The Supreme War God Has Returned!

Chapter 011 – Enemy?

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The following morning;

Inside a modest room that looked more like a temporary shelter than a place meant for living, a narrow bed pressed against one of the walls, barely wide enough for two people pressed skin-to-skin.

At this moment, the room was shrouded in a silence so profound that it almost felt tangible... that even the faintest scrape of an ant on the carpet would have sounded deafening.

The only thing breaking this silence right now was the slow, steady rhythm of calm breathing.

But then…

Craaack! Craaack!! Craaack!!!

The sharp sounds of bones cracking erupted like fireworks, violently shattering the stillness.

Almost immediately after, a figure stirred on the bed, slowly and groggily pushing himself upright.

His movements were sluggish, his body driven more by habit rather than awareness.

And who would this person be if not the Supreme War God, Zachariah?

Once he sat up, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his palms and stretched again.

Craaack!

The crackling sound returned, a bit louder this time, echoing through his spine and shoulders.

Then Zach let out a quiet breath, still half-asleep, when suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and in the following second... he paused, not reacting again for a second.

Gradually, however, a look of surprise began to creep onto his face, subtle at first, but soon unmistakable.

“Wait…” he muttered as he stretched again, slower now and more deliberate, as though he was trying to confirm something.

In the next moment, his expression changed.

His look of surprise intensified.

“My body really feels refreshed,” he thought in a daze.

Anyone else would have shrugged it off; after all, waking up refreshed after a good night’s sleep was nothing but normal and even expected.

It was nothing worth thinking twice about.

But… Zach wasn’t anyone else.

For over a decade now, he hadn’t known what restful sleep felt like.

That’s right.

Not once had he opened his eyes in the morning without his body feeling battered, heavy, and worn down.

Over the years, nightmares had been his constant companions, jolting him awake night after night with his heart pounding in his chest and his nerves screaming.

No matter how exhausted he was before lying down, he had always woken up worse… like he had fought battles in his dreams and lost every single one.

But now…

Zach sat there, clearly caught off guard.

The sensation coursing through his body felt alien… almost suspicious.

His muscles felt loose, his mind clear, and the usual heaviness on his chest was gone.

‘Is it because of the change in environment?’ He wondered, trying to rationalize it.’

But just at that moment…

‘Huh?’

Zach’s face shifted sharply, every trace of grogginess vanishing as his senses snapped fully awake.

In the next instant, his posture straightened, his eyes hardening.

Without hesitation, he lowered his gaze, looking at the duvet that currently covered his lower body.

Beneath it, however, the unmistakable outline of another person was visible.

The instant Zach realized this, the air around him shifted.

The temperature in the room plummeted as a sharp, murderous intent surged out of him.

‘Enemy?’

He growled, his voice low and dangerous that it felt less like a question and more like a death sentence.