Chapter 183: 183: My Master, My God

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: My Master, My God

Chapter 183 – My Master, My God

The ground was soaked red.

The air was heavy with death—despair, pain, fear… and blood. You could barely count on two hands the number of people still standing in this battlefield.

More than half of them were dead.

The ones still breathing were either monsters with great talents—or smart enough to betray their faction early.

Because if you betrayed mid-fight? The women showed you no mercy.

None.

They killed, and killed, and killed again.

Noah’s faction didn’t disappoint either. Their performance had been nothing short of everything he trusted them to be. Especially Eric and Rouge—those two had carved their worth into the battlefield.

Malrik would’ve been right up there with them… if he stopped being such a simp and actually fought instead of just babysitting Rouge.

A damn heir of Death… simping.

What a fucking disaster.

The Shadowbounds and Bloodhearts had suffered plenty of casualties. But none of them gave a damn.

One was a clan of assassins raised with death. The other? A bloodline of maniacs who bathed in it.

And if you’d seen Red Bloodheart standing over the corpses of beastmen—covered in blood, muscles gleaming, abs sculpted, her red hair wild and her curves still looking like sin itself while she laughed like a lunatic—

Yeah.

You’d understand why someone would jerk off to that.

Kinky?

Whatever.

But they weren’t the only devils dancing.

The demons—Lilith, Belzebuth, and their legions—had crushed the dragons and the celestials.

Yeah, they used numbers.

Yeah, they used dirty tricks.

But guess what?

This is war.

And if a certain black-haired and red eyed girl from a certain War Clan ever taught us anything, it’s that in war you must be flexible.

And the demons did. They have used everything at their disposal.

And so…they won.

And in the end?

They were right.

…

Elsewhere, the battles of Noah’s beautiful, terrifying women were wrapping up as well.

Aphasia stood victorious, her power was pushed to new heights by her transformation. Nephis lay now beneath her, chest to the ground, hair tangled, blood on her lips.

“You… you’re being unfair, big sister…” Nephis muttered weakly.

Aphasia sat calmly on her back like it was her throne, smiling like a cat who caught her prey.

“I warned you, didn’t I?”

And she laughed.

A small, playful, almost mocking laugh.

…

Not far away, Sophie stood before a broken Antares—the Elf King.

Burn marks covered him. Blood stained his robe. His eyes trembled as he looked at her transformation, his body frozen by a fear too deep to name.

He wasn’t afraid of Sophie.

He was afraid of what was inside her.

Because when Noah fused the “World Tree’s Lover” bloodline—an upgraded version of Aphasia’s—with his Elysiari heritage… something changed inside his bloodline.

Now the Elysiari women carried a scent the elves knew all too well.

The scent of the World Tree.

Their so-called mother.

And to Antares? Facing that scent in battle?

It was blasphemy.

So he dropped his arms.

He gave up.

But it wasn’t enough. Not for Sophie.

What he’d done was unforgivable.

“I didn’t want to do this to Aphasia’s father,” she said coldly. “But I don’t care anymore.”

Her voice dropped like a guillotine:

“Kneel. Or die.”

Antares stood frozen, stunned—then slowly… he knelt.

His head hit the bloodstained ground.

A king. A monarch of an entire continent. An SS-rank who’d lived for millennia—bowing before a 20-year-old woman.

Now…that was something worthy.

{DING! DING! DING!}

The Akashic Records chimed, recording his shame.

…

Elsewhere, Morgan lay on the ground, a gaping hole in her chest where her heart used to be.

Still alive—somehow.

What a tenacious woman.

She looked up weakly.

In front of her stood Zara, holding a radiant heart etched with blood-red runes.

Morgan’s heart.

Zara smirked.

“See? SS rank? Nothing impressive.”

Alice burst out laughing, her laughter shaking the air like bombs going off.

Truly, a devilish duo.

…

Another duo stood in triumph as well.

Yuki and Elizabeth, gazing down at the barely breathing King Valdor.

He wasn’t dead. But he was close, very close.

Another minute and he’d bleed out on his own.

“King of the jungle, my foot,” Yuki sneered.

“Let’s make sure he doesn’t die. Husband might want him for something,” Elizabeth said sweetly.

Then she tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “But really… what kind of king loses to two small, innocent girls?”

King Valdor coughed up blood, fury burning in his bones.

‘Innocent my ass—fuck you both!’ he screamed internally, cursing these two monsters to hell.

…

Neko, Ester, Anya, Selene—even Elira, who was busy torturing some suicidal dragon soul—suddenly turned their gazes in the same direction.

Not only them, but all the women turned their head to the same direction.

They felt it.

He was here.

Before anyone else could even notice… they felt him.

Because of their connection.

Because they were his.

The first thing Noah did?

Simple.

…

He arrived silently. No grand entrance. No flash of power.

No one saw him. No one sensed him except his wives.

And that was because he allowed them to.

Because if he didn’t not even they would’ve noticed.

He appeared right behind the draconic beast that had nearly killed Leona.

He placed a hand on its shoulder.

Gentle.

Soft.

But to the beast?

It was like the entire heavens crushed him in that one touch.

Noah’s voice was low and cold.

“Who the fuck do you think you are touching my subordinate?”

“Just because you are SS rank means you can bully her? You think that matters to me?”

“What a daring beast.”

Frost bloomed from Noah’s palm.

And in an instant—the creature froze.

From the inside out.

No resistance. No scream. No movement.

A SS-rank reduced to an ice sculpture.

And Noah?

He didn’t even blink.

He walked to Leona, who lay broken, half her body gone. She was minutes from death.

He lifted her into his arms—gently, like she was made of glass.

He raised one finger.

A white flame flickered into existence.

He pressed it softly into the shattered remains of her heart.

BADUM.

Her chest pulsed.

Again.

And again.

Her body began to rebuild. Flesh. Bone. Muscle. Everything returned.

It was Elijah’s phoenix flame that he had copied and make better.

Noah smiled faintly.

“Take this as a gift, no… a reward. For all your work and dedication, my little blackmailer disciple.”

He then placed her inside a barrier—warm, protective. Then vanished in molten light.

What he left behind wasn’t an unconscious Leona.

It was an awakened one.

And in her chest?

Fire.

Fire that melted not just her body, but her soul.

She placed a hand over her heart.

“Truly… my master is the best,” she whispered, her voice low but filled with deep emotions.

And like fire always does—

It melted.

Her fear.

Her doubts.

Her heart.

Until all that was left was—

Love.

Devotion.

Worship.

“I… love you… my master… my light… my god.” Leona said as her body trembled in pure devotion and love.

[Leona’s feelings for you have taken a drastic turn.]

[It is no longer respect and fear.]

[It is now: love, devotion, and worship.]

[Leona’s feelings have reached 100%.]

…

Noah appeared before the green dome where Lucius was trapped with the strange elf.

He placed his hand on it.

The dome turned to nothing instantly.

Inside, Orien sat on the ground, looking at him dazed. Lucius was wrapped in some sort of organic wood.

Noah clicked his fingers.

Lucius was freed instantly.

Orien blinked up.

“What the fuck—someone prettier than me in this barren world?” he said, stunned.

Noah tilted his head.

“You… are quite interesting.”

He smiled.

“Fine. I’ll capture you too.”

Transparent spirits appeared—binding Orien in place.

Noah tossed Lucius a small flame, void black and gently pulsing.

A flame of nothingness.

“Take it. You earned it. It’s not what I promised, but it’s a step closer.”

Then he vanished.

Like a shadow walking through sunlight.

…

Everything he’d done—no one saw.

Only his wives knew.

Then—

He let himself be felt.

And in that instant—Domy, Ray, and Elijah all sensed him.

Elijah froze.

He didn’t even have time to react before Noah appeared right in front of him with a smiling face.

He glanced down at Oliver, Aiden, and Patricia—bloodied, broken, barely alive.

He sighed.

“I gave you the chance to take your revenge,” he said to Aiden and Patricia. “But as you can see… you can’t. Not even your father could.”

He clicked his finger and instantly the three were teleported away—right beside Eric and Rouge.

Then Noah turned to Elijah.

Or more specifically—

The woman beside him.

Foxy.

Or rather—

“Lorna, how was your stay with our dear Chosen One?” Noah asked with a smile.

Elijah froze. His heart skipped a beat.

He turned slowly, mechanically toward Foxy. And there he saw something that completely chilled his heart.

Foxy was smirking.

A sly, beautiful smirk only a fox could wear.

“It was quite boring, master,” she said in a mocking tone, voice rich with amusement.

—End of Chapter 183—