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Chapter 333: The Witch’s Gambit (2) · Nov 01, 2026

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303 Chapter 303: The Loop of Sorrow: Awakening in Darkness (1) 2026-11-01
304 Chapter 304: The Loop of Sorrow: Awakening in Darkness (2) 2026-11-01
305 Chapter 305: When Titans Speak 2026-11-01
306 Chapter 306: Nameless (1) 2026-11-01
307 Chapter 307: Nameless (2) 2026-11-01
308 Chapter 308: Journey’s End (1) 2026-11-01
309 Chapter 309: Journey’s End (2) 2026-11-01
310 Chapter 310: The next step (1) 2026-11-01
311 Chapter 311: The next step (2) 2026-11-01
312 Chapter 312: The Calm Before the Storm (1) 2026-11-01
313 Chapter 313: The Calm Before the Storm (2) 2026-11-01
314 Chapter 314: The Hunt Begins (1) 2026-11-01
315 Chapter 315: The Hunt Begins (2) 2026-11-01
316 Chapter 316: No Way Back (1) 2026-11-01
317 Chapter 317: No Way Back (2) 2026-11-01
318 Chapter 318: A Continent Against Twenty-Two 2026-11-01
319 Chapter 319: The hammer and the anvil (1) 2026-11-01
320 Chapter 320: The hammer and the anvil (2) 2026-11-01
321 Chapter 321: Cannon fodder 2026-11-01
322 Chapter 322: Beneath the Crowsʼ Gaze (1) 2026-11-01
323 Chapter 323: Beneath the Crowsʼ Gaze (2) 2026-11-01
324 Chapter 324: Beneath the Crowsʼ Gaze (3) 2026-11-01
325 Chapter 325: Womb of Ashes 2026-11-01
326 Chapter 326: Third-Generation Contracts 2026-11-01
327 Chapter 327: Ashes of Innocence 2026-11-01
328 Chapter 328: Dancing to the Devil’s Tune (1) 2026-11-01
329 Chapter 329: Dancing to the Devil’s Tune (2) 2026-11-01
330 Chapter 330: The Day Death Knocked (1) 2026-11-01
331 Chapter 331: The Day Death Knocked (2) 2026-11-01
332 Chapter 332: The Witch’s Gambit (1) 2026-11-01
333 Chapter 333: The Witch’s Gambit (2) 2026-11-01
334 Chapter 334: Frey starlight vs Beatrice (1) 2026-11-01
335 Chapter 335: Frey starlight vs Beatrice (2) 2026-11-01
336 Chapter 336: The Witch’s Game (1) 2026-11-01
337 Chapter 337: The Witch’s Game (2) 2026-11-01
338 Chapter 338: Snow Lionheart (1) 2026-11-01
339 Chapter 339: Snow Lionheart (2) 2026-11-01
340 Chapter 340: Snow Lionheart (3) 2026-11-01
341 Chapter 341: Snow Lionheart (4) 2026-11-01
342 Chapter 342: The Devil’s Bargain (1) 2026-11-01
343 Chapter 343: The Devil’s Bargain (2) 2026-11-01
344 Chapter 344: The Cost of a Few (1) 2026-11-01
345 Chapter 345: The Cost of a Few (2) 2026-11-01
346 Chapter 346: Maekar Valerion vs Astaroth (1) 2026-11-01
347 Chapter 347: Maekar Valerion vs Astaroth (2) 2026-11-01
348 Chapter 348: Maekar Valerion vs Beatrice (1) 2026-11-01
349 Chapter 349: Maekar Valerion vs Beatrice (2) 2026-11-01
350 Chapter 350: Sir Alon 2026-11-01

Chapter 333: The Witch’s Gambit (2)

Frey and the others watched in horror as the Ultras closed in and a deluge loomed above.

Phoenix clenched his teeth as the tidal wave threatened to swallow them whole.

With a devastating punch, he unleashed the full force of the Eternal Flame technique—

A blazing inferno shot upward, clashing head-on with the torrent.

Fire and water collided in a battle of titanic forces, each pushing to consume the other.

The tide kept coming, and Phoenix kept countering, locked in a grueling struggle.

Then—

”Letʼs fight!!”

Snow roared, drawing Vermithor, ready to charge into battle.

But a thunderous shout from Phoenix stopped him cold.

”NO!!!”

Phoenix was barely holding back Beatriceʼs assault.

But what truly terrified him were the Lords and Hollows who had yet to make their move.

”The backup plan! Do it now—Selena!!”

He knew it—fighting the Ultras head-on meant death for everyone.

Thatʼs why they had prepared a contingency.

Selena immediately understood what Phoenix meant.

Without hesitation, she began casting.

In an instant, glowing marks ignited across everyoneʼs bodies ...

Teleportation seals that Selena had placed earlier.

”Iʼm initiating the mass teleportation—now!”

Everyone turned to her, expressions mixed with shock and resolve.

They all knew what was coming.

They had discussed this moment before… and now, the time had come.

”I canʼt teleport everyone at once—so itʼll have to be random!”

Teleportation magic was among the most difficult to master, and Selena hadnʼt perfected it yet.

The best she could manage was to scatter everyone randomly.

It would save them from immediate annihilation ... but at a cost.

”Youʼll be on your own from now on! Stay strong—and stay alive!”

Phoenix shouted just before the radiant light of teleportation engulfed him.

Scattered across the vast lands of the Ultras, each student would be transported to a different location.

Theyʼd be alone ... but that was still better than dying at the hands of an army like this.

They had made a mistake—thinking they were safe.

That the Ultras wouldnʼt truly come after them.

Now, they had to pay for that mistake.

In that moment of chaos, no one noticed the twisted smile curling on Beatriceʼs face.

And within seconds—everyone disappeared, vanishing one after another in random flashes of light.

But at the very last moment, something strange happened.

Selena, caught mid-cast, noticed one of the elite students resisting her spell—

Not just resisting—nullifying it completely.

There was only one person who couldʼve done that.

”Frey?! What are you doing?!”

She screamed at him, shocked to see that he alone remained.

Frey gave her a calm smile.

”Sorry. Iʼm not leaving.”

”No—!”

Selenaʼs cry was the last thing he heard before she, too, vanished into light, teleported away like the rest.

And then, Frey was alone.

Standing in the middle of the destroyed city.

He let out a deep breath.

”Looks like the ability worked just fine…”

Opening his system interface, Frey deactivated his skill:

— Anti-magic : Level 2

— Allows the user to nullify spells cast within a 5-meter radius.

Since returning from Londor and wearing the Nameless Mask, Freyʼs ability had evolved.

Now, he could cancel magic without needing to touch the caster.

He hadnʼt needed to use it—until now. And it had proven invaluable.

”Well then…”

He exhaled and leapt onto a pile of rubble, moving toward the army that had surrounded him—each step driving him deeper into the crushing weight of their aura.

”Shall we begin?”

...

Beatrice hovered in satisfaction as the Elite Class vanished—scattered across the continent.

”And with that, everyone is now… on their own.”

She smiled and slowly returned to the Ultrasʼ forces waiting nearby.

”This body did quite well,” she said, admiring her performance.

She seemed completely content ... until she felt something approaching from the ruins.

The witch turned.

And so did the entire army.

”Oh? What do we have here?”

Beatrice grinned as she saw a lone figure climb atop the wreckage, standing tall above the shattered cityscape.

It was Frey Starlight.

He looked down at the massive army gathered before him, his violet eyes glowing darkly.

The crushing pressure almost forced him to his knees.

Every cell in his body screamed for him to flee.

But he didnʼt move.

Instead, he cleared his throat and drew on his aura, amplifying his voice.

Taking a deep breath—he roared:

”My name is Frey Starlight!”

His voice thundered across the battlefield, rising even above the deafening sound of the army below.

”Lord of House Starlight. Son of Abraham Starlight!”

Of all the things he couldʼve said… he chose to introduce himself.

Beatrice responded with a playful smile.

”My name is Beatrice—the Eternal Witch. Pleased to meet you, son of Abraham.”

She floated forward, her smile widening.

”Youʼre quite bold, Frey Starlight…”

”Or maybe just stupid. Who knows?”

She laughed, while Frey remained silent.

”Why didnʼt you run, Frey Starlight?”

With each word, her aura intensified, the pressure threatening to crush him completely.

”Perhaps… you have a death wish?”

She wasnʼt entirely wrong—what Frey had done was close to suicide.

Yet, the young lord of House Starlight said nothing.

Instead, he drew his swords—Balerion and the Dark Sister—and unleashed his full power.

He devoured the aura from his inner sea, pushing his body to the brink of explosion.

Only then could he finally breathe ... relieving some of the pressure weighing him down.

”You asked if I wanted to die.”

Frey spoke in his usual calm tone as he stepped off the pile of rubble, walking straight toward the massive army ahead. A crooked smile stretched across his face.

”Death... Yes, Iʼve wished for it. More than once.”

”But those above didnʼt want me dead. They wanted me alive... to entertain them until the very end.”

”What are you talking about?”

Beatrice narrowed her eyes, clearly confused.

But Frey wasnʼt speaking to her. He seemed to be speaking to himself—or perhaps to something else entirely.

”You down here, on the other hand... You want me dead. As soon as possible. Thatʼs the contradiction, isnʼt it?”

Between the ones above who demanded his survival, and those below who craved his death, Frey had made a decision.

He, too, would play the game.

A game where the price was his life.

”Iʼm tired of dancing to the same rhythm.”

His aura erupted violently, and a monstrous grin tore across his face—ear to ear.

Who would interfere this time?