A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1181: I Consider Myself His

Archer, leaning heavily on the Chull Queen Valariana for support, staggered toward Apollonia, who lay pinned beneath Teuilaʼs foot, pressed firmly against her chest and blade at her throat.

His gaze locked onto the pink-haired woman, and a weak but dark smile spread across his face. As he stopped before her, his voice, hoarse but laced with venom, cut through the tension.

”You thought this was the end?” he rasped. ”Me and my harem, weʼll make sure you suffer for years to come. Death wonʼt be an option, no matter how much you beg for it.”

When Apollonia heard this, hate appeared in her blood-red eyes as she spoke, ”My kind will come for me and destroy this world.”

Archer started laughing, which hurt him before teasing the woman. ”I love killing your kind. Iʼm sure your family screamed for mercy as I butchered them like a monster. You should have killed me when you had the chance but no, you had to monolog and allowed my women to come for me.”

The pink-haired woman got angry, but a swift punch from Kassandra put a stop to that as the Kraken commented, ”Donʼt fucking look at him like that bitch! The next time you do, Iʼll remove your teeth.”

He let out a laugh when hearing the dark-haired beauty defend him with a fierce expression that shut Apollonia up, but the moment the sound escaped his lips, pain shot through his body like an electric shock, making him wince.

Brooke appeared before him in an instant, her expression filled with concern. She placed a gentle hand on his chest, her eyes closing as she channeled her mana into him. Archer gritted his teeth, trying to endure the burning sensation as the poison clashed with the energy, spreading its corrosive grip deeper.

It sizzled, intensifying the agony. Brooke suddenly sighed softly, her voice laced with frustration. ”They hit you with Anti-Mana poison,” she explained, her tone heavy. ”The more you try to fight it, the more pain it will cause. The poison feeds off your mana... and itʼll only get worse.”

Archer chuckled as he spat up blood, ”Just my luck, they always hit me with poisons,” he said in a weak voice.

Teuila turned on him and warned, ”Stop joking around! You could die, or have you forgotten that youʼre made from mana?”

”Weʼll take him back to the palace. You two will go get Halime while Valariana will stay with him, so heʼs safe,” Brooke commanded the group.

The Chull Queen agreed with a determined nod as she spoke, ”My Colony is developing well and I laid trillions of eggs. I can take a break to look after our husband.”

When the three women heard this, they looked at the tall blonde as Kassandra giggled. ”Are you his woman now, Vala?”

She shook her head before explaining, ”No not yet but I consider myself his, thanks to Master we have these forms.”

Archer let out a weak chuckle, but the laughter quickly turned into a guttural groan as the pain intensified. The cuts on his face flared to life, burning like fire as they reopened, sending waves of agony through his body.

He collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, his muscles failing him. Valariana rushed forward to grab him, but he pushed her away with a fierce growl, ”Leave me be for a minute, I want to see what sheʼs done to me.”ʼ

”Donʼt, Little Light!” Brooke warned, her voice urgent as she knelt beside him. ”We can fix this. Just hold on.”

She clenched her fists, her eyes burning with rage. ”Iʼll track down that Natalia Volkovitch bitch on Verdantia and bring her to heal you, even if I have to tear the whole damn continent apart to do it!”

Struggling to focus through the haze of agony, Archer ignored her and used his mana, summoning a mirror. The sight that met his eyes made his stomach turn. The left side of his face was a mangled mess, the skin torn and shredded, leaving deep, gaping wounds that bled freely.

Blood poured from the slashes, dripping in thick, dark streaks, and he could feel the sting of the open cuts, the very sight of them making him feel nauseous. The sight of himself, mutilated and vulnerable, made the poison burn deeper.

As he gazed at his reflection, his mana surged uncontrollably, a torrent of raw power flaring outward and sending the women crashing back. His world seemed to crumble at the realization of his current weakness.

Archer quickly realized the extent of his mutilated body, shattered by poison and wounds. His mind became heavy with a harsh realization that he was a fool for falling into Apolloniaʼs trap and getting this hurt.

He stared at the twisted, bloodied mess of his face, the rage and shame rising within him like a tidal wave. His eyes flickered with disgust. With a grimace, he created a mask for his mana to hide the hideous scars that now disfigured his once handsome face.

The mask suddenly appeared, and as he placed it onto his face, the searing pain from the wounds flared, making him grit his teeth. A strangled yelp escaped his throat, his body wracked with agony, but he didnʼt let go.

Archer made sure it would never come off by using his mana to hold it in place, shocking the four women. Kassandra had her hand over her mouth as Teuilaʼs blue eyes burned with rage as she turned to the pink-haired woman.

Apollonia let out manic laughs as she exclaimed, ”Youʼre no longer handsome, you look like a monster that will scare children, now live with it Demon.”

When the group heard this, their heads snapped in her direction, causing Brooke to speak in a voice full of hate, ”Ladies, beat this bitch and show her what happens when she runs her filthy

mouth.”

Teuila, Kassandra, and Valariana nodded with determination before the trio closed in on Apollonia, their expressions hardening with an uncontrollable rage. The pink-haired woman stood defiantly, but she could feel the shift in the air as the three women advanced.

The Aquarian Princess was the first to strike, her fist snapping forward like a hammer, landing squarely on her jaw with a sickening crack as she exclaimed, ”I promise you now bitch, you will pay for what you have done to my boy!”

Apollonia staggered back, stunned, but before she could recover, Kassandra was there, launching a savage knee into her stomach, knocking the wind from her lungs. As she gasped for air, Valarianaʼs massive form barreled forward.

Her powerful fist came down like a wrecking ball, hitting Apollonia across the face, and sending her crashing to the ground. The Chull Queen went crazy as her black eyes glowed with

rage.

Archer felt the ground every time her punches connected with the Terravian. Loud claps echoed out as the pink-haired woman tried to defend herself, but it was useless as Valariana wasnʼt letting up and her power increased with her rage.

”Youʼre not the one in control anymore,” Teuila growled, stepping forward to grab Apollonia by the hair, forcing her bloodied head up to face them after the blonde was done. ”This is just the beginning. You will beg me for death.”

Kassandra smirked, cracking her knuckles. ”You shouldʼve known better than to mess with

us.”

With one last roar of fury, the three women descended on the person who brutally mutilated their lover, each blow landing with brutal force, determined to make her feel every ounce of

pain she had inflicted.

Archer smiled when seeing this as Brooke wrapped her arm around his body while lifting him to his feet and reassured him with a whisper, ”Youʼre still sexy, Little Light. My panties are

already wet for you.”

He tried to laugh, but everything hurt, causing him to speak. ”Take me back to the palace. I want to be alone. Donʼt forget about Lioran and the others.”

The older woman nodded before speaking to the three girls who were still beating up Apollonia, ”Put a slave crest on that bitch and bring her with us. Archer needs to rest while I

go find Natalia.”

Teuila agreed just as Kassandra cast a slave spell on the pink-haired woman before giving her an order, ”Follow me, if you donʼt keep up weʼll beat you again.”ʼ

With a strained breath, Archer summoned a Gate to Draconia, the exertion causing the searing

pain in his body to intensify. He stumbled through the portal, his vision swimming as he landed unsteadily in his room.

The familiar surroundings offered little comfort as he shut the portal behind him and redirected it to the palace entrance with his remaining strength, as he wanted to be alone for a

while.

After that, Archer shuffled over to the door. ʼI need to rest for a while,ʼ he thought as the pain racked his body. ʼNo one needs to see me like this.ʼ

[Drop some powerstones, comments, and gifts to help the novel grow; I appreciate all the

support you can give]