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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 481: Do We Even Have Another Way?AWAKENING THE ONLY SSS-RANK CLASS! NOW EVEN DRAGONS OBEY MEC481: Do We Even Have Another Way?

Chapter 481: Do We Even Have Another Way?

Daniel stared indifferently at the two people looking at him with blank faces. From their expressions, it was obvious they were shocked, surprised, and maybe even speechless.

He didn't say anything and let them calmly analyze the plan he had just explained. After all, he knew better than anyone how insane his plan sounded.

It was a plan where they would either die or succeed. Though, the "death" part applied mostly to the other two—since unless Daniel's soul was destroyed, true death wasn't even possible for him.

And with the current strength of his soul, he doubted even an S-rank could destroy it. After all, ever since he reached A-rank, the completion rate of the Undying Soul of Dragon had reached 72%.

Although he wasn't exactly sure how powerful his soul had become, he was fairly confident that even most S-ranks wouldn't be able to annihilate it.

So even if his plan failed, in the worst case only William and Diana would die. He felt a bit of guilt for them... but did they really have another choice? The answer was simple—no. This was their only way out. If they did nothing, they might end up stuck here forever, unless the Federation decided to send S-ranks to help.

"You're seriously insane," William sighed, though there was a faint spark of excitement hidden in his eyes.

When was the last time he met someone this interesting? He couldn't even remember. Most people who reached above B-rank valued their lives too much. It was rare to even hear such reckless ideas, let alone act on them. He wasn't an exception either—he feared death. Otherwise, why would he have possessed another man's body in the first place?

But now, he didn't really mind. Even if something went wrong, he still had a few trump cards to save himself.

"I agree. We don't really have any other option anyway," Diana nodded calmly, her face expressionless.

Still, there was a spark of excitement in her eyes too. The longer she spent around this masked man, the more certain she became—he was the one her master had been looking for. Who else could be so insane that he'd gamble with his own life?

"Good. But to make this plan work, we'll need the help of the S-ranks. Can you contact the ones still alive?" Daniel asked.

"It's not impossible, but we need to get closer to the island's center. There's heavy interference on the communication talismans—the closer we are, the higher the chance we can reach them."

"Then lead the way."

The three of them started moving. The distance to the island's center from their current path was roughly an hour on foot, assuming they were lucky enough not to encounter any major threats.

They used that hour to review and finalize the details of their plan. One of them needed to act as a decoy and sacrifice themselves to destroy the tree known as the Titan King.

Daniel immediately volunteered. The other two were a bit surprised, but they didn't refuse. After all, neither of them wanted to take that suicidal role anyway.

At the same time, Daniel had several questions he wanted to ask, but he wasn't sure how, or even if these two knew the answers.

Like the Federation's intentions... Why didn't the Federation allow any guilds to send S-rank Awakened here? Why didn't they want anyone entering the central layer?

What exactly was the Federation trying to obtain here?

Still, he didn't ask. As curious as he was, he knew that asking could be dangerous—and more importantly, William likely didn't know anything. As for Diana, maybe she did.

The path was relatively quiet, though they were forced to fight several times against monsters that surrounded them.

A few Sky Titans, much stronger than the ones they had seen on the bridge, suddenly attacked.

At one point, they were even ambushed by a group of powerful Stone Titans for no apparent reason. There were many of them, and they completely surrounded the group.

Fortunately, with the three of them working together, dealing with such creatures wasn't too hard. Their group could easily be considered the strongest team below S-rank.

In fact, if all three went all-out and used every trump card they had, they could probably even kill a single S-rank.

As they moved closer to the island's center, the rain gradually weakened. In the distance, they could even see light.

"We're here," Diana said as she looked ahead. The massive mountain range stood before them.

Though it was just a single step away, it felt like two entirely different worlds. The area they stood in was completely dark, as if trapped in eternal night, but beyond that point, sunlight illuminated everything.

They didn't rush in. The moment they stepped past that line, every S-rank monster, and even the peak S-rank guardian, would attack them immediately.

Diana pulled out a communication talisman and tried contacting several of the S-rank Awakened.

But to her surprise, no response came. It was as if no one was left alive to answer.

"Don't tell me they're all dead?" William frowned.

Hearing that made both Daniel and Diana's faces darken. If all the S-ranks were dead, their plan couldn't be executed.

As they stood there in uneasy silence, suddenly a voice came through the talisman.

"Diana? Why are you contacting me? Did you find what we were looking for?" The voice was rough and tired.

"Something happened, and we need your help," Diana replied quickly, then gave a brief summary of their situation.

"I see... so we're trapped here too," the voice sounded even more weary now.

Of course, being S-ranks, it wasn't impossible for them to leave—they had plenty of trump cards that could allow them to escape. But unless it was an absolute emergency, they preferred not to use them.

Contrary to how it might seem, the key holds extremely high importance, especially as one climbs to higher levels and reaches the upper floors of the Tower, its value only increases.

After a certain point, obtaining a key is no longer as simple as receiving one from someone else or even trying to buy it.

If they were to lose four or five keys now, challenging the Tower again would become incredibly difficult.

"Explain your plan."

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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 482: The Dangerous PlanAWAKENING THE ONLY SSS-RANK CLASS! NOW EVEN DRAGONS OBEY MEC482: The Dangerous Plan

Chapter 482: The Dangerous Plan

Daniel stood floating in the air, his gaze fixed on the distant scenery، on the single tree that stood alone in the center of the mountain range.

Every time he looked at that tree, a strange feeling came over him, as if he were staring at something familiar... a bizarre sense of nostalgia.

Even stranger, he could feel as though the tree was calling out to him، not in the way of a mental attack or some ordinary beckoning, but something far more distinct, far more personal.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't find an answer. He let out a sigh and decided not to overthink it. Sooner or later, he would go to that tree anyway.

His gaze then turned toward William and Diana, who had taken their positions and were ready to begin the plan. The Rank S awakeneds had also agreed to help, thankfully.

They were stationed somewhere near the center of the island and said they would soon move toward them. Now, all Daniel had to do was give the signal, and the plan would officially begin.

The plan itself was simple. William, Diana, and the other Rank S awakeneds would draw the attention of all the Rank S monsters، especially the peak Rank S one

While the monsters were distracted, Daniel would head toward the tree and destroy it. Once the tree was destroyed, they would finally earn the right to exit the dungeon.

It sounded simple in words, but there were too many unknowns, too many possible anomalies. What if one of the Rank S monsters reached him too quickly and killed him?

What if they couldn't hold back the peak Rank S monster, and it wiped out everyone, including him? Or what if there were more Rank S monsters than they thought, ones that had been hiding until now?

Any of these possibilities could turn into a disaster for them. Still, this plan was their only real option to clear the dungeon and escape.

Daniel wasn't too worried, though. If more Rank S monsters appeared, he could summon his Fallen to keep them occupied and buy time.

If the peak Rank S monster managed to break through the others and come after him, even killing him wouldn't be the end. He would just use proper timing and come back to life with one of his extra lives.

As long as he reached the tree with full speed, he was confident he could get there no matter what variables appeared along the way.

The only real unknown was the tree itself. Even though it looked defenseless, what if it possessed an unimaginable power? What if it could defend itself, or even attack?

That was the one situation where their plan could truly fail. Still, Daniel had even thought of that. In such a case, he would simply activate Fallen Will.

In other words, he had covered every part of the plan. The chance of total failure was close to zero.

"They're here." Suddenly, Diana's voice echoed in his ear.

Daniel looked toward the sky. Multiple figures appeared from different directions, their gazes fixed on the three of them.

Each one radiated an immensely powerful aura, an aura so intense it felt like it could shake both heaven and earth, the kind of presence that made it seem they could destroy everything around them.

After a short glance, they nodded and entered battle stance, unleashing their auras. The sky began to tremble.

It didn't take long before colossal monsters appeared, Sky Titans over a hundred meters tall, stone titans ten times larger than the ones that had existed in the outer layer.

Even wooden titans showed up, smaller in size than the ones Daniel had previously killed, but the aura and power flowing from them were indescribably terrifying.

Moments later, both sides clashed. The roars of the titans shook the sky as they went all out from the start.

"The humans who invaded the Sacred Land must be punished."

The heavens began to rumble violently, and terrifying bolts of lightning rained down upon the Rank S awakeneds, lightning that looked strong enough to shatter mountains and split oceans.

Without hesitation, they activated their defensive layers and resisted the attack head-on.

"It's time for us to start too," Daniel said, glancing at William and Diana.

He had wanted to wait a little longer for the peak Rank S monster to appear, but there was still no sign of it.

He guessed it might show up once they attacked the tree—or even when they tried to. Either way, they couldn't waste more time now.

Without hesitation, Diana flew forward, rushing toward the mountain range. She raised her hand, and a massive spear made of ice appeared in the sky.

After locking onto her target, she hurled the enormous spear straight toward the tree.

The ice spear tore through space itself, shattering the air as it shot toward its mark. It looked certain to hit—

—but then, boom!

A deafening roar shook the entire world as the ground split open. From the depths of the cracked earth, an enormous hand surged upward, moving with terrifying speed toward the ice spear.

Before everyone's stunned eyes, the colossal earthen hand caught the spear, crushed it effortlessly, and shattered it into fragments.

For a brief moment, even the titans froze, seemingly terrified by the entity that was emerging. The awakeneds took advantage of that moment to launch a counterattack.

Another roar thundered through the sky, and a second gigantic hand burst out from the ground. The hand was easily over a hundred meters tall, and its sheer power felt capable of destroying everything.

Diana felt an unprecedented sense of danger. She tried to retreat, but her speed wasn't enough. The massive hand swung down like swatting a fly.

She was sent flying thousands of meters away. Her bones shattered instantly, blood splattering through the air before she finally crashed into a huge tree and stopped.

It was clear she was in terrible condition—just a step away from death.

"My turn," Daniel said with a grin instead of fear as he looked at the enormous hands and the tree. Then, without hesitation, he shot forward at full speed toward them.

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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 483: Fear And Despair, Plan Failed?AWAKENING THE ONLY SSS-RANK CLASS! NOW EVEN DRAGONS OBEY MEC483: Fear And Despair, Plan Failed?

Chapter 483: Fear And Despair, Plan Failed?

Daniel charged toward the enormous hands and the tree hidden behind them with immense speed, though he didn't use his full power.

At that moment, another deafening roar echoed, carrying the fury of the incomprehensible peak Rank S monster. The ground shook violently, and the entire island split apart once again.

It seemed that the monster was slowly awakening. Its enormous body was beginning to rise, and judging by how the island itself was tearing apart just from its movement, its size was beyond imagination.

Still, Daniel didn't flinch and kept flying forward. According to his calculations, there was no way to pass through those massive hands without dying in the process.

And just as he expected, when he got close enough, the gigantic hands moved toward him, trying to grab him.

He tried his best to dodge them, but how could he? The sheer size of those hands was beyond description.

They were so large that they almost covered the entire sky, and beneath them, Daniel looked smaller than an ant.

As expected, one of the massive hands caught him. He struggled for a moment, but after realizing he couldn't even move an inch, he stopped resisting completely.

A sense of helplessness filled his entire body, and he let out a bitter smile. Now he could truly understand how meaningless it was to fight against something so far beyond his level.

Was this the same feeling others had when they faced him?

In fact, the faces of all those corruption worshippers, corrupted beasts, and monsters he had slain flashed through his mind.

It was truly a strange feeling, no, more like fear and despair.

To have always been the strongest, and then suddenly realize that in front of one person, you're not even worth as much as an ant.

Maybe this was the second time he had felt this powerless in a fight, unable to even resist while his life was completely in his enemy's hands.

The first time, of course, was when he faced Kaelos. Back then too, he had no strength to fight and was completely suppressed.

The sky and earth shook again, and slowly, the monster's entire body emerged from beneath the ground—a creature over a thousand meters tall, completely covered in mud and soil.

As it rose, half of the island seemed to vanish—or more accurately, half of the island was its body.

The monster looked at Daniel as if it were staring at an insignificant insect. It raised its hand and brought him toward its mouth.

"Worthless beings who dared to disturb my slumber. At the very least, you'd better taste good."

Without giving him a chance to react, the monster bit off Daniel's head and swallowed it whole.

Blood sprayed like a fountain, and the rest of his body was crushed into dust by the monster's enormous hand.

Then its hungry, bloodthirsty gaze turned toward the remaining Rank S awakeneds, staring at them as if they were nothing more than food.

The Rank S awakeneds trembled in terror. At that point, they had completely forgotten about the plan.

What a joke. Now that the boy was dead, the plan had obviously failed. Their morale shattered, and all they wanted to do was turn around and run.

But where could they run? Was there even anywhere to escape to?

Down below, William stood with a deep frown, watching everything. Daniel's aura had completely vanished, meaning he was dead.

But he remembered what Daniel had said earlier—"Even if it looks like I've died, continue with the plan."

He wasn't sure whether they should keep going or not, since Daniel's death seemed absolute, and even Diana was on the verge of dying. If he hadn't rushed to her side and stabilized her condition just in time, she would've already been dead.

"Well, we've come this far... and this is our only way." He sighed, then jumped with all his strength, charging straight toward the colossal monster.

The giant let out a low growl when it saw another "fly" coming toward it. The sound shook the entire sky, and the Rank S awakeneds felt their bodies and souls on the verge of collapsing.

William ascended quickly, but as the massive hands reached out to grab him, he swiftly retreated and landed back on the ground.

The giant frowned, visibly annoyed. How dare this little insect dodge its grasp?

To its surprise, the "insect" turned around, picked up the unconscious girl, and started running. Seeing this, the other Rank S awakeneds wasted no time and began to flee as well.

"Pathetic creatures. You think I'll let you escape?" the giant said mockingly, taking a slow step forward to chase them.

It could easily reach out and grab them right then and there—but where was the fun in that? Despair was a delicious spice for a meal.

"Let's sharpen my teeth with you first." Its gaze randomly fell on one of the Rank S awakeneds—an old man with neatly combed white hair, no beard, and a black armor covering his body.

The old man suddenly felt an indescribable sense of dread. He knew death was right behind him and pushed himself to run faster.

But it was useless. A massive hand reached out from behind and caught him with ease. He struggled desperately, unleashing all his power to break free.

The giant applied just a little pressure. A cracking sound echoed as all the old man's bones shattered, rendering him completely immobile.

Then the giant lifted him up and dragged him across its teeth, as if cleaning them with his blood and flesh.

The fleeing Rank S awakeneds witnessed this horrific sight and became even more terrified. They were all Rank S, yet the difference in power was beyond comprehension.

"Good. Now, it's time for breakfast."

The giant tossed away what little remained of the old man's body and turned its attention to the remaining humans.

Meanwhile, near the mountain range, beside the tree, the spilled blood began to gather. The crimson liquid converged, slowly forming a human shape.

Before long, a complete body had reformed from the blood. Naturally, it was none other than Daniel.

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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 484: The truth About The TreeAWAKENING THE ONLY SSS-RANK CLASS! NOW EVEN DRAGONS OBEY MEC484: The truth About The Tree

Chapter 484: The truth About The Tree

Daniel slowly opened his eyes and looked around. Seeing that the plan had succeeded, that the massive giant had moved away, now chasing William and the other S-ranks, he let out a sigh of relief.

Their plan had been simple, but carrying it out was extremely dangerous. Even now, what had happened was far beyond his expectations—one of the S-ranks wasn't even supposed to die.

"No! I don't want to die! Help me! Agh—" a distant scream echoed in his ears.

He turned slightly and looked back... well, now the death count had officially increased to two S-ranks.

Still, he didn't care and continued toward the tree. He hadn't expected casualties, but it was something that could've been predicted.

After all, their opponent was a peak S-rank, and judging from the strength it had shown, its raw combat power was likely touching the boundary between S-rank and National-level Awakened.

With power like that, losing one or two people—or even more—wasn't surprising. Even Diana wasn't supposed to end up in that condition.

That girl was supposed to play a different role, but the giant's single strike had left her one step away from death.

Still, as long as the plan succeeded, all of this would be worth it. Daniel slowly landed on the mountain ridge, right next to the tree.

He summoned his sword, and before cutting it apart, he gave it a look. It was just an ordinary tree, maybe the most normal and simple tree he had ever seen.

But strangely enough, it was beautiful—more beautiful than anything he'd ever seen. It felt like the source of all life itself, like everything originated from it.

It felt alive, and it was as if the tree was staring back at him. The air grew heavy and quiet, as if the two of them were observing each other.

Daniel felt a strange sense of familiarity, like he was meeting an old acquaintance again—someone precious.

And oddly enough, the tree seemed to feel the same. Its leaves and branches trembled slightly... as if it was happy?

But why would a tree be happy to see someone who was about to cut it to pieces?

"Huh? That human... how is he alive?!" at that moment, the giant suddenly realized something and turned its head.

Seeing that the human he thought he had crushed was standing alive beside the tree with a sword, its eyes flared red and it let out a terrifying roar.

The roar shook the sky, the land, and the entire island. It felt like everything might collapse at any moment and be completely destroyed.

William's ears burst and blood flowed from them. The S-ranks felt their minds go blank for a moment from the sheer force of the roar.

The giant began to sprint back toward the tree with all its strength, as if it would die itself if it didn't save it. A terrifying madness flashed in its eyes.

Even the S-ranks and William noticed it—from that roar alone, it was clear the giant had gone insane at the sight of the tree in danger.

But why? It seemed more than simple fear of death... it was more like it feared the tree's death.

"That bastard, what is he doing wasting time?! Hurry up and destroy that tree already!" William grumbled angrily when he saw Daniel hadn't destroyed it yet.

The S-ranks frowned as well—they were clearly irritated. What was that damn kid waiting for? Why hadn't he destroyed the tree yet?!

"Damn it, it's too late!" William exhaled sharply when he saw the giant nearing the ridge. It seemed destroying the tree was no longer possible.

"You human... I'll tear you apart with my own hands! No—first I'll make you beg for death, over and over! I'll make you wish for death a billion times before I let you die!" the giant roared and stretched out its massive hand toward him.

Yet, it seemed the human in front of it didn't even hear its words—nor did he care in the slightest.

The enormous hand approached, only inches away from grabbing him. Everyone was certain it was over, that the plan had completely failed.

But suddenly—BOOM.

The giant's hand froze. In fact, it seemed as if time itself had stopped. Even the air had gone still.

Everything—life, awareness, consciousness—entered an absolute frozen state, without anyone even realizing it.

Daniel stared at the tree, eyes full of confusion. He couldn't move his body either, but for some reason, his consciousness remained. He could still perceive everything.

Before he could analyze what was happening, one of the tree's branches slowly rose and moved toward him.

He thought it was going to attack him—but on second thought, that made no sense. If the tree wanted him dead, it could've let the giant kill him, not stopped time itself.

The branch reached his head... and gently brushed against his hair.

Daniel felt a strange warmth, and then his vision darkened. His consciousness was pulled somewhere else—perhaps to a point in the past.

Time passed slowly. It was impossible to tell how long—seconds, minutes... years... maybe even thousands of years. No one could tell.

During that undefined span, everything remained frozen. The concept of time in this dungeon became meaningless, as if it had been separated from the flow of reality.

A terrifying power—one that could even strike fear into a demigod.

Then, the tree slowly withdrew its branch, and Daniel's eyes lit up again. His awareness returned to normal.

"I see," Daniel muttered softly, gazing at the tree with complex emotions. Of all the possibilities, he hadn't expected this one.

It turned out the tree belonged to him—or, more accurately, to the previous owner of the God Blood.

The reason for his sense of familiarity came from his bloodline—memories carved into it that couldn't be erased.

The tree standing before him was the opposite of the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life was the source of freedom and creation—this one was the source of life and slavery.

Everything it brought to life, it also enslaved, binding their souls and using them however it pleased.

It was said to be one of the most infamous entities among the gods. The gods had sealed it away long ago because of its terrifying power.

But that forbidden being—the one whose very existence had been erased from all knowledge—had found and unsealed this tree, keeping it by his side.

Until his fall... and the tree disappeared. Now, after so long, it had returned into the hands of his successor.

The tree slowly turned to ashes, then to light, merging into Daniel's Spiritual Palace. There, it reformed as a tree once more—but it seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

At that moment, time returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

The giant's massive hand was just inches away from him, but a thin barrier separated the two.

Then, a system notification appeared before all the Awakened present in the dungeon—

[ Dungeon successfully cleared. ]

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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 485: Dungeon Successfully ClearedAWAKENING THE ONLY SSS-RANK CLASS! NOW EVEN DRAGONS OBEY MEC485: Dungeon Successfully Cleared

Chapter 485: Dungeon Successfully Cleared

"Father... do you think he can do it?" Lana asked anxiously as she stared at the dungeon portal. A whole day had passed, and there was still no sign of Daniel.

Worse than that, they had lost communication again. This time, to be safe, they had given him a stronger communication talisman, but the result was the same.

At this point, they had already realized that this dungeon probably restricted or completely blocked any kind of communication with the outside world. They had no choice but to wait patiently.

"I hope so. Just have faith in him. That's all we can do for now," Varnos said with a faint, bitter smile as he looked at his daughter.

Even he didn't know how things were going to turn out, so how could he give a confident answer? Still, seeing the worry in his daughter's eyes, he had no choice but to try and comfort her.

Besides, he could tell that her concern wasn't only about the Awakened trapped inside—it was also about the future of their guild.

They had sent in a large number of Rank A Awakened. Those people were the guild's future, especially someone like Daniel—a prodigy that might appear only once in a billion.

If they all died, the guild would be crippled. They might even go bankrupt and be forced to dissolve everything.

"Hey, Varnos. Do you really think that kid we sent in will make it? If not, we should start thinking of other options."

A voice came from behind them. Both of them turned to see the speaker—a middle-aged man with blond hair and a somewhat handsome face, the current leader of one of the top guilds in the country and one of their biggest rivals.

Hearing his words drew the attention of the other guild leaders nearby. Now that they thought about it, they were starting to feel uneasy as well.

That masked man they sent in was clearly just a young Rank A Awakened. At best, his combat ability could reach that of a False S Rank.

But this was a Purple-ranked Dungeon—something dangerous even for S Ranks! And now a whole day had passed without any news.

They had even warned that man to only locate the others and exit quickly, not to do anything unnecessary.

But now, after a full day with no updates, maybe sending that masked man in had been a mistake after all.

Before any of them could say more, the dungeon portal suddenly began to glow and tremble.

"Huh? Look over there!"

"The portal—it's opening!?"

"People are coming out!"

The reporters shouted as everyone rushed toward the dungeon's entrance, pulling out cameras and getting ready to record.

"Looks like there's still hope," Varnos said with a mocking tone before he and Lana also approached the portal.

The face of the man who had spoken earlier—the leader of the Goblin Guild—twisted slightly, but when he noticed no one was paying attention to him, he sighed in relief.

Soon, figures began emerging from the portal one by one—Rank A members from all the guilds and even the S Rank Awakened sent by the Federation.

"Thank goodness you're all safe." Lana quickly checked the Rank A members of her guild. Seeing that everyone was fine, she let out a relieved sigh.

But the moment she thought of something, her expression tensed again.

Where was Daniel? Why wasn't he here yet?

Fortunately, before her worry could grow, the last two figures stepped out of the portal—William and Daniel, who was carrying the unconscious Diana in his arms.

"Are you alright?" Lana quickly ran up to the masked man and asked.

"I'm fine, Lady Lana. Thank you for your concern," Daniel replied with a calm smile. Though his tone was polite, there was a certain seriousness in it that made Lana realize this wasn't the time to talk.

After all, they were still keeping the connection between The Fallen and their guild hidden for now.

Only William seemed to notice something, a faint light flashing in his eyes, though he said nothing and quietly walked away after saying his farewells.

"Wait, isn't this girl Diana?" Lana said as she looked at the unconscious woman in his arms.

"Yeah... her condition isn't good," Daniel replied. He had tried using his [Mana Healing] to treat her internal injuries and had succeeded partially, but once the lingering aura of that Peak S Rank faded, his healing became completely ineffective.

Because of that, the girl remained unconscious.

"Mr. Fallen, if you don't mind, we'll take care of her from here." The Federation staff members quickly approached.

"Of course." Daniel gently placed the girl on the stretcher, and they carried her away.

"We spoke briefly with the survivors, and it seems that thanks to you, the dungeon was successfully cleared. We still don't know all the details, but please know that the Federation sincerely thanks you."

The representative spoke politely and with a grateful tone.

Everyone froze upon hearing that. Then, all eyes turned toward the masked man.

Did they just hear that right?

A Purple-ranked Dungeon... cleared thanks to a Rank A Awakened? How was that even possible?

From what they knew, no Awakened below S Rank should even survive in the core layer, let alone help clear it.

Could the old man just be saying that out of formality? But no—the Federation wasn't known to thank people without reason.

If it was true... flames of greed lit up in the eyes of every guild leader present.

If this young man was really that kind of monster, they had to recruit him—no matter the cost.

"Please, it's nothing. I didn't do much. Without the help of the others, we wouldn't have succeeded," Daniel replied humbly and nodded.

"Haha, I'll know once I hear the full report. You look tired, so I won't take up your time."

After exchanging farewells, the Federation representative returned to his people. His face was calm, but Daniel could sense the suppressed anger and frustration behind it.

"Unfortunately, some unexpected events occurred, and we lost two of our members. We don't have the full details yet, but a report will be released soon," another Federation staff member said to the reporters.

While everyone was busy checking on their own people, Daniel used telepathic communication to say goodbye to Varnos and Lana—then vanished from where he stood.

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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 339: Medea's jealousyI ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC339: Medea's jealousy

"By the way," he said, his voice carefully measured, "he called himself a Hero of the Empire of Light."

Nathan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Kratos continued. "He also claimed to be part of the Second Batch of Summoning."

As soon as the words left Kratos's lips, Nathan rose to his feet without hesitation. His movements were swift, purposeful—there was no need for deliberation.

"Lord Commander?" Semiramis's voice carried a note of confusion as she turned to face him, her golden eyes searching his for answers.

"I'm leaving immediately," Nathan declared, already heading for the door.

Semiramis's expression hardened. "Should I prepare an escort? A contingent of soldiers, at least?"

Nathan shook his head dismissively. "No need. You all stay here. I'm only going to investigate."

Her brows furrowed. "But it could be dangerous…" she murmured, reluctance evident in her voice.

A fleeting smirk touched Nathan's lips. "I won't be alone. Don't worry."

Without another word, he strode down the hall, his presence commanding as he made his way toward the castle's grand balcony. The morning sky stretched before him.

Then, without hesitation, he leaped onto the sloped rooftops, his form moving with effortless grace.

There was no need for preparation. No need for delay. His instincts screamed at him to go now.

A Hero of the Empire of Light.

Yet Kratos had spoken of a Second Batch of Summonings.

That detail gnawed at Nathan's mind. Khione had told him that he and the others were part of the third batch. The first and second batches had been wiped out—either slaughtered or vanished without a trace.

Those who disappeared were never found. That was the key difference.

And yet—suddenly—one of them had reappeared.

And not just anywhere.

In the Demon Kingdom.

Why?

Had he been captured? Was he a prisoner? Or had he come of his own volition?

Was he alone?

A storm of unanswered questions brewed in Nathan's mind, each one demanding an answer. His curiosity burned hotter than ever.

Standing atop the roof, Nathan's white hair gleamed under the moonlight as he turned his gaze to the horizon. Then, with a single word, he summoned his most trusted beast.

"Drakkias."

A mighty roar split the night air. From the distant sky, a vast shadow surged forth, its golden scales shimmering like molten sunlight. The force of its wings sent powerful gusts of wind swirling through the castle grounds below.

Drakkias descended in a blur of golden light, landing with a thunderous impact upon the rooftop, its talons gripping the stone with ease. The dragon's piercing eyes met Nathan's, awaiting his command.

Nathan wasted no time. He vaulted onto Drakkias's back, the massive beast shifting slightly beneath his weight. But before taking flight, he spoke another name.

"Scylla."

For a brief moment, silence reigned. Then, in the blink of an eye, she appeared.

A blur of movement—a flicker of shadow—and then a woman landed gracefully beside him, her every motion fluid, predatory.

"You called for me, Nate~~"

Her voice was honeyed, laced with teasing warmth.

Scylla was a vision of dangerous beauty. Her long, silken sea green hair cascaded past her shoulders, swaying gently with the breeze. Her eyes—slit-red, piercing, and inhumanly intense—held a glint of hunger, a gaze that threatened to consume him whole.

Two sharp, obsidian-black horns jutted elegantly from the sides of her head, a mark of her infernal heritage.

Compared to Medea and Charybdis, Scylla's allure was different. Where Medea's charm was darkly enigmatic and Charybdis's presence exuded unshakable calm dominance, Scylla's beauty was something else entirely—a seduction wrapped in lethal grace.

And then there was her hunger.

For him.

Nathan could feel it, see it in the way she looked at him—like a predator who had spent months resisting the urge to sink her teeth into its prey.

She had learned to control herself, to restrain that bottomless thirst. But even now, even as she stood still beside him, he could sense the unspoken desire simmering beneath her composed exterior.

Nathan's gaze, however, drifted beyond Scylla, his sharp eyes locking onto two unseen figures lurking in the shadows.

To any ordinary observer, there would appear to be nothing but empty space behind Scylla. However, Nathan was no ordinary observer.

His Eye of Odin and Vision of Artemis allowed him to perceive even the most intricate and advanced illusions, piercing through layers of magic with ease. Even spells woven by Medea herself—a woman hailed as one of the greatest sorceresses in existence—were nothing but fragile veils before his sight.

And right now, he saw them.

Two women stood concealed in the darkness, hidden behind spells so formidable that even the most seasoned mages would never suspect their presence.

A moment of silence passed.

Then, as if realizing that her deception had been uncovered, Medea let out a soft, displeased sigh and canceled her magic.

The illusion shattered.

Medea emerged first, stepping into the moonlight with a faint scowl. Her heterochromic red and green eyes, cold and piercing, held a hint of annoyance. Beside her, Charybdis followed suit, arms crossed over her chest, her golden locks cascading over her shoulders in waves.

Both women stood there, their gazes fixed upon him.

Medea's expression was particularly sharp, her displeasure evident as she spoke.

"Why didn't you call us too?" she asked, her tone devoid of warmth.

Nathan met her gaze, unfazed. "Because I only needed one of you."

Medea's eyes narrowed. "Then why not me? Or Charybdis? Why is it always her?"

Her words carried an unmistakable bite as she tilted her chin toward Scylla.

A smirk curled at Scylla's lips. "Again with the jealousy, Medea?" she mused, tilting her head to the side in amusement.

Medea's hands clenched into tight fists.

A cold, ominous pressure filled the air.

Dark mana swirled violently around her, crackling with barely restrained power. The sheer magnitude of her presence was suffocating, the night around them seemingly growing darker in response.

Even Drakkias, a beast of legendary might, trembled slightly, its wings flaring in unease.

Nathan sighed.

"Medea."

His voice, firm yet calm, cut through the tension like a blade.

Medea flinched, her anger momentarily tempered as her eyes flickered toward him.

"I need you here," Nathan said simply. "You are the greatest sorceress I know. If any kind of problem arises, you'll be the one who can handle it best."

His words carried weight—not just as a leader, but as someone who genuinely trusted her above all others when it came to magic.

Medea's dark aura wavered slightly.

He meant what he said.

Nathan didn't trust easily, but when he did, it was absolute. Medea was unparalleled in large-scale magic, and in unpredictable situations, she was the most reliable person to have on his side.

More than that, if something—or someone—attempted to infiltrate the castle, even if betrayal lurked within their own ranks, Medea would ensure that no harm befell any of his women.

She would protect them all.

Medea stared at him for a long moment.

Then, slowly, her fists relaxed, the oppressive mana around her dissipating like mist.

"Understood," she said at last. Though she feigned reluctance, there was a flicker of something else in her gaze—satisfaction.

Nathan had acknowledged her importance. He saw her.

And that alone was enough.

Before the tension could fully settle, another voice chimed in, hopeful yet hesitant.

"What about me?"

Nathan turned to Charybdis, who looked at him expectantly. "Can I come?"

Her voice was light, but there was genuine eagerness behind it. Unlike Medea, who masked her emotions beneath layers of cold composure, Charybdis wore hers plainly.

Nathan, however, shook his head.

"Stay with Medea."

A flicker of disappointment crossed her features, but Nathan's next words carried a deeper implication.

"Keep an eye on her."

Charybdis blinked before realization dawned on her.

If he left Scylla behind, the infighting would only escalate. Medea and Scylla were the absolute worst at maintaining their composure when it came to him. Left unchecked, things could spiral out of control far too quickly.

By having Charybdis stay, Nathan ensured that Medea wouldn't take things too far.

Charybdis let out a small sigh but nodded. "Alright, I get it," she muttered, crossing her arms.

Though she wasn't entirely happy about it, she understood.

Nathan gave her a small nod in return before turning back toward Drakkias. The night was wasting away.

It was time to move.

With a final glance at the castle below, Nathan and Scylla took to the skies, leaving the others behind as they disappeared into the sky.

As Nathan and Scylla ascended into the night sky, Scylla waved playfully at Medea and Charybdis below.

Her gesture, at first glance, seemed teasing—perhaps even a touch smug—but beneath the surface, there was no real malice.

Despite the rivalry, the jealousy, and the constant bickering over Nathan's attention, the three women shared an unbreakable bond.

They had long since passed the point of being mere allies or even friends. They were family.

Medea, the eldest, and without doubts the most dangerous and uncontrollable.

Scylla, the second, was bold and reckless, indulging in her whims and pushing boundaries with little concern for consequence. She had an innate ability to both irritate and charm in equal measure.

And then there was Charybdis, the youngest, often treated as such. Though she was powerful in her own right, her occasional hesitance and softer disposition made the other two naturally more protective of her. She was the only one never to rarely speaking against Nathan's orders, obeying him.

Three Sisters—not by blood, but by twisted love for Nathan.

Medea scoffed at Scylla's playful wave but didn't turn away until Nathan and Scylla had fully disappeared into the night. Charybdis, standing beside her also looked at them.

Up above, the wind howled as Drakkias soared forward, cutting through the darkness with immense speed.

Wrapped in the cold night air, Scylla leaned in close, her breath warm against Nathan's ear.

"Where are we going, Nathan?" she purred, her voice low and sensuous, her arms slipping around his waist in a slow, lingering embrace.

Nathan's smirk deepened.

"Breistan. To hunt a Hero."

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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 340: BreistanI ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC340: Breistan

Breistan was one of the oldest and most significant cities in the Demon Kingdom, steeped in history and battle-hardened traditions. It stood as a testament to the resilience and power of the Demonic race, its foundations laid by warriors who once clashed in bloody struggles for dominance. The origins of the Demon Kingdom could be traced back over three thousand years, to an era when numerous demon clans waged relentless war against each other, each vying for supremacy in a world where only the strong could carve their legacy.

Among these fierce factions, one of the most powerful emerged victorious, claiming the land that would one day become Breistan. Their chieftain, a warrior of unparalleled skill and cunning, had fought countless battles before ultimately pledging allegiance to a man who would later rise as the first Demon King. This decision shaped the course of history, uniting the scattered and warring Demon tribes under a single banner.

In the present day, the lineage of that ancient warrior still endured through Duke Nakon Breistan, the current ruler of the city and a loyal vassal of the Demon Kingdom. He had served faithfully under the previous Demon King, bound by duty and respect, though not without reservations. Unlike his former sovereign, Duke Nakon had never fully agreed with the relentless expansionist ambitions that had driven the Demon King into endless wars against the other kingdoms. Greed and conquest, he believed, could lead to the kingdom's downfall. Yet, despite his doubts, he had no choice but to fight alongside his king, if only to ensure the survival of his people and the protection of Tenebria.

Fate, however, had taken an unexpected turn. The Demon King had since relinquished his throne, passing it down to his daughter, Queen Azariah. Unlike her father, the young queen was level-headed and pragmatic, choosing diplomacy where war had once been the only answer. Duke Nakon regarded her with a cautious optimism, hoping that under her rule, the Demon Kingdom would find stability rather than endless bloodshed.

Now, he sat in his grand hall, his thoughts heavy as he reclined in his throne-like chair. The flickering torchlight cast deep shadows across the cold stone walls, the banners of his house swaying gently in the draft that swept through the chamber. He had much to ponder—more than he cared for.

A few days prior, an event had shattered the peace that Breistan had enjoyed for years following the war's end. A single man had arrived at their gates, proclaiming himself a chosen Hero of God. His demand had been nothing short of audacious—he commanded that the entire city surrender to him. The arrogance of his words had left Nakon in stunned disbelief, swiftly followed by irritation. The sheer audacity to expect them to yield without resistance was nothing short of lunacy.

Naturally, Nakon had refused outright, his answer as firm as steel. The only Hero to whom the Demons of Breistan would ever bow was their Lord Commander, Samael—the Hero of Darkness. He alone had earned their unwavering respect through deeds of unparalleled strength and valor. To them, the so-called 'Heroes of God' were nothing more than self-righteous zealots who had no understanding of their struggles. Their loyalty lay with Samael, and with him alone.

But the self-proclaimed Hero had not taken the rejection kindly. To everyone's shock, he had launched an attack on the city by himself, without an army, without allies—just one man against an entire city.

Nakon had immediately dispatched his finest warriors to crush the insolent fool, but what followed was beyond anything he had anticipated. The Hero fought with terrifying power, cutting through his forces with unnatural ease. He wielded strength that could not be denied, defying all expectations. At first, Nakon had dismissed his claims as mere bluster, but after witnessing his capabilities firsthand, he could no longer deny the truth.

This man was indeed a Hero.

Breistan had learned the cost of defiance through a heavy and bitter price.

More than two hundred of their finest soldiers had perished in the battle, their lives sacrificed to keep the self-proclaimed Hero at bay. Though they had managed to hold their ground and prevent him from completely overtaking the city, the damage he had inflicted was undeniable. The once-impenetrable walls of Breistan now bore gaping wounds, shattered by the sheer force of his attacks.

But the Hero was not invincible.

Despite his overwhelming strength, he had been forced to retreat. He needed time to recover, to replenish his strength. More importantly, he had sustained an injury to his arm—proof that he was not beyond harm. And yet, Duke Nakon Breistan found little comfort in this temporary reprieve. If anything, it filled him with dread. The Hero would return; of that, he was certain. Perhaps he would come back with an improved strategy, or worse, with reinforcements. If the first battle had cost them dearly, how much more would the next one demand?

More than anything, Nakon needed to understand. Why was this so-called Hero attacking them? What was his true purpose? Why did he want Breistan?

Unwilling to wait for answers to come at the edge of a blade, Nakon acted swiftly. He immediately sent a messenger bird to the capital of Tenebria, detailing everything that had transpired—the Hero's arrival, his impossible strength, the battle, and the destruction left in his wake. He urged them to respond, whether by sending reinforcements or someone capable of dealing with this powerful foe.

But deep down, Nakon knew that mere words might not be enough. He doubted the capital would take his warnings at face value. It was far too easy to dismiss his claims as exaggerations or paranoia. Perhaps they would believe the city had been attacked by a formidable warrior, but to accept that he was a Hero? That was another matter entirely. There was always the possibility that this was nothing more than an exceptionally strong individual toying with them.

That was why Nakon had made sure to include one crucial detail in his message—a reminder that the second princess of Tenebria, Queen Azariah's younger sister, Princess Ameriah, was currently in Breistan.

It was a calculated move. If there was even the slightest chance that a member of the royal family was in danger, the capital would have no choice but to take the matter seriously. Surely, they would not risk the princess falling into enemy hands. That alone should be enough to ensure that powerful warriors were sent immediately. At least, that was what Nakon hoped.

Now, in his private meeting chamber, the weight of responsibility bore down on him like an iron shroud. He sat at the head of a long table, his fingers pressing against his temple as he struggled to suppress his growing unease. The flickering candlelight cast restless shadows upon the stone walls, mirroring the turmoil within him.

"Still no news from the capital?" he asked, his voice tense with impatience. His advisor, a stern-faced demon standing beside him, shook his head.

"No, my lord. But I am certain they have received the message by now. They must be preparing their response," the advisor replied calmly.

Nakon let out a slow, weary sigh. "Will we still be safe by then?" The question hung in the air, heavy with doubt.

It had already been days since the battle. That Hero shouldn't have needed this long to recover. Unless… he was preparing something. A new plan. A new assault.

And if that were the case, Breistan might not survive the next attack.

To his people, it seemed as though Duke Nakon was overreacting. But deep within him, his instincts screamed that something was amiss.

This was still a Hero they were dealing with. No matter how much his soldiers dismissed the threat, Nakon knew better than to underestimate someone bearing that title—especially one who claimed to be from the second batch.

Even though the first wave of Heroes had ultimately failed to kill the Demon King, they had dealt catastrophic damage to the Demon Kingdom's forces. They had fought in the battles that led even the Demon King himself to retreat. The devastation they wrought had not been forgotten.

Nakon was certain that all of those Heroes had perished. And yet… decades later, one of them suddenly appeared?

Something was about to happen. He could feel it.

Just as that chilling thought crossed his mind, a sudden tremor shook his throne chair.

The vibrations were faint at first, but then the glass windows rattled violently. The very ground beneath them trembled as loose dirt and dust rose into the air.

A hushed panic spread through the room as the gathered nobles exchanged confused, alarmed glances before rushing toward the windows.

Nakon stood abruptly, his pulse hammering in his chest. Was it happening already? Had that Hero returned, this time with something powerful enough to bring Breistan to its knees?

He hurried toward the window, his breath catching in his throat. But what he saw in the sky was nothing he could have anticipated.

A massive shadow loomed over the city, its colossal form blotting out the sunlight.

Nakon's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He had only caught a glimpse of it, but he would have been a fool not to recognize what it was.

A dragon.

His blood ran cold.

Without a moment's hesitation, he bolted from the chamber, his knights and guards scrambling to follow. They barely kept pace as he rushed through the castle halls, his mind racing with possibilities. Who had come? Why was there a dragon over his city?

As soon as he reached the castle's stables, he mounted a horse and rode through the streets, his cloak billowing behind him. The people of Breistan had already taken notice of the golden dragon soaring overhead. Some stood frozen in awe, their mouths agape, while others fled, fear gripping their hearts.

It was several agonizing minutes before Nakon reached the city's entrance, where the dragon had begun to descend. Its massive body coiled as it poised itself near the gates, its towering form so enormous that even from beyond the walls, its head remained visible—casting an ominous shadow over the terrified onlookers.

Nakon's horse skidded to a stop as his eyes fell upon two figures standing at the city's entrance.

One of them had stark white hair.

Recognition struck him instantly, and despite the unease churning within him, a nervous, wide smile stretched across Duke Nakon Breistan's lips.

He knew exactly who had arrived.

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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 341: Auria BreistanI ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC341: Auria Breistan

Ameriah Tenebria, the youngest princess of the Demon Kingdom, had lived a life of fragility and solitude. From the moment of her birth, she had been plagued by weak health, her body delicate and prone to frequent illnesses. The healers had done their best, yet no magic nor remedy could truly cure her condition.

She had never known the warmth of a mother's embrace, nor had she ever felt the presence of a father's guiding hand. In the grand halls of the Tenebrian palace, where power and ambition thrived, Ameriah had only one true source of comfort—her elder sister, Azariah. It was Azariah who had cradled her through the worst nights, whispering soothing words when sickness overtook her. It was Azariah who spun fantastical stories by candlelight, filling Ameriah's world with adventure and wonder even as she remained confined within the palace walls. No matter how busy she was, Azariah never failed to be there in Ameriah's weakest moments, reassuring her with a gentle smile and a soft touch on her forehead.

Ameriah did not remember much of the war that had ravaged their lands. She had been too young, too sheltered, too sickly to witness the battles firsthand. But she remembered the aftermath—the heavy silence that loomed over the kingdom like an eternal dusk, the hollow gazes of the people, the sorrow that seeped into the very bones of Tenebria. The sight of ruined homes, grieving families, and orphaned children weighed heavily on her heart. Even as a princess, she could not ignore the pain of her people.

Azariah, as the ruler of Tenebria, had been consumed by the endless duties of reconstruction. Meetings with nobles, strategic decisions, alliances—all of it kept her occupied. And so, Ameriah was left alone in the vast palace more often than not. On rare occasions, high-ranking nobles from across the Demon Kingdom would visit the capital, seeking an audience with Azariah. Sometimes, they would bring their children along.

It was during one such visit that Ameriah's world changed.

Duke Nakon Breistan, a powerful noble with lands far to the west, had arrived at the capital for political discussions. With him came his daughter, Auria Breistan—a girl around Ameriah's age. The moment they met, Ameriah felt something shift within her. Auria was unlike anyone she had ever known.

Unlike the palace servants who tiptoed around her illness or the nobles who treated her with delicate formality, Auria was different. She was warm, full of energy, and unafraid to speak her mind. She never treated Ameriah like a fragile doll, nor did she pity her. Instead, she engaged her in lively conversations, finding amusement in the simplest things, always bringing laughter where there had been silence. Auria made Ameriah feel normal—something she had never experienced before. It didn't take long for their bond to deepen, and before she knew it, Ameriah had found in Auria the closest thing to a best friend.

But their time together was fleeting. Auria was the daughter of a duke, and her life was filled with obligations. Education, training, political engagements—she was being groomed for a future that demanded responsibility. Because of this, her visits to the capital were rare.

Still, Ameriah was not willing to let go of their friendship so easily. Whenever Auria could not come to Tenebria, Ameriah would beg Azariah to let her visit Breistan instead. It was a rare occurrence, given her fragile health and the dangers of travel, but with enough pleading—sometimes tearfully—Azariah would relent.

Two days ago, after much insistence, Ameriah had finally been granted permission to visit Breistan once more. She had been overjoyed at the prospect of spending time with Auria, free from the lonely walls of the palace.

But fate had other plans.

What was meant to be a joyful visit had turned into something far more terrifying. A threat had emerged—one neither of them had anticipated. Though neither she nor Auria had been physically harmed, the sheer terror of what they had faced had shaken them both to their core.

A Hero had appeared.

The realization of it sent chills down Ameriah's spine. Heroes—beings summoned by the gods themselves—were enemies of the Demon Kingdom, a force of destruction upon their people.

Duke Nakon, taking no chances, had immediately placed them both under strict protection. The doors of the Breistan castle were shut to the outside world, and neither she nor Auria were allowed to step beyond its walls. It was a precautionary measure, but it felt like a prison.

Since that terrifying encounter, Ameriah had been confined to Auria's room, their every movement watched over by vigilant guards. The heavy presence of armored warriors stationed outside their door served as a grim reminder of the lurking danger beyond the castle's walls.

Ameriah sat by the window, her fingers lightly tracing the cool glass as she gazed at the shadowed landscape beyond. She still couldn't believe it. A Hero had appeared—a true, summoned Hero. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

"I can't believe a Hero appeared..." she murmured, her voice tinged with unease.

This was not something she had ever expected. Heroes belonged to stories, to history, to distant battlefields where legends were forged. Yet now, one had materialized within Breistan's borders, turning what was supposed to be a peaceful visit into a nightmare.

A voice, soft yet firm, pulled her from her thoughts.

"I don't believe he should be called that," Auria said, her tone laced with quiet indignation.

Ameriah turned to face her friend, her crimson eyes meeting Auria's unwavering gaze.

Auria was a striking girl, her features delicate yet refined with an elegance befitting her noble lineage. Though she was slightly younger than Ameriah, she carried herself with a maturity beyond her years. Her light blonde hair, a cascade of soft curls, was elegantly tied back, accentuating the sharp brilliance of her red eyes. Despite her composed demeanor, there was a fire within them—a fire that flickered with both intelligence and defiance.

"Auria?" Ameriah's brows furrowed slightly as she studied her friend's expression.

Auria leaned back against the cushions of her bed, her lips curling into a faint smile—one that did not quite reach her eyes.

"He attacked us without warning, Ameriah. Without reason. People died because of him," Auria said, her voice steady but firm. "Does that sound like something a Hero would do?"

Ameriah hesitated for a moment before lowering her gaze. The weight of Auria's words settled heavily upon her. The title of 'Hero' was meant to symbolize righteousness, to be a beacon of hope. But this man—whoever he was—had brought nothing but fear and destruction.

"You might be right, Auria," Ameriah admitted with a soft sigh. But then, as if a brighter thought had suddenly graced her mind, a warm smile spread across her lips. "A Hero is most likely someone like Samael," she added, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

At the mere mention of his name, Auria's expression lit up with excitement.

"The Hero of Darkness…" she breathed, her red eyes shimmering with admiration.

Auria had never had the fortune of meeting him in person. Only her father, Duke Nakon, had spoken to him, and she had been more than a little jealous of that fact. Since his emergence, Samael's name had been whispered in every corner of Tenebria. His legend had grown so immense that even those in the highest ranks of nobility revered him with a respect that rivaled the Demon King himself.

He was no mere warrior. He was a force of nature—an anomaly that had single-handedly shifted the tides of war.

Samael had done what no demon had ever managed before: he had driven back Kastoria's forces alone, forcing them into an uneasy alliance with Tenebria. His presence alone had reshaped the balance of power, ensuring that their kingdom no longer stood as a vulnerable target for the neighboring human realms.

For years, after the Demon King's retreat, Tenebria had been plagued by relentless invasions, its borders constantly tested by opportunistic kingdoms. But now? Now, there was a fear that hung over those same nations—a fear so great that large-scale invasions had all but ceased.

And it was all because of him.

Because of Samael.

Of course, there were still skirmishes, small conflicts that could not be avoided, but gone were the days of catastrophic wars that threatened to tear Tenebria apart. The other kingdoms no longer dared. Not when the Hero of Darkness stood between them and their ambitions.

Ameriah's smile softened, her fingers resting against her warm cheeks as she thought of him.

He was what a true Hero was meant to be.

Auria's excitement was palpable, her usual composure slipping away entirely. Her red eyes sparkled as she leaned forward eagerly, abandoning any attempt at maintaining her mature facade.

"Can you tell me about Lord Samael, Princess?" she asked, her voice filled with unmistakable anticipation.

Gone was the poised and dignified noble daughter—now, she looked like nothing more than an infatuated girl, utterly captivated by the mere thought of Tenebria's greatest warrior.

Ameriah blinked in disbelief.

"Again?" she asked, utterly dumbfounded.

This was far from the first time Auria had brought up Samael, and by now, Ameriah had lost count of how many times she had answered these same questions.

"I think I've already said quite a lot, Auria," Ameriah said with a soft laugh, shaking her head.

Auria let out a deep sigh, slumping dramatically onto her bed. Her blonde curls cascaded over the pillows as she gazed wistfully at the ceiling.

"Right… I suppose you have," she admitted with a hint of disappointment before pouting slightly. "But how I wish I could meet him..."

Before Ameriah could respond, a sudden tremor rattled the windows, causing both girls to flinch. The glass panes shuddered violently as if struck by a powerful force.

Auria's body tensed. She immediately bolted toward the window, gripping the wooden frame tightly as her eyes widened in shock.

Outside, soaring above the city with an awe-inspiring presence, was a massive golden dragon.

Its majestic form cast an immense shadow over Breistan, its shimmering scales gleaming like molten gold under the light. The beast's enormous wings spread wide, stirring the air with each mighty beat, sending gusts of wind rushing through the streets below. Its reptilian eyes, deep and ancient, scanned the city with an unreadable gaze.

Auria felt the blood drain from her face.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage as a horrifying thought struck her.

"The Hero. Is he attacking?!"

Her instincts screamed at her to act. "We have to—!"

But before she could finish, she turned around—only to see Ameriah standing there, her crimson eyes wide, her expression not one of fear… but of pure delight.

A bright, almost childlike smile lit up the princess's face as she clasped her hands together.

"It's Samael!" she exclaimed joyfully.

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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 342: Nathan arrives to Breistan (1)I ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC342: Nathan arrives to Breistan (1)

Nakon dismounted his horse with urgency, his boots landing firmly against the dirt-packed ground. His breath hitched for a moment as his gaze settled upon the figure standing before him. Recognition struck instantly—this was Nathan. He had met him twice before during his visits to the capital, yet the sheer presence emanating from the man before him now felt vastly different.

It was almost inconceivable.

Why had they sent him? The Lord Commander himself?

This was far beyond a mere response to their plea for aid—it was an overwhelming show of force, almost excessive. It wasn't just a high-ranking officer leading a campaign; it was the legend himself.

The soldiers behind Nakon were just as dumbfounded, their stunned expressions mirroring his own. They had all heard the rumors—the tales of the Lord Commander who had supposedly tamed a dragon, the stories that painted him as something greater than human, something bordering on the divine. Most had dismissed them as nothing more than exaggerated myths, fabrications designed to elevate their already legendary hero into an even greater figure.

But now, standing before their very eyes, was a sight that no mere words could have prepared them for.

A dragon—a true dragon—stood there in resplendent majesty. Its golden scales shimmered under the sun's waning light, each one glinting like molten metal, its powerful wings partially unfurled as if the very air around it bowed to its presence. And upon the creature's back stood a man who, at first glance, hardly seemed human at all.

Nathan's long white hair fluttered gently in the wind, strands of silver-like silk catching the sunlight. His golden eyes—piercing and intense, with vertical slits carved into their irises—radiated an eerie, almost predatory brilliance that sent an involuntary chill crawling down Nakon's spine. No, not just him—the entire unit of soldiers behind him seemed to feel it too.

The aura that surrounded Nathan was suffocating. It was overwhelming, an unspoken dominion that weighed down upon the very air itself. He did not look like a mere commander, nor even a hero of legend.

He looked like a god who had descended upon the mortal realm.

As the fortress gates groaned open, the assembled soldiers could finally see him fully.

Standing beside him was a woman of unearthly beauty, her presence almost as striking as the dragon itself. She carried herself with an effortless grace, her features sculpted in a way that seemed almost unnatural—beyond mortal refinement.

Nathan, without so much as a word, leapt down from the dragon's back, landing soundlessly upon the ground. His companion followed suit, moving with the same effortless ease.

As if sensing its master's silent command, the dragon reared back and, with a powerful beat of its wings, took to the sky. The resulting gust of wind sent dust and loose debris swirling around them, forcing several soldiers to shield their eyes as they watched in awe.

Nakon remained frozen for a moment, still trying to process what he had just witnessed, before instinct took over. He quickly stepped forward and dropped to one knee, lowering his head in deference.

"Lord Commander."

His voice rang clear despite the weight of the moment, and, as if compelled by an unspoken force, every soldier behind him followed suit. A synchronized motion of reverence, hundreds of men kneeling before the one who stood before them.

It was no longer merely about rank or hierarchy.

Nathan had long since proven himself, carving his name into the annals of history through sheer might and dominion. He was not just the supreme commander of Tenebria's forces—he was the one who had instilled awe and fear into the hearts of all who stood before him. He had transcended mere leadership; he had become a force of nature, a being whose very presence commanded respect.

Before them stood not just a man, but the most powerful warrior of their nation. The second most influential figure in Tenebria, surpassed only by Queen Azariah herself.

And in this moment, as they knelt before him, there was only one truth they all understood.

Nathan came to a halt before Nakon, his golden eyes settling on the man with an intensity that left no room for pleasantries.

"I heard a Hero has appeared." His voice was calm, measured, yet it carried the weight of authority that demanded an immediate answer.

Nakon straightened under that gaze, nodding firmly. "Yes, Lord Commander. Please, follow me inside. We should discuss this in private."

A carriage, already prepared for them, stood waiting nearby. The soldiers around them remained motionless, tense with anticipation as Nathan moved toward the vehicle. He stepped in without hesitation, his presence alone making the enclosed space feel smaller. Scylla followed right behind him, settling beside him with her usual silent grace.

Nakon climbed in after them, taking the seat across from Nathan. The moment the carriage door shut, he wasted no time in relaying the situation.

"We don't know his name," Nakon began, his voice grim. "He only gave us one demand—that we surrender control of the city to him, claiming it was his right as a Hero."

Nathan's expression didn't change, but the air inside the carriage seemed to grow heavier. "And what was your response?"

"I told him we have only one Hero, and it certainly wasn't him," Nakon said. "He laughed—mockingly—before declaring himself a Hero of the Empire of Light. He said he alone was worth more than the entire Demon Kingdom." Nakon exhaled sharply, his irritation evident. "When I asked him what a single Hero from the Empire of Light was doing here, he became enraged. He told me not to compare him to the 'weaklings of the Third Batch' and claimed he was from the Second Summoning—superior, stronger, better than all of them."

Nathan's gaze sharpened. "How old did he appear to be?"

Nakon furrowed his brows, thinking. "A bit older than you, Lord Commander. I couldn't determine his exact age, but… he didn't seem well when he arrived. His physical and mental state appeared unstable. And then—without warning—he attacked us when we refused his demands."

Nathan's fingers tapped lightly against his knee, a thoughtful yet subtle gesture. "And then?"

"We held our ground," Nakon continued. "We didn't strike to kill, but we didn't let him take control either. He seemed… tired. It wasn't long before he retreated. But before he left, he made a final threat." Nakon's face darkened, his voice lowering.

"He said he'd return soon. And if we refused him again, he would slaughter every Demon in the city."

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

"It's been three days since he made that declaration," Nakon added. "Since then, we've been on edge, prepared for his return at any moment."

Nathan said nothing for a long moment.

A Hero from the Second Summoning, appearing out of nowhere, attacking a city, and demanding it be handed over to him? It made no sense.

What was he after?

Why this city?

And more importantly—why now?

Nathan sat in silence for a moment, piecing together the fragments of information before reaching a likely conclusion.

"It's highly probable that he fought someone—or perhaps multiple opponents—and lost," Nathan said, his voice steady and analytical. "He was forced to flee, wounded and vulnerable, and ended up here in Breistan by chance or necessity." He narrowed his golden eyes slightly. "The reason he demanded control over the city wasn't out of arrogance alone—it was desperation. He needed a secure place where he could recover and remain hidden from whoever was hunting him."

Nakon's eyes widened in realization.

That… made sense.

"It's plausible," Nakon muttered, the logic falling into place in his mind.

Nathan leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable. "He wanted to intimidate you into submission, but I don't think it was just an empty threat. If he's willing to go that far, he likely has some plan to force your hand." His voice dropped slightly. "He's short on time."

Nakon exhaled sharply. "So he just wants to use us as a shield against his enemies?" He sounded both incredulous and insulted.

"Yes," Nathan confirmed without hesitation. "He needs you to buy him time. The Heroes have extraordinary recovery abilities, far beyond that of ordinary warriors. Given enough time, his wounds will heal, and his strength will return." His gaze darkened. "Until then, he intends to use Breistan as his stronghold. And in the meantime, you'll be forced to deal with those hunting him—whether they want him dead or alive. Once he's fully recovered, he'll escape and leave you to deal with the consequences."

A cold chill ran down Nakon's spine.

"Wait, Lord Commander…" Nakon hesitated, his voice now tinged with unease. "Are you saying that more enemies might come looking for him?"

"It's possible," Nathan admitted. "Maybe they haven't found him yet, but it's only a matter of time. However—" he paused, then continued with careful emphasis, "—as long as we don't give them a reason to, they shouldn't have any reason to attack us. They only want him."

Nakon let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Then… all we have to do is stall," he said, a small smile appearing as he saw a solution. "If we delay and let time do the work for us, someone will eventually come to reclaim him."

"That would be the wisest course of action," Nathan nodded. But a nagging feeling settled in his chest, a premonition that made him uneasy.

Rather than waiting passively, he wanted to question this so-called Hero himself.

"Let's discuss this further after you've had time to rest, Lord Commander," Nakon suggested as the carriage pulled up to the castle gates.

Nathan gave a slight nod before stepping down from the carriage.

But the moment his feet touched the ground—

"Samael!"

A voice rang out, filled with excitement and urgency.

Before Nathan could react, a stunningly beautiful girl threw herself into his arms.

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"Samael!"

A voice rang out, filled with excitement and urgency.

Before Nathan could react, a stunningly beautiful girl threw herself into his arms.

Nathan caught her before she could stumble, his hands steady against her shoulders. As he took a closer look, a realization struck him—she hadn't been present lately. He had heard whispers about her departure, that she had left on a trip to another city. But now, knowing she had been in Breistan all along, he felt he should have suspected it earlier.

"You're here again?" Nathan asked, his voice carrying a note of exasperation.

"It's so dull in the capital," Ameriah responded, pouting slightly. "My sister is always too busy, and you are as well… I had no one to talk to."

"You should leave immediately," Nathan said, his tone firm and uncompromising.

Ameriah's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of hurt flashing across her expression. "W…why?" she stammered, visibly taken aback.

"There's a dangerous man out there," Nathan explained, his silver gaze sharpening. "He could arrive at any moment. It's too dangerous for you to stay here."

Ameriah, however, did not seem convinced. Instead of fear, amusement tugged at the corners of her lips. "You really think I'd be safer returning to the capital with just a handful of guards?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "Wouldn't I be much safer here with Samael, by your side?" Her voice was teasing, but there was undeniable logic behind her words.

Nathan had no immediate response. She wasn't wrong.

If it had been any ordinary enemy, he wouldn't have hesitated to send her away. But they were dealing with a Hero—an opponent whose power and unpredictability made Nathan wary. Keeping Ameriah close, under his direct protection, might indeed be the better choice.

Before he could form a rebuttal, Ameriah latched onto his arm with a bright smile. "Come, let me introduce you to a friend of mine," she said, tugging him forward without waiting for his consent.

Nathan allowed himself to be led, though he felt the weight of another's gaze on him.

Scylla's expression darkened as she watched Ameriah's hand wrap around Nathan's arm. She remained silent, but a quiet tension settled around her. She had grown accustomed to Ameriah's presence, yet that did little to lessen her displeasure. To her, no woman had the right to touch Nathan so casually—save for Medea and Charybdis.

Nathan ignored the tension and let Ameriah guide him further until they reached a new presence.

Standing before them was a striking young woman with golden hair cascading down her back, her posture poised with the effortless grace of nobility.

"Auria, you changed?" Ameriah asked, blinking in surprise.

Auria had indeed altered her appearance. She now wore an elegant gown that far surpassed the beauty of her previous attire. The fabric shimmered subtly under the light, complementing her fair complexion. Even her face seemed different—more refined, as if she had carefully applied makeup to enhance her already delicate features.

With a practiced movement, she lowered herself into a noble curtsy.

"It is an immense honor to meet the Lord Commander of Tenebria," she said, her voice smooth and composed. "You are as magnificent as the rumors have described, Lord Samael. I am Auria Breistan."

At the mention of her surname, Nathan's eyes flickered toward Nakon, who stood nearby.

"She is my daughter, Lord Commander," Nakon confirmed with a nod.

Nathan shifted his gaze back to Auria, stepping closer.

Auria's heart pounded violently within her chest as Nathan's imposing presence enveloped her. His white hair, his sharp gaze, and the sheer weight of his aura made it impossible for her to remain unaffected. She swallowed, willing herself to remain composed, but the closer he came, the more overwhelming his presence became.

Nathan's gaze lingered on Auria, his sharp gold eyes scrutinizing her with an intensity that made her breath hitch. There was something about her—something that drew his attention in a way he couldn't quite place. It wasn't just her noble bearing or the way she carried herself. No, there was something deeper, something subtle yet undeniably present.

Auria felt her cheeks heat up, a flush of deep red spreading across her face as she struggled to control her breathing. The weight of his attention was almost suffocating, yet she couldn't bring herself to look away. She hadn't expected this much focus from the Lord Commander of Tenebria, and yet, knowing that he was looking at her—truly looking at her—filled her with an unexpected sense of exhilaration.

Standing beside them, Ameriah let out an exaggerated pout, tugging on Nathan's arm in protest.

"Samael?" she huffed, her jealousy barely concealed.

Nathan turned his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "You need to leave," he stated, his voice firm. "Azariah will be expecting your return once she learns what happened here."

Ameriah opened her mouth to argue, but before she could utter another word, a sudden cough wracked her body. She pressed a hand against her lips, wincing as a wave of weakness overtook her.

Nathan's eyes darkened.

Her condition was worsening. He had known it for some time now, had seen the slow deterioration day by day, but witnessing it firsthand once again stirred something in him—a quiet but growing urgency. He needed to find a solution before it became too late.

Nakon, who had been observing the exchange, finally intervened. "Auria, take the princess back to your quarters."

"Yes, Father," Auria responded obediently, stepping forward to support Ameriah.

Though reluctant, Ameriah allowed herself to be led away, casting one last glance at Nathan before disappearing beyond the corridor.

With the two women gone, Nakon turned back to Nathan. His gaze was steady, but there was a weight behind his words when he spoke. "If I may ask, Lord Commander—how long do you intend to stay?"

He hoped Nathan's presence would last long enough to ensure the threat was dealt with.

"A day or two," Nathan answered plainly. "It depends."

He wasn't in a hurry to leave, but he was certain that within that timeframe, the Hero would either reveal himself or be drawn to him.

"I see," Nakon murmured. There was a trace of disappointment in his voice, but he quickly masked it with diplomacy. "Then we will prepare your accommodations. See to it that Lord Commander Samael is given our finest quarters," he ordered, prompting a flurry of movement from the nearby maids, who bowed before scurrying off to make arrangements.

Nakon clasped his hands behind his back. "Let us meet at dinner, Lord Commander. I look forward to discussing matters further." With that, he offered a respectful nod before retreating, leaving Nathan to follow the maids toward his assigned quarters.

As he walked through the hall, his thoughts remained calculated, his mind already moving several steps ahead. But he wasn't alone for long.

"Scylla," Nathan called, his tone neutral yet expectant.

Beside him, the ever-watchful Scylla turned her head. "Yes, Nate?"

"Scout the city and the surrounding forests," he instructed. "If you find anything of interest—anything at all—report back to me immediately."

Scylla frowned, her lips pressing into a small pout. "Shouldn't I stay with you?"

"Scylla," he repeated, his voice firmer this time. "Do it."

She huffed, crossing her arms before finally relenting. "Fine, fine…" With a resigned sigh, she vanished into the shadows, leaving Nathan alone with his thoughts once more.

Once Nathan was led to his room, he waited for the maids to step out before closing the door behind them with a soft click. The chamber was lavish, adorned with elegant furnishings and a grand canopy bed draped in silken sheets. A cool breeze drifted in through the open window, carrying the scent of the distant forest.

Ignoring the comfort of his surroundings, Nathan sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees as he laced his fingers together. His mind was already deep in contemplation.

"A Hero from the Second Summoning of the Light Empire…" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the whispering wind.

He never thought he'd witness it in his lifetime. The first summoning had been disastrous enough—an event that had tipped the balance of the world, shaping nations and igniting wars. And now, the cycle was repeating itself.

"Khione."

The moment he spoke her name, a brilliant white light illuminated the dimly lit room, casting fleeting shadows against the stone walls. A cold yet soothing presence filled the space, and when the glow faded, Khione stood before him—ethereal, resplendent, and as breathtaking as ever.

Her cascading white hair shimmered like freshly fallen snow, and her icy blue eyes held an otherworldly glow, filled with quiet wisdom and an unshakable devotion. She was a goddess in every sense of the word, both in beauty and in presence.

Nathan's gaze softened as he looked at her. "How is Nivea?"

It was the first thing he asked, his priority above all else.

Their daughter—technically his firstborn, and the child he had with Khione—meant the world to him. Though their time together was limited, he cared for her deeply, more than he could ever put into words.

"She's sleeping," Khione answered, her voice gentle, like the whisper of a snowflake drifting through the wind.

Nathan exhaled slowly, relief washing over him.

Ever since her birth, they had chosen to keep Nivea in a hidden dimension—one that was protected from the chaos of the mortal realm. It was a precaution, one he hated but knew was necessary. Letting Khione and Nivea remain in the world of gods was far too dangerous, yet allowing them to freely roam the mortal plane invited even greater threats. This separate sanctuary was the best he could do for now.

"I know she calls for you often," Khione murmured, watching him with an unreadable expression. "You didn't visit her today."

Nathan closed his eyes for a moment, guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders. "I know," he admitted with a sigh. "The journey here was longer than expected. But I'll see her tomorrow—without fail."

Khione studied him for a moment before nodding in quiet acceptance. "Good. She misses you."

A pang of regret flickered across Nathan's heart, but he pushed it aside. There were more pressing matters to address.

Khione knew it too. She tilted her head slightly, her white strands cascading over her shoulder. "You didn't call me just to ask about Nivea," she said, her tone cool but knowing. "There's something else."

Nathan met her gaze. "Yeah," he admitted. "Tell me everything you know about the Second Summoning."

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