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Chapter 201 Never · Oct 09, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 Never 2026-10-09
202 Chapter 202 Question 2026-10-09
203 Chapter 203 Tomorrow 2026-10-09
204 Chapter 204 Answer 2026-10-09
205 Chapter 205 Shame 2026-10-09
206 Chapter 206 Determination 2026-10-09
207 Chapter 207 Dream 2026-10-09
208 Chapter 208 Lorian Blackwood 2026-10-09
209 Chapter 209 Vaz 2026-10-09
210 Chapter 210 Boring 2026-10-09
211 Chapter 211 In 2026-10-09
212 Chapter 212 MMORPG-1 2026-10-09
213 Chapter 213 MMORPG-2 2026-10-09
214 Chapter 214 Rejected 2026-10-09
215 Chapter 215 Rank 1 2026-10-09
216 Chapter 216 Rumour 2026-10-09
217 Chapter 217 Cannon Fodder 2026-10-09
218 Chapter 218 Preparation for Annihilation 2026-10-09
219 Chapter 219 : Spy 2026-10-09
220 Chapter 220 : Kneel 2026-10-09
221 Chapter 221 : Trust 2026-10-09
222 Chapter 222 : Debuff 2026-10-09
223 Chapter 223 For Now 2026-10-09
224 Chapter 224 Humblebrag 2026-10-09
225 Chapter 225 Home 2026-10-09
226 Chapter 226 Unite 2026-10-09
227 Chapter 227 Weapon Training 2026-10-09
228 Chapter 228 Elemental Training-1 2026-10-09
229 Chapter 229 Elemental Training-2 2026-10-09
230 Chapter 230 Romulus 2026-10-09
231 Chapter 231 Motherly love 2026-10-09
232 Chapter 232 Meeting 2026-10-09
233 Chapter 233 Home Again 2026-10-09
234 Chapter 234 Show off 2026-10-09
235 Chapter 235 Left Out 2026-10-09
236 Chapter 236 Death 2026-10-09
237 Chapter 237 Enlightenment 2026-10-09
238 Chapter 238 Barren 2026-10-09
239 Chapter 239 Gaze 2026-10-09
240 Chapter 240 The Starborn Tournament 2026-10-09
241 Chapter 241 Fucked 2026-10-09
242 Chapter 242 Age 2026-10-09
243 Chapter 243 Ascension Mirage 2026-10-09
244 Chapter 244 Fakes 2026-10-09
245 Chapter 245 Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos 2026-10-09
246 Chapter 246 Lucian Darkheart 2026-10-09
247 Chapter 247 Five hundred meters 2026-10-09
248 Chapter 248 Unique abilities 2026-10-09
249 Chapter 249 Time 2026-10-09
250 Chapter 250 Son 2026-10-09

Chapter 201 Never

Scintilla observed her daughter with a radiant smile, one that seemed to brim with the certainty of the inevitable.

She had gone to unimaginable lengths, even taking her daughterʼs life with her own hands, all in the name of honing Serenelleʼs extraordinary Talent.

Yet, that confident smile wavered as her gaze fell upon the unexpected, her daughterʼs severed head tumbling through the air.

What she had foreseen as inevitable, Anthonyʼs death, Serenelleʼs triumph, was unraveling before her very eyes.

She knew that even with her daughterʼs ability to return from death, Serenelleʼs chances of victory were slim.

Scintilla had witnessed Anthony crush Vahalin without breaking a sweat.

She wasnʼt naive enough to believe Serenelle could prevail in a direct confrontation.

But Serenelleʼs victory didnʼt rely on brute force; it hinged on the base action granted by her Talent.

It had worked, once.

Yet, Anthony had another card up his sleeve.

Scintilla watched in growing disbelief as her daughter revived, only to die again.

Anthony had fallen for the base action once, but he had already adapted, countering it effortlessly with ruthless precision.

Her daughterʼs repeated deaths played out before her eyes, and with each revival, hope diminished.

Then she saw Anthony sheath his katana.

In a blink, he was beside Serenelle, his hand resting on her head.

Blue flames erupted, devouring Serenelle entirely, leaving no trace, not even ashes.

Scintillaʼs radiant confidence dimmed, replaced by the weight of inevitability.

Her daughter was no match for Anthony.

Scintilla stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the empty space where her daughter had vanished.

She waited.

Waited for Serenelle to come back to life, as she always did.

But nothing happened.

Her composure began to falter as Anthony reclined beneath the parasol he had conjured earlier, a faint, satisfied smile gracing his lips.

Time dragged on, and still, there was no sign of Serenelle.

An hour passed.

The silence was heavy, yet the crowd remained patient.

Serenelle had been known to ʼfakeʼ her demise before, disappearing for hours during the early stages of battles, only to reappear at the opportune moment.

Surely, this was another of her ploys.

Five hours passed. Your next chapter is on empire

The confidence in the air began to dissipate. Spectators shifted uneasily, their eyes darting to Scintilla as if demanding answers.

Their silent stares seemed to ask: ʼCould her daughter no longer resurrect?ʼ

But Scintilla remained stoic, unwilling to admit defeat.

She knew her daughterʼs Talent, Cycle of Nines, granted nine lives.

Serenelle had not yet exhausted them all, she was certain.

And so she waited.

Another five hours slipped away.

Eleven hours had now passed since Serenelleʼs last death, and the faint glimmer of hope in the crowd faded into resignation.

”We have to end this”

Baldor Ironhammer finally declared, breaking the oppressive silence.

”We canʼt wait forever. Your daughter might have used up all her saved lives, and you just donʼt want to accept it”

Gorath Storm said, his tone impatient.

Of all the gathered, he seemed the most bored.

Scintillaʼs eyes narrowed as she turned her gaze toward him, her patience thinning.

If she could communicate with Serenelle after her deaths, she would have demanded an explanation for the delay.

But that luxury wasnʼt granted to her.

ʼWhy is she taking so much time?ʼ

She thought, frustration flickering in her mind.

The possibility of Serenelleʼs permanent death never crossed her mind.

It wasnʼt arrogance, it was certainty.

But she sighed, acknowledging she couldnʼt keep everyone waiting indefinitely.

Only she knew the truth: Serenelle could resurrect nine times.

ʼEven if she didnʼt win, at least sheʼll keep her lifeʼ

Scintilla thought, her gaze shifting to Anthony.

Finally, she turned to the gathered audience.

”I understand. We will declare Anthony the winner. There is no need to keep waiting”

A wave of quiet agreement swept through the crowd, though some muttered amongst themselves.

Aeltharion Moonwhisper, the Elf King, stood tall, his piercing gaze settling on Anthony.

Without warning, the parasol and reclined chair Anthony was seated on disintegrated into nothingness.

Anthony noticed the sudden change but didnʼt sense the slightest ripple of power or movement in the wind.

He didnʼt dwell on it; he already knew his strength wasnʼt comparable to the Elf Kingʼs.

”I must admit”

Aeltharion said, his voice calm yet authoritative.

”I never expected a human to win. Even if Vahalin failed, I thought the victor would emerge from one of the higher races, not from a lower race like a human or demi-human”

The Elf King spoke without malice, only blunt honesty.

His words carried a weight that silenced any objections, for they reflected what many had thought.

”To think you were this strong all along, yet chose to conceal it, only revealing your true strength in moments of peril”

Aeltharion continued.

Anthony remained silent, his expression unreadable as his eyes fixed on the Elf King.

”But it doesnʼt matter”

Aeltharion concluded.

”You are the last one standing. Therefore, in this Bloodbath, I, Aeltharion Moonwhisper, declare you, Null Anthony, the winner”

The crowd fell into silence, their eyes on Anthony.

They expected a reaction, a smile, a nod, a sign of pride.

But Anthony gave none.

Instead, his gaze shifted away from Aeltharion and landed on his mother, Mitchelle.

Her face lit with uncontainable happiness and pride.

She had eyes only for her son, scanning him for signs of harm.

The moment Serenelleʼs blade pierced Anthonyʼs chest earlier, Mitchelle had been ready to intervene.

Only Michaelʼs hand on her shoulder had stopped her.

”Heʼs our monster baby”

Michael had said, confident in Anthonyʼs ability to overcome any obstacle.

And he had.

If Michael hadnʼt stopped her, she would have interfered.

Now, Mitchelle blurred and appeared before Anthony, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

Her overwhelming love radiated through the gesture.

Anthonyʼs stoic demeanor cracked as a small smile tugged at his lips.

He returned her hug warmly, though his inner thoughts betrayed his embarrassment.

ʼDammit, Mom. Youʼre cramping my style in front of these big shotsʼ

Beside them, Irene descended gracefully.

With a wave of her hand, she cast a healing spell over Anthony, though there were no injuries left to heal.

It was an act she enjoyed, and Anthony was far too familiar with her habits to protest.

Michael and Collins remained seated, their gazes locked on Anthony, pride blazing in their eyes.

ʼMy monster babyʼ

Michael thought with satisfaction.

Mitchelle stood beside Anthony, her joy still evident, but her eyes briefly shifted to Alala.

Something unspoken passed between them, though Alalaʼs anger hadnʼt abated.

In the next moment, Anthony, Irene, and Mitchelle vanished under Mitchelleʼs power.

Elara, standing nearby, sighed deeply and glanced at Alala before disappearing in a flash of crimson light.

One by one, the spectators began to leave.

The Bloodbath had reached its conclusion.

But Scintilla remained, her thoughts heavy.

She had waited for her daughter to return.

And waited.

But Serenelle would never return to her.

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