My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

"Damn, what's that?"

In the village of the Elven race, a male elf shouted in fear as the sky suddenly darkened.

Other elves also sensed something was wrong. Goosebumps rose on their skin, their bodies reacting to an unseen threat.

"Is it going to rain?" one asked, skeptical.

"No, it's not," replied the elf beside him. "Rain doesn't look like this. Besides, we're protected by a barrier—any rain that falls is never heavy enough to damage the fields."

He pointed at the sky, where black clouds gathered and swirled slowly. "Look at those clouds. This isn't rain. This... must be a sign of disaster."

The moment he spoke, their faces turned pale, and their legs began to shake.

His words made sense. Their land was protected by a barrier that controlled the weather.

Even when storms hit the Forest of Eternal Silence, they remained safe, touched only by light rain.

In summer, the barrier softened the sun's burn, protecting their skin and keeping water sources from drying up.

But now, the sky clearly showed that something large and terrible was coming.

As expected, the ground beneath them began to shake violently.

Wooden and bamboo buildings splintered, while livestock scattered in panic.

"Run! Quick, run!" An elf shouted anxiously. He grabbed his wife and children, fleeing for their lives.

"Run!"

Other elves scattered as well, desperate to save themselves. The earthquake was so powerful that the earth cracked and split open.

If they didn't leave soon, they would be swallowed by the ground and die a terrible death.

But the panic wasn't limited to Elven lands. Beyond the barrier, on the battlefield, chaos erupted.

The Elves and Dark Elves, who had been locked in fierce combat, were forced to halt. Their eyes turned skyward, drawn to the blackened heavens.

Red, blue, and black lightning flashed wildly, painting a scene that seemed to herald the apocalypse.

"What's happening?" An Elf soldier whispered, his voice trembling.

The spear in his hand slipped as fear took hold.

"Is this… the end of the world?" Another elf muttered, his body shaking.

The Dark Elves opposite them didn't attack. They stood frozen, just as stunned by the ominous sky.

"Argh!"

Suddenly, a Dark Elf soldier screamed in pain, collapsing to the ground and writhing like a caterpillar scalded by boiling water.

The sight threw his comrades into panic. But before they could react, a horrifying pain spread through them—like invisible hands were crushing their hearts.

One by one, they fell, screaming in agony, just like that Dark Elf.

"It hurts! Help me! Argh!"

"Kill me! Please, kill me! I can't take this pain!"

"Stop! Someone, stop this torture!"

Heartbreaking cries echoed from the Dark Elves writhing in torment.

They clawed at their faces, clutched their chests, and howled as if flames were burning them from within.

Seeing this, the Elven soldiers instinctively stepped back, their faces losing color as fear deepened.

None of them understood what was happening in the sky—or why such terrible pain had struck the Dark Elves.

"Will this horror happen to us too?"

The question flashed through their minds, their eyes meeting—filled with anxiety and dread.

***

*Bang!*

Lavistar and the Dark Elf woman collided, fighting fiercely.

Spotting an opening, Lavistar twisted his body and drove a kick into her stomach.

*Bang!*

The kick landed solidly, sending the woman bouncing back. But she spun in midair, regaining her balance just before crashing into a tree.

"Impressive strike. You're definitely improving," she said with a soft chuckle.

Lavistar showed no sign of satisfaction at the compliment.

"I know you're holding back. Come on, show me everything you've got! Otherwise, I'll have to get serious and really beat you," he warned, clenching his right fist and thrusting it forward.

The woman smiled slightly. "Alright. If that's what you want, I'll finish this."

The moment she spoke, her aura shifted dramatically—calm and relaxed turned tense and oppressive.

The air suddenly grew heavy, tightening around Lavistar's chest.

His expression grew serious—more serious than before.

He knew she was strong but hadn't expected her power to reach this level.

The woman bent her legs, ready to lunge at him—when suddenly, a sharp pain pierced her chest.

"Pufft!" She spat out blood, eyes widening in shock.

"What… happened?"

Disbelief showed clearly as she touched her bloodied lips.

But before she could make sense of what was happening, a sharp pain radiated from her chest, spreading throughout her entire body.

"Argh!"

She screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, writhing like a caterpillar.

She clawed at her face and body, desperate to rid herself of the unbearable pain.

Lavistar stood frozen, rubbing his eyes as if to confirm what he had just witnessed.

"What's wrong with her? Why is she suddenly in so much pain?" He muttered, his brow furrowed with concern.

Maybe it was a trick to catch him off guard.

But the suffering she displayed felt too genuine—this wasn't an act.

"This…" Lavistar fell silent, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, a massive windstorm blew in from ahead, its force so strong it slammed him hundreds of meters away into a large tree.

"Ugh!" He groaned, clutching his aching chest from the impact.

The world around him spun, as if everything was shaking.

"What the hell is going on?" He gritted his teeth, frustrated and confused.

Looking up, his eyes widened. Two black shapes hovered in the sky.

They were too distant to make out clearly, but from their silhouettes, they were... people.

***

"What's our next move, Evil God?"

Above the sky, Guren turned to the Evil God beside him with a respectful bow.

The Evil God remained calm, but a cold smile curled on his lips.

His eyes swept over the forest below, then shifted to the right, where Dark Elf soldiers screamed in pain and the Elven army trembled with fear.

"First, I will announce my arrival to this world," he said in a cold, commanding voice.

He spread both palms wide to his sides.

"Today, the world will welcome its king once again!"

*Buzz!*

A terrifying dark power erupted from his body.

The already blackened sky grew even darker. Colorful lightning cracked in every direction, shattering the trees below.

A violent windstorm swirled around him.

He lifted his head, stared forward, and shouted, "The Law of Destruction: Wrath of Annihilation!"