The Over-Break System

**It’s Wednesday, so that means 1500 word Single Chapter; remember Wed and Sun I do single, longer chapters instead of two. **

[NOW!] Cynrik shouted, causing Brance to swing his Greatsword like a loaded baseball bat. 

In response, all of the milky glowing marbles were launched like fighter jets off an aircraft carrier, and if one looked closely, they would even be able to notice a faint burst of HolyFire trailing from the back of the marbles. 

Unlike Cynrik, whose Mana control and MIND stats were absurdly high, Brance had to rely on two external factors to hit his mark. 

The first was utilizing the momentum caused by swinging his Greatsword to get the marbles into motion, while the second factor was micro course corrections using his HolyFire. 

Releasing his weapon and allowing it to float in the air, Brance thrust both arms forward and manipulated as many of the [White Dwarfs] as possible. 

Puppeteering over forty tiny orbs was a daunting task; without the high perception of his brother, nor the parallel thought processes, Brance struggled even to get the 49 orbs to separate enough to make their way toward the slightly larger portals. 

But that was where Cynrik came in; having already anticipated this scenario, he controlled the Ambient Dark and Umbra Mana particles abundantly present in the Shadow Realm, generating make-shift tubes linked to the portals.

Each tube connected on one end to one of the 49 portals before spiderwebbing down and sucking a marble in; this was the only way Cynrik could guarantee they went unnoticed since expanding the portals wouldn’t be necessary. 

Although he was using a contrasting Element, it was enough to create a strange phenomenon, similar to the opposite ends of a magnet repelling each other. 

The tubes resembling black snakes began breaking down as the marbles traveled through them; however, they served their purpose, and right before the zombies broke through the 5-meter mark, the WDs flashed through the Barrier into reality and kicked off phase two of the plan. 

Recapturing the Umbra Mana particles used to create the tubes, Cynrik clapped his hands together, separating the particles in two. Then, clasping his hands like you would if making a snowball, Cynrik suddenly tore the air apart, generating two effects. 

The first was a long inky black tendril, and the second was a two-meter circular ring right under the injured Governess’s feet. Within a fraction of a second, the portal opened up like a hole into the abyss of hell, and the tendril snaked through the portal, wrapped itself around her waist, and yanked her down and into the Shadow Realm, causing the woman to yelp in fright. 

What startled her the most wasn’t suddenly falling downward; instead, what caused her pretty face to distort in confusion and terror was the multiple bright flashes of Light that exploded in every zombie’s face.

As the Governess sank into the Shadow Realm, she stared up and watched as the world seemed to lose all color due to the portal closing just in time to avoid the incredibly bright and powerful explosions. 

Brance had practically burned every ounce of Light Mana in his body preparing the [White Dwarfs], and as such, the explosions they caused were a sight to behold. 

Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, due to their proximity to the blast site, thanks to the Barrier between realms, Brance, Geralt, and the Governess heard nothing and only saw a bright flash of Light followed by the disintegration of the moving corpses. 

The only person who could hear the deafening explosion was Cynrik, who, thanks to his strange connection with the Shadow Realm and its tangible Barrier, cupped his ears and flew downward. 

”FUCK ME! THAT’S LOUD!” He shouted as the tinnitus kicked in, loudly ringing his ears. Lowering his hands, Cynrik shook his head a few times as his Healing factor kicked in, and the damage to his eardrums swiftly repaired itself automatically. 

”What, huh, how?” the Governess mumbled as her attention was drawn to Cynrik, who was opening and closing his mouth like a fish to clear the pressure in his head. 

”Huff…huff, hello, Ma’am, I know you are in shock right now, but explanations can happen later; we must treat your injuries since your life is in danger.” Floating up beside the Governess, Brance gently placed his hands on her shoulders, causing the woman to flinch like a scared kitten, and guided her toward the ground while attempting to catch his breath. 

Burning so much Mana in one go was hard on him and left him struggling to breathe as Mana Sickness began setting in. Glancing at his MP Bar, he estimated there was only 2% left in his tank, something that never happened, but given the fight and what he had just accomplished, it made sense that he felt like he went through years’ worth of physical exercise in a short period. 

”You…you’re Brance Jetlensr.” Landing on the ground, the Governess collapsed onto her knees and watched as Brance chugged one Mana Potion after another.

Meanwhile, Cynrik landed beside them and flashed the woman a charming smile. 

”Miss, this will sting a bit, but I must first eliminate the Death Mana in your body before we can use high-Grade Health Potions to close your wounds. Since there are only Dark Varient Mana particles in this Realm of mine, Brancie won’t be able to do it, so bear with me, and forgive me if I have to touch certain parts of your body.” Cynrik scanned her body with [Mana Sight], trying to seem as casual as possible. 

Fighting back the urge to whistle at the stellar and downright sexy body he saw as if the stunning woman was naked, Cynrik didn’t bother waiting for permission and placed his hand atop the Governess’s head before sending whisps of Umbra Mana through the crown of her skull. 

The sensation of his invasive Mana entering her body sent a cold shiver down the Governess’s spine. Before she realized it, the woman released a provocative moan because the cold feeling was quickly replaced with lustful pleasure. 

[Cyn…don’t get any thoughts; she’s injured and, most of all, MARRIED.] Knowing his brother better than anyone could ever claim to, Brance swiftly scolded Cynrik. He usually wouldn’t have said anything, but when Cynrik’s hand flipped over and gently caressed the woman’s cheek, Brance felt the need to step in and bring morals into the situation. 

[Shhhh, lemmie, do my thing, you cock blocker, this chick is too hot. Who gives a fuck if she’s married.] Cynrik stated with a scoff as he watched the Governess squirm under his touch.

[Plus, the forbidden fruit tastes the best; help Geralt or something you pest, shoo, shoo.] Rolling his eyes, Cynrik trailed his hand down the woman’s pale neck and traced her collarbone, under her chin, and to the other side.

By this point, the Governess was practically panting and pushing her body against Cynrik’s hand as it explored her skin and made its way toward her cleavage. 

Either uncaring or having wholly given in to lust, thanks to the intense pleasure she was experiencing, the Governess felt no pain from her injuries. 

As time passed, her ragged breathing increased, and her pale milky skin flushed pink while she became aware of the dampness between her legs. 

Even so, she wasn’t embarrassed and had given in entirely to the young man, only barely restraining herself from stripping down then and there. 

Unfortunately, even though the woman was clearly not in the right state of mind, and Cynrik could practically have his way with her, even he knew now wasn’t the best time to push his luck, so he put some distance between his hand and her flesh while moving over her ample breast without physically touching the round mounds of fat. 

The sight was enough for Brance to relax. Even though Cynrik was pushing boundaries, he could see the Umbra Mana flowing in the Governess’s body as it attacked any Death Mana particles it came in contact with before moving on. 

Although the process was slow, Cynrik found his way to the woman’s Codex and frowned when he saw the effect Haylon’s Mana had on the organ and the Mana particles contained within. 

’Fuck, this is going to be an annoying challenge.’ He thought as his right hand crept up to the back of the woman’s neck, and with a faint smacking sound, he chopped her hard enough to rob the Governess of consciousness. 

Catching her limp body, he gently laid the woman down on her back and withdrew multiple Health potions. Realizing it was going to be a tricky task to remove all the swirling Death Mana eroding her Codex, Cynrik placed his hand firmly against the woman’s breast, not forgetting to cop a good feel of the spongy and elastic mound, and forced a large amount of Umbra Mana into her chest. 

While his left hand gripped her breast, Cynrik isolated her Codex, sent a pulse of Mana through every inch of her body, excluding the Codex, and instantly cleared any remaining Death Mana before opening her mouth and pouring the potions down her throat. 

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