Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest

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The Mangaka’s book flickered, and a colossal mass of amorphous horrors surged forth, fusing into a towering giant of black miasma. It swung its enormous palm, striking Obsidian and hurling it downward.

CRAAASH!

“Grrrr…!”

Obsidian’s wounds closed almost instantly. Its body, forged from highly enhanced, tamed Living Magic Ink, stood up again as though nothing had happened.

“Wow, this one has insane regeneration too?! This is completely nuts!”

Anna felt a thrill watching her new Tamed Beast, but exhaustion tugged at her. The creature’s power strained her control.

Unless she shared the burden…

She turned to Elisa.

“Elisa, you’ve got an affinity for dragons, and its thunder boosted you, right?” Anna asked.

“Wait, you don’t mean…?” Elisa replied. “I had my own summoned dragon back in BNLO, but I can’t call him right now…”

“That’s fine. Why don’t you make this one your familiar too? Let’s share the contract!” Anna urged.

“That sounds completely insane…” Elisa muttered. “Okay! Let’s do it!”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING NOW?!”

The Mangaka roared in fury. Reality warped around them as manga panels materialized everywhere. Giant mummies, zombies, aliens, UFOs, and countless other horrors poured from the frames, assaulting the girls and their Kaiju.

Elisa and Anna focused intently on forging the shared familiar contract. Monica fought desperately to shield them, supported by Anna’s summons. She clashed against the monstrous tide, cursing enemies and draining their mana until they burst apart or Anna’s familiars finished their weakened forms.

But the numbers were overwhelming.

“Ugh, this is too much—Ahh!”

Cornered and swarmed by nightmare manga beasts, Monica braced herself.

Then dozens of razor-sharp blades streaked in from afar, slashing and stabbing the monsters until they exploded into ink.

“You okay, Monica? I’m here—let’s fight together! Elisa, Anna, hurry with your plan!” Elena shouted.

“Okay!”

“Sure!”

Elena channeled her Blue Oni Phantom Samurai powers alongside the newly awakened spiritual and divine energy within her Spiritual Heart. Her aura flared violently. Spiritual Energy of Nature began to blend with her swordsmanship, phantom essence, and shadow elements.

Slowly, a twisted Terrain spread from her feet—dark, abyssal nature: black trees, dark blue grass, roses studded with staring eyes, and other warped, monstrous growths.

From that corrupted soil rose Phantasmal Treants, Ghostly Dryads, and Demonic Gnomes, roaring as they charged the invaders.

“Amazing, Elena! You’re already grasping the elements I gave you and weaving them into your style just as I taught you!” Elayne said, beaming with pride. She ached to intervene, but this was Elena’s moment—she refused to steal her daughter’s growth.

“Yes, Mom…! It’s all because you’re here with me…!” Elena whispered, a single tear escaping as she swung her blade.

A second sword of dark wood materialized in her other hand. She adopted a dual-wield stance, merging Fire and Water to summon thick Mist that let her vanish and reappear among foes. She fused Earth with Fire, unleashing volcanic eruptions that devoured dozens in blazing fury. Wind and Fire combined into searing tornadoes that incinerated everything in their path.

Meanwhile, Elisa and Anna pressed forward with the shared contract.

The Mangaka, seething, directed his Black Miasma Giant to crush them. Its hundred-meter fists descended like judgment.

But he had neglected two other groups.

A golden spear of light pierced the giant’s hand. Celestial flames erupted, reducing the limb to ash.

“I’ll have to stop you right there!”

BOOOM!

Frank descended from the sky, summoning dozens of “Fake” weapons forged by his power. He unleashed them all at once—each an imitation of an ancient mythical armament—impaling the giant. The replicas detonated in a relentless chain of explosions.

From Elena’s perspective, Frank wielded more than strange Starlight-like Mana. He commanded a true Celestial Weapon housing an Angel’s soul and possessed bizarre magic that recreated legendary arms—albeit fragile ones used mostly as explosive projectiles.

“Frank, don’t hog the spotlight—I want to fight too!”

“Yeah, make some room. We’re coming in.”

With Frank carving an opening, Erika and Harumi surged forward and began transforming.

Erika’s change was the most dramatic. Her human skin sloughed away as a massive, furred beast erupted beneath. Golden gleaming fur, blazing red eyes, razor claws, and a long fluffy tail—she threw back her head and howled with primal fury.

To those who didn’t know her, the revelation hit hard: Erika was a genuine Werewolf. Fully transformed, she became an unstoppable beast-warrior radiating golden spiritual divine power unlike any ordinary lycanthrope—the very essence of radiant light.

Her claws tore through the air, unleashing waves of cutting lightning that slashed across the giant and forced it backward.

The Mangaka struggled, warping space and painting new panels in a desperate bid to trap them in isolated scenarios.

But it was too late.

“Divine Light! Amaterasu’s Sun!”

Matsuo summoned Amaterasu’s own power. A blazing sun ignited overhead, incinerating the panels until they dissolved back into ink. The Mangaka staggered; holes tore through his titan as golden light and Harumi’s blood energy erupted from within.

Harumi had partially transformed too—bat-like ears and wings unfurling as she unleashed devastating strikes.

At the same moment, Maria, Alma, Emily, and Sofia charged as one.

Their Dream Hearts manifested Dream Weapons and Spirits. They released their full might simultaneously.

Alma called forth the fury of the seas, conjuring a towering tsunami that coiled into a colossal sea serpent. It wrapped around the giant’s left arm, crushing and dissolving it back into ink.

Emily’s thunderous armor shrank and reshaped into an electric guitar of copper and iron, bristling with spikes. As she played, thunderbolts rained down—each bolt morphing into roaring dragons or giant fists that hammered the giant relentlessly.

Sofia’s automaton expanded to titanic size. It soared above the entity and drove gleaming blades of holy light into the miasma giant, cracking its entire form with blinding radiance.

The Mangaka’s summoned monstrosity teetered on the edge of collapse.

In a final, frantic act, he tore the giant apart and detonated it.

Everyone braced for the blast.

But the true horror came next.

Every fragment of Living Magic Ink reformed into smaller creatures. They began devouring the Domain itself, swelling rapidly in seconds—multiplying uncontrollably.

Each new giant birthed its own distorted “Horror Story,” spawning endless monstrosities that attacked from every direction, overwhelming the battlefield in sheer, nightmarish volume.

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