Chapter 121: M3Jaxen sensed it before he saw it.Something was approaching. Fast. Tremendous speed. A presence so heavy it felt like the air itself was bending around it.He turned, his new armor gleaming gold and black in the dim light of the dungeon. The Serpent Weaver's corpse lay behind him, broken and lifeless. He had barely caught his breath.And now something else was coming.The footsteps echoed through the tunnels. Slow. Deliberate. Unhurried. Whoever it was, they weren't afraid.M3 emerged from the shadows.He was tall—taller than Jaxen expected. Slender, with long limbs wrapped entirely in dark brown and greenish bandages. Not a single inch of skin was visible. The bandages covered his arms, his legs, his torso, his neck. Even his face was wrapped, leaving only a narrow slit for his eyes.He stopped a few meters away, his gaze drifting to the Serpent Weaver's corpse on the floor."Hm," M3 said, his voice muffled by the bandages. "You killed it."Jaxen didn't respond. His h

Chapter 123: The Last Ember Robert and Lana stood side by side, their chests heaving, their bodies battered. The chamber was silent now—the explosion that had destroyed Dante's body had faded, leaving only dust and debris. The remaining A-rank hunter lay dead nearby, his head severed cleanly from his body. And M2 stood before them. But it wasn't M2 anymore. Not really. His eyes were vacant, his posture stiff, his movements controlled by the threads that extended from M1's fingers above. M1 watched from her perch, a cold smile on her lips. "You've done well to survive this long. But this is where it ends." Robert tightened his grip on his sword. His flame blade flickered weakly—he was running on fumes. His mana reserves were almost empty. His body screamed with every movement. Beside him, Lana's hands trembled. Her magic was drained, her spells reduced to sparks. She had used everything she had against Dante. There was almost nothing left. "We can't beat him," Lana whispered. "N

Chapter 125: The End of the Siege Bill descended into the basement, his aura still blazing. The stairs were dark, the air thick with dust and the smell of blood. His footsteps echoed off the concrete walls. Behind him, the sounds of battle faded—Sophia and Jack were holding the corridor. He reached the bottom. The basement was vast—a storage area filled with crates, old equipment, and abandoned furniture. At the center stood a man. Kael. He was tall, with sharp features and cold eyes. His armor was black and silver, and a longsword hung at his hip. Behind him, two A-rank hunters stood guard. "So," Kael said, his voice calm, "the old man finally arrives." Bill didn't respond. He stepped forward, his fists clenched. Kael smiled. "You've caused quite a bit of trouble. My men are dead. My plan is in shambles." He drew his sword. "But I can still salvage this." "How?" Bill asked. "By killing me?" "By killing everyone you care about." Kael lunged. --- The fight was brutal. Ka

Chapter 127: The War Veteran's DecisionAldric stood among the rubble, his breathing ragged, his body screaming in protest.The battle was over—at least for now. M1 had vanished into the shadows after Lana's attack broke her concentration. M2 lay motionless on the ground, a puppet with its strings cut. The remaining enemies had scattered or fallen.But the victory felt hollow.Robert sat against a wall, his armor cracked, his face pale. Lana was beside him, barely conscious, her mana completely drained. The other surviving hunters were scattered across the chamber—some wounded, some unconscious, some worse.Aldric counted them.Fourteen dead. Seven wounded. Four still able to fight.He closed his eyes, letting the weight of it settle on his shoulders."We need to move," he said. "The dungeon is unstable. We need to get out before—"Boom.The ground shook.A shockwave rippled through the chamber, sending debris flying. Aldric stumbled, catching himself on a pillar. Robert grabbed Lana,

Chapter 129: The Dragon's ScalesM3 had entered his evolved state.His back grew dark red wings—massive, leathery, stretching from shoulder to shoulder. Scales formed all around his body, black as obsidian, gleaming like polished metal. His claws grew longer, sharper, curving like daggers. His eyes shifted—slitted, serpentine, burning with molten gold.He was no longer a demigod.He was a monster.Jaxen didn't wait.He swung his sword hard at M3, hoping to catch him off guard while he transformed. The blade arced through the air, aimed for the creature's neck—Clang!The blade ricocheted back, bouncing off M3's skin like a metal rod striking a metal surface. Jaxen's arms trembled from the recoil."He's tougher," Jaxen muttered.M3 opened his mouth wide.A gust of wind began to circulate around him, pulling debris and dust into a spiral. Then fire—a giant fireball, roaring and crackling, forming in his throat.He launched it.The attack was powerful, but not fast enough. Jaxen used Man