CHAPTER 10 PART 1
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The priestess was still picking pine needles out of her hair when she fell into step behind them.

"I'm coming with you," she announced.

Marco didn't slow down. "No."

"I can offer a reward. My family — the Hargrove family, we're in the merchant district — my father will pay handsomely for a safe escort back to the city." She sidestepped a root without breaking stride, robes still damp from the snow. "I won't be any trouble."

"You were just used as a ball by two bears."

"That was a temporary setb
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    When Dean Harrison returned to the students, he found them engaged in a bizarre activity. They'd spread out across the area, collecting strange items from Hell's landscape—rotten-looking fruits, foul-smelling preserved fish, crystallized sulfur formations."What in blazes are you all doing?" he asked, genuinely baffled.Rocco looked up from stuffing a particularly disgusting purple fungus into his pack. "Collecting Hell specialties, sir. These things don't exist in the human world. We figured they might be valuable—or at least interesting to study."The Dean wrinkled his nose at the smell. "That smells like something died and came back to haunt its own corpse.""Exactly!" Peter said enthusiastically. "Totally unique to Hell!"Marco appeared beside the Dean, arms loaded with the grotesque Hell fish. "Got room in that fancy Space Ring of yours, Dean?"The Dean's hand instinctively moved to the silver ring on his finger—a rare magical artifact capable of storing vast quantities of items

  • Chapter 46

    The Sharp Knife Squad had just finished mopping up the last of a demon patrol when Rocco spotted two figures descending from the sky. His sword was halfway raised before he recognized them—Marco, and floating beside him with wind magic, the rotund form of Dean Harrison."Dean?!" Rocco's weapon clattered to the ground. Behind him, the exhausted students erupted into cheers."We're saved!""The Dean came for us!""We can finally get out of this hellhole!"Dean Harrison landed gracefully despite his bulk, his face radiating paternal warmth. "My dear students," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I cannot express how sorry I am for arriving so late. These past days must have been a nightmare for you all."Several students openly wept with relief. A young mage named Jennifer collapsed to her knees, trembling. "We thought... we thought we'd die here.""Never." The Dean's expression turned solemn. "You are the only surviving students of Kensington Academy, and I swear on my honor that I

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    "It's fine." She straightened her shoulders, composing herself. "I should go. My power's mostly restored, and staying near you is dangerous for both of us."She turned to leave, then paused. "One question before I go. Do you want to kill me? Claim the glory of defeating a Hell Sect Vice Hierarch?"Marco's hand tightened on his sword, and for a moment, Lydia thought he might actually draw it. Then he shook his head."Get out of here. Before I change my mind."A genuine smile crossed Lydia's aged face—warm and real. "Thank you, Marco. For everything."She walked away, her form gradually fading into the crimson mist of Hell. Marco watched until she disappeared completely, then cursed under his breath."Why do I keep getting into these situations? I just wanted a simple life with Isabella. Is that too much to ask?"Shaking his head, he headed toward a nearby stream to wash the blood and grime from his body. The water ran black with demon ichor as he scrubbed his skin clean, trying not to

  • Chapter 45 PART 1

    The golden light of Marco's bloodline evolution faded, leaving him standing amid the carnage of shattered demon corpses. His chest heaved with exertion, but power thrummed through every fiber of his being. He could feel it—the fundamental change that had occurred deep within his cells.Marco rolled his shoulders experimentally, feeling the enhanced density of his muscles. The wounds that had covered his body moments ago were already sealed, pink scars the only evidence they'd ever existed."Thank you," he said grudgingly, glancing at Lydia. "For the save."But Lydia wasn't listening. She had moved closer, her eyes roaming over his exposed torso with unabashed fascination. Her fingers reached out to trace the line of his shoulder, following the curve of newly enhanced muscle."Incredible," she breathed, her voice almost reverent. "The way your body has transformed... the density of your musculature, the distribution of power..." Her hand pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat

  • CHAPTER 44 PART 2

    He slammed his sword into the ground. The earth erupted in a massive spray of razor-sharp particles, engulfing all four demons. They screamed, clawing at their eyes as the sand tore into their exposed flesh.Marco was already moving. His blade swept in a devastating arc, catching the first demon across the throat. Black blood sprayed as the creature's head tumbled free. The Darkblood Demon Sword pulsed, and Marco felt a surge of vitality flow into him—the weapon's Blood Drain ability activating.The second demon lunged blindly, claws extended. Marco sidestepped smoothly and drove his blade through its chest, twisting viciously before ripping it free. Two down in as many seconds.The remaining demons, still half-blinded, tried to flee. Marco's lips curled into a savage smile. "War Challenge!"His voice boomed across the battlefield, infused with Fighting Spirit. The skill forced enemies to focus their aggression on him, overriding their survival instincts. Both demons spun and charged

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    Marco pushed through a thicket of twisted hellish vegetation, Lydia trailing behind him with surprising determination for someone who'd nearly died hours ago. The oppressive heat of Hell's atmosphere made every breath feel like inhaling smoke, but Marco had grown accustomed to it over the past days.A sharp whistle cut through the air—three short bursts followed by two long ones.Marco's hand shot up, signaling Lydia to stop. He cupped his hands around his mouth and returned the call: two short, one long, three short.From behind a cluster of obsidian rocks, Rocco emerged, followed by a dozen weary-looking students. His face broke into a genuine smile when he saw Marco."The purple elephant dances at midnight!" Rocco called out.Marco's eyebrow twitched. "The grandmother's socks smell like victory."Rocco visibly relaxed, lowering his weapon. "Thank god. You're really you.""What the hell was that?" Marco asked, shaking his head.Rocco's expression turned grim as they approached. "Cod

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