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Chapter 179: Pride of a Warrior · Nov 01, 2026

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152 Chapter 152: The Hollow 2026-11-01
153 Chapter 153: Demon and King 2026-11-01
154 Chapter 154: Beyond the Veil (1) 2026-11-01
155 Chapter 155: Beyond the Veil (2) 2026-11-01
156 Chapter 156: More Trouble Ahead (1) 2026-11-01
157 Chapter 157: More Trouble Ahead (2) 2026-11-01
158 Chapter 158: Between Reality and Illusion (1) 2026-11-01
159 Chapter 159: Between Reality and Illusion (2) 2026-11-01
160 Chapter 160: The Demon Prince 2026-11-01
161 Chapter 161: The Island Trial (1) 2026-11-01
162 Chapter 162: The Island Trial (2) 2026-11-01
163 Chapter 163: Daemon Valerion 2026-11-01
164 Chapter 164: Surrounded by Foes 2026-11-01
165 Chapter 165: Complete Chaos 2026-11-01
166 Chapter 166: The First Step into the Island Trial 2026-11-01
167 Chapter 167: Towards Another Hell 2026-11-01
168 Chapter 168: When the Nightmare Begins 2026-11-01
169 Chapter 169: Dominance of the First Years 2026-11-01
170 Chapter 170: Storms on the Horizon 2026-11-01
171 Chapter 171: Clash Beneath the Wing of Night 2026-11-01
172 Chapter 172: Clash of the Elite (1) 2026-11-01
173 Chapter 173: Clash of the Elite (2) 2026-11-01
174 Chapter 174: Clash of the Elite (3) 2026-11-01
175 Chapter 175: Nightmare of Mensis 2026-11-01
176 Chapter 176: The True Trial 2026-11-01
177 Chapter 177: The Awaited Showdown 2026-11-01
178 Chapter 178: Snow Lionheart vs Daemon Valerion 2026-11-01
179 Chapter 179: Pride of a Warrior 2026-11-01
180 Chapter 180: Cold war 2026-11-01
181 Chapter 181: The True Predator 2026-11-01
182 Chapter 182: Dragon and Serpent 2026-11-01
183 Chapter 183: Approaching the End 2026-11-01
184 Chapter 184: The Princess’s Move 2026-11-01
185 Chapter 185: Twists of Fate 2026-11-01
186 Chapter 186: A Quiet Night 2026-11-01
187 Chapter 187: Cursed Power 2026-11-01
188 Chapter 188: The Final Days 2026-11-01
189 Chapter 189: The Moonlight Scheme 2026-11-01
190 Chapter 190: Unveiling the Conspiracy 2026-11-01
191 Chapter 191: One-Sided Battle 2026-11-01
192 Chapter 192: Until Death 2026-11-01
193 Chapter 193: The End of the Trial 2026-11-01
194 Chapter 194: Preliminaries Results 2026-11-01
195 Chapter 195: Quarterfinal Draw 2026-11-01
196 Chapter 196: The Chosen Hero 2026-11-01
197 Chapter 197: The Hardship of the Nightmare 2026-11-01
198 Chapter 198: The Beginning of the Victoriad 2026-11-01
199 Chapter 199: A Hero and an Assassin 2026-11-01
200 Chapter 200: Daemon Valerion vs Danzo Smasher 2026-11-01

Chapter 179: Pride of a Warrior

–Frey Starlightʼs Pov–

”This canʼt be real.”

I couldnʼt believe what my eyes were seeing…

No, what my ears were hearing—

The terrifying wail of that eight-limbed monstrosity.

The Lady of Eight Legs had entered a frenzy, trampling everything around her in a fit of madness.

Her size was colossal—almost mountain-like. I could see her even from a great distance…

And even from here, that cursed aura reached me.

”No… thatʼs not the real one.”

Itʼs impossible for the Empire to have subdued the real Lady of Eight Legs.

She is one of the Three Nightmare Lords, alongside cosmos and the Abyss Watcher.

In other words—she belongs to the SS+ class.

But what I was seeing now… was much weaker.

Once I calmed down and properly assessed the situation, I began to notice the differences.

The real Ladyʼs size is supposed to be far greater than this.

Based on those facts, this must be one of her offspring.

She looked like she had just been born recently…

For the Empire to venture deep into the Southern Nightmare Lands and return with this—

Right from under her motherʼs nose…

The Emperor and his family are completely insane.

Still… this false Lady was massive in her own right. Just her landing on the island had already wiped out dozens of participants.

If they werenʼt careful, theyʼd die. Her venom alone was instantly lethal.

I glanced at my wristwatch before stepping away.

”Iʼm not crazy enough to take that thing on.”

They didnʼt even assign it a point value—

Which meant: it couldnʼt be killed by us. The Lady of Eight Legs had absurd regeneration, regenerating instantly no matter how many times she was cut down.

So the purpose of unleashing this thing…

Was likely to teach us how to run—how to deal with entities far beyond our strength.

Whatever the reason…

It didnʼt matter to me.

”Survive until the end.

Pass the exam.”

Thatʼs all it came down to.

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...

Frey Starlight was far enough away—he didnʼt suffer from the wrath of the Lady of Eight Legs.

But for those nearby…

Everything changed.

Among them—Snow Lionheart and Daemon Valerion were buried beneath the ground after the Ladyʼs last rampage.

One of her legs struck close by, and it flipped the land above their heads—though she hadnʼt even hit them directly.

You could say the whole world held its breath after that scene.

The battle between Daemon and Snow had been so incredible, it made the citizens of the Empire leap to their feet in excitement.

Then came the shock—

Seeing Snow wield multiple elements as if it were nothing… left everyone stunned.

Even the most gifted individuals were only ever born with two elements at most.

His use of all six triggered a violent reaction from the Church, especially from Bishop Plattier, who trembled as he watched Snow fight.

”A blessed one… with such talent and presence…”

The rest of his clergy agreed—

This must be a blessing from their god.

The one they revered and worshiped:

The Lord of light .

They were fully convinced that all divine gifts bestowed upon mankind came from the great Light Sovereign.

So Snowʼs overwhelming talent was the ultimate proof—the perfect example.

Even Yurasha—the silent saintess—was visibly stunned by Snowʼs presence.

Even the blind could see it now—

This was the one they had been waiting for.

Their prophesied hero.

But their hopes…

Were about to be swallowed by despair.

After the Lady of Eight Legsʼ devastating attack, both Snow and Daemon were swallowed by the earth—gone without a trace.

Who knew…

Maybe their hero was buried before he could even rise.

Tension had reached its peak.

A monstrous Nightmare creature had invaded the trial—

And their favorite heroes were now missing.

The spectatorsʼ emotions were in absolute chaos.

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–Snow Lionheart POV–

A splitting headache… unbearable pain…

My face was drenched in blood, grime, and dust—to the point where Iʼd accidentally swallowed some of it.

It was a struggle just to open my eyes.

I was still gripping my sword… but my body felt wrecked—like a giant had stomped on it.

The last thing I remembered was fighting Daemon… then that thing attacking us.

You could say weʼd been buried deep underground.

But I was still alive.

”How long are you planning to stay unconscious, you bastard?”

My senses slowly started coming back.

I heard Daemonʼs voice nearby.

When my blurred vision finally cleared, I saw something strange.

The space was extremely narrow—a massive chunk of rock hovered above us, threatening to crush us under its terrifying weight.

The only thing holding it back…

Was that guy.

Daemon stood over me, holding up the monstrous slab of stone, keeping it from collapsing on us.

And when I looked closer—

Thereʼs no way someone like Daemon should be able to withstand something like that.

But he wasnʼt in his usual state.

I was stunned by what I saw.

Only his hair and the top half of his face were visible…

The rest of his body was wrapped in a terrifying armor unlike anything Iʼd ever seen.

A jet-black suit with golden, scale-like engravings woven in intricate patterns, as if the armor had been ornately crafted just for this moment.

From above, the armor even covered his mouth and nose, making him look like a raging dragon ready to devour its prey.

The pressure he was releasing wasnʼt a joke.

But thanks to it, Daemon endured.

”Daemon… you…”

”Donʼt look at me like that… Huff... Do something—Iʼm at my limit!”

I didnʼt know how long weʼd been stuck like that…

But Daemonʼs condition was clearly bad.

Even with the borrowed power of that strange armor, his body had taken a beating from our fight.

”Hold on!”

I took a deep breath, summoning every bit of aura I had left.

”Mass Reduction.”

With my right hand, I touched the massive slab above us, manipulating its nature—trying to reduce its weight.

With my other hand, I tossed my sword aside and summoned ice.

”Ice Formation.”

Little by little, I kept lightening the stone above us while simultaneously building up pillars of ice beneath it.

Daemon kept it steady, giving me the time I needed.

And only after I took on part of the weight did I realize how utterly insane it was that he had held it up alone…

The mass was no joke.

It took nearly an hour of effort to finally reduce the weight enough for us to push it away and catch our breath.

Surrounded by my ice supports, I stood to my feet with difficulty, while Daemon collapsed to the ground—gasping for air.

That strange armor of his began fading away, visibly retracting.

In a bizarre process, it withdrew into his skin, re-forming as a tattoo—a massive dragon emblazoned across his right arm and part of his back.

”That…”

I pointed to the tattoo.

Daemon, panting heavily, raised a finger to his lips.

”I just saved your damned life… so donʼt say a word.”

”…”

I got the message loud and clear.

If anyone found out he used armor like that, heʼd be disqualified on the spot. That thing had to be at least S-rank…

”Why did you save me?”

That question bothered me even more than the armor itself.

Daemon couldʼve saved himself with that power.

I, on the other hand, wouldʼve been teleported out—disqualified.

In other words, he didnʼt save my life…

He kept me in the exam.

Daemon, sweating heavily, barely sitting upright, took a moment before answering.

His body released steam with every breath—he didnʼt look human anymore.

He looked like a machine pushed to its limit.

”Itʼs not over yet…”

He spoke with difficulty.

”Our fight… itʼs not finished. Iʼm not letting you run away now.”

If Iʼd been disqualified halfway through, I might not have made it into the elimination rounds—only the top eight qualify. Even with my current points…

”Weʼll both make it through.

And then Iʼll crush you in the next round.”

For a moment, I was genuinely impressed…

By how proud he was of himself—even in this condition, he still wanted to prove he was the strongest.

Not through tricks or schemes… but through his own strength.

In his eyes, he was the strongest.

That passion of his…

Earned my respect.

”You canʼt beat me.”

”Tch… Empty words.”

I stepped forward, grabbing his arm and helping support his weight.

”What are you doing?”