The Ultimate Lich King of the Multiverse

Although she had taken a significant blow, Nine Hell didn't give up. Instead, she relaxed her body and stopped resisting, allowing the force pulling her to draw her closer to Yoru.

To an outside observer, it almost looked as if she were throwing herself into Yoru's arms. But just as she closed the distance between them, her magical power exploded all at once.

"Great Flame Burst!"

Intense flames erupted from her body, instantly engulfing the entire arena. To the audience, nothing remained in sight except a blinding sea of red fire.

This was a point-blank spell—so close that even Nine Hell herself was caught in the blast. While she was the caster, the shockwave at this range wasn't something a physically frail mage could easily withstand.

No matter how strong she was, Nine Hell was still a mage. Her physical endurance couldn't compare to someone like Ais.

Everyone held their breath. Though the two had only exchanged a few blows, it was clear even to fools that Nine Hell was on the losing side.

In battles between mages, maintaining distance is a golden rule. From the moment she was forcefully pulled close to Yoru, Nine Hell had lost that advantage entirely.

A mere Level 1 adventurer was pushing the famed Nine Hell to resort to a mutually-destructive tactic just to fight back—how unbelievable was that?

One could say that Nine Hell had been too clever for her own good. If she hadn't been so confident in using fire magic, and had instead released any other elemental spell at point-blank range, Yoru might've been in serious trouble.

After all, while most mages were physically weak, Nine Hell's physical stats were comparable to a Level 3 warrior. Meanwhile, Yoru was like a paper doll when it came to endurance.

For instance, if she had used a wind spell capable of splitting rocks at close range, she might not have damaged his mana shield—but she could've blown him away before he even had time to react.

Yoru, for all his immense mana, wielded it recklessly like a nouveau riche splurging wealth. His actual combat techniques and efficiency in using magic were still lacking.

But Yoru was growing—fast. With a natural reservoir of tremendous magical power, all he lacked was the knowledge and theory behind magic. Through experience, he was well on his way to becoming a mage even more powerful than Nine Hell herself.

The licking flames and smoke slowly dissipated. The acrid stench of sulfur still lingered in the air. Nine Hell stood dazed—she hadn't felt a single trace of pain. The explosion from her Great Flame Burst… had vanished without a trace?

"You really made a huge mistake choosing fire magic to fight me."

Yoru's playful voice whispered in her ear.

"Eh…?"

Before Nine Hell could react, she felt her wrists being grabbed. In the next instant, a cold surge of mana invaded her body, sending a shiver through her entire frame.

"N-no… Don't... This feels too strange…"

Having someone else's mana invade your body—it was as if she no longer had control over herself, like a puppet in someone else's hands. The sensation made Nine Hell squirm uncomfortably.

What made it worse was that Yoru's mana had a chilling, alien texture that caused her body to spasm uncontrollably, both confused and overwhelmed by the bizarre intrusion.

This… this is happening in front of all of Orario—before the gods and everyone! Please, I'm begging you, can you tone it down a little?!

But of course, Yoru had never known the meaning of restraint. Just as Nine Hell was thinking that, the man's face left her shoulder and leaned directly toward hers.

With her mana completely suppressed, all Nine Hell could do was let out a soft whimper before, like many times before, Yoru pressed a kiss against her lips.

Fortunately, Yoru did know some boundaries. Just as the smoke fully cleared and the audience regained their vision, he gently pushed Nine Hell away.

"Thank you for the match, Miss Riveria."

Still dazed, Nine Hell shook her head. Her flushed face turned downward, unable to meet Yoru's eyes.

She didn't even know if anyone had witnessed what just happened between her and Yoru. Fidgeting with her fingers, she muttered in a voice so soft it was barely audible:

"I admit it… You win."

With that, Nine Hell quietly stepped down from the arena, leaving behind a stunned audience.

Wait, what just happened? How did the fight suddenly end?! And what was with that romantic final scene?!

The audience may not have fully grasped what had occurred—but on the 30th floor of Babel Tower, where the gods were watching, they had seen everything clearly.

And now, they were gleefully turning to laugh at Loki.

"What are you laughing at?! Riveria clearly just got outmatched, there's nothing funny about that!" Loki barked in frustration. She had no problem admitting defeat—but the gods' teasing was driving her crazy.

"You bastards, you think mocking the Loki Familia is fun? Think we're easy to mess with? How about we settle this after the war game?!"

The moment Loki threw out that challenge laced with resentment, the entire hall fell silent. No one there—despite their divine power—wanted to pick a direct fight with the Loki Familia.

"Don't get cocky, you little runt," she growled. "Next up is Ais. That brat of yours won't be so lucky this time!"

"I'm not cocky…" Hestia mumbled under her breath. She couldn't even pretend to be happy.

Ugh... damn it. I want Yoru to violate me in front of everyone too…

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