s mind was a storm. Thoughts collided, spiraling heavier and darker with every heartbeat. That dormant War God System feather—the one he couldn’t escape—loomed in his consciousness, like a shadow that refused to vanish. It wasn’t just a device of torment for this life. No. It was a curse stretching across lifetimes, a chain dragging him into the same existence over and over again.The truth hit him like a hammer to the chest. Future lives. Countless ones. All bound to the feather’s merciless control. Even if his memory faded with each rebirth, the course of his life, his dignity, his freedom—everything—was nothing more than a plaything for some invisible system.We have to break this cycle, he thought, fury coiling inside him like molten steel.Beside him, Lyndric Fayne—middle-aged, calm, almost annoyingly confident—smirked. “I’m ready too. This world isn’t the same as before. We’ve got knowledge they didn’t. You and I both know the feather’s design.”Kael’s gaze sharpened.
Chapter 63: Mission Completed and Return
Five minutes. That was all it took. The Death God Fifth-Generation mech tore through the mechanical soldiers like a storm made of steel. Sparks flew. Metal screamed. Limbs twisted and shattered, scattering across the battlefield like shards of broken glass. For a heartbeat, everything went silent. And then the mech moved again, unstoppable, straight into the Skyward Empire’s central command room.The room was huge. Walls of cold, reflective metal glimmered under the flickering red alarm lights. Five raised platforms stood like thrones carved for warlords. Each one had a robot perched atop it—grotesque, imposing, the kind that made even seasoned soldiers think twice. Kael knew these faces. He’d seen them months ago when they’d interrogated him. Now, they were rulers of the Starborne Armada. Absolute rulers.“Death God Fifth-Generation,” the first robot said, its voice metallic and sharp, echoing around the chamber. “You have proven your strength. Lay down your Death God Scythe, and we
Chapter 64: The Berserk Ripper
Kael Ardyn blinked as the mechanical world fell away and reality pressed in around him. His chest tightened. The mission world had felt endless, stretching out like years, yet the tiny universe timetable in the pod was brutally honest: only ten minutes had passed here. Ten minutes.Relief hit him like a wave, but it didn’t last. Almost immediately, dizziness swirled through his head, and fatigue pressed down, heavy as lead in his bones. Years in the cockpit of the Death God Fifth-Generation mech weren’t easy on the body. His muscles ached, and his mind still carried the sharp edge of combat.“Lyndric Fayne… what’s happening?” Kael muttered, gripping the pod for balance.“Your soul is transitioning,” came the calm voice in his mind. “Shifting from the mech to your human body isn’t instant. Your reflexes, your neural pathways, your coordination—they all need time to realign.”Kael’s brow furrowed. The floor felt like it was swaying.“You’ve piloted that mech nonstop for over three years
Chapter 65: Clutching the Metal Pole and Biting
The room was quiet. Almost peaceful. A faint drip of water echoed from the corner where a drenched figure stood. And then, without warning, all calm was shattered.The Berserk Ripper barreled toward Kael Ardyn’s bed like a storm unleashed. One hand gripped the collar of his shirt, lifting him halfway off the mattress. The other clenched the thick metal chain lying nearby. She didn’t need to say it—he could see her intent clear as day. She was going to strangle him.Kael’s eyes snapped open. His heart raced, hammering against his chest. The sight of her, soaked and furious, chain taut in her hand, froze him solid.“What… what is going on? Captain, why are you trying to strangle me? Are you sleepwalking again?” His voice wavered, his legs threatening to buckle.“Sleepwalking?” she spat, chest rising and falling like she was fueling some fiery storm. Her face was flushed, veins standing out on her neck. “Who told you it was okay to barge into the bathroom without knocking? Am I… touching
Chapter 66: Captain’s Impressive Teeth
Kael Ardyn’s eyes flickered open. The first thing he saw made his stomach tighten. The Berserk Ripper’s head was pressed against a thick metal pole, her fangs sunk deep into it. Vampire-like, sharp, and glinting in the dim morning light. Somehow, she had grown them overnight.Kael froze. The chaos of last night crawled back into his mind. His captain, this whirlwind of unpredictable fury, was asleep. Strangely calm, even with the metal pole clutched in her hands. Maybe it was the shock from biting steel, or the alcohol lingering in her system. Or maybe… some primal instinct had taken over. Her arms were wrapped around the pole, head leaning against it like a child too tired to fight anymore.He exhaled slowly. “Those teeth… sharp enough to pierce steel,” he murmured. Relief and fear danced together in his chest. If she’d gone for my neck… he didn’t want to think about it.A shiver ran down his spine. Carefully, he bent, picked up a metal chain from the floor, and wrapped it around her
Chapter 67: Take a Shower After Training
The room was silent, the kind of silence that pressed against your ears until it almost hurt. The only sounds were the soft hum of the ventilation and the occasional faint clink of the metal pole. The Berserk Ripper sat restrained, her lips smeared with bright red blood, letting out a low growl full of frustration and barely contained rage.“Hmm,” she muttered, soft but dangerous. It wasn’t acceptance, exactly, but she knew the metal cutter had to be used. Big Bear glanced at her, then at Kael Ardyn. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words never came. Instead, he turned and walked toward the Aether Combat Division workshop, leaving them alone.Kael Ardyn stayed seated, watching her carefully. The air between them felt thick, almost physical. Her eyes glimmered with anger—sharp, unreadable, and dangerous. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm, though every second made his chest tighten.“Your shirt buttons…” he said carefully, pointing. “They’re misaligne
Chapter 68: Don’t Slam the Table at Me
The Berserk Ripper had been fighting the Voidspawn Swarm across six universes. Six. Endless waves of monsters, explosions, blood, and chaos. Every muscle in her body screamed. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. Her veins throbbed as if they were trying to pump molten iron. By the time she finally staggered back to the temporary quarters on Dark Moon Star, sweat coated her from head to toe, sticky and rank, clinging to her skin like a second layer. Each breath was a labour, each step a battle.And yet, somehow, her rage—the driving fury that had fueled her through the slaughter—was easing. Just a little.All she wanted was a shower. A long, blisteringly hot shower that would melt away the tension clinging to her bones.And Kael Ardyn, conveniently, was supposed to be inside the virtual game egg pod, training his mech skills. Perfect. Privacy. No interruptions. No chaos. She could finally breathe.She pushed open the bathroom door.And froze.“W–what the—?!” The scream tore out of h
Chapter 69: Binding the Ripper
Chaos hit without warning. One second, the room was tense; the next, it exploded into motion. The Ripper leapt sideways, a streak of lethal grace. She shoved a wooden stool aside, rolled across the cold, metallic floor, and barely avoided the heavy table slamming down where she had been. Sparks flew from metal against metal. The sound cracked like thunder.“Daring to bang the table and shout at me!” Kael Ardyn’s voice roared, slicing through the chaos. His eyes were fire, a mix of anger and precise calculation. “Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re the captain. Or a woman! Even if your grandmother stitched you together herself, you’d better speak to me with respect!”Big Bear froze. Every muscle in him locked. His stomach twisted. The air hummed with tension. He glanced at Kael, whose fury radiated like a heatwave, then at the Ripper crouched low, trembling with barely contained rage. And suddenly, he knew. Nothing—nothing—could hold her now.He wished desperately that
Chapter 70: Beating the Ripper
Kael Ardyn muttered to himself, “Good thing I practiced restraining crazed psychiatric patients during my internship. My technique is solid. Otherwise, today would have ended in disaster.”Around him, the Ripper’s furious roars filled the chamber. Most people would have panicked. Kael? He was used to it. He had learned long ago that screams could scare anyone—or nothing at all.His eyes swept over the metal chains binding her. Every link, every lock, perfectly intact. A brief sense of relief hit him. But it vanished almost immediately. Leaning back, a wave of dizziness struck, exhaustion following close behind. His spirit, drained from repeated mental commands, hadn’t fully recovered. Weakness crept into his limbs, but he forced himself to stay steady.He could not afford to let the so-called Explosion Bean state fade. If it did, his spirit might plummet into the negative. Vulnerable, foolish—he refused to risk it.“Big Bear, fetch a few bottles of liquor. Grab some dishes from the ca