I woke up with a heavy body, muscles sore from the night before. The bed creaked under my weight, pale morning light filtering through the cracked windows of the dormitory. The room was empty, silence broken only by the weak wind coming through the cracks. Hailey, Sophia, Rebecca and Olivia had already gone back to the female dorms — probably before dawn, so as not to raise suspicion.
I lay on my back, staring at the peeling ceiling. The Tower anomaly... wasn’t new. It happened from ti to ti, a mana spike that attracted monsters. Usually low level: any decent mage finished them off easily. The kingdom’s forces and the baronies always mobilized quickly — patrols, knights, reinforced barriers. And the monsters? They went straight to the dungeons and stayed there. Hard to get out.
But yesterday’s tyrant... that wasn’t normal. It destroyed the academy’s magical barrier, way too high-level to be a coincidence. I thought about the Second Nightmare — the internal fight, the core exploding, the monster dissipating. What if it wasn’t just inside my head? What if it leaked into the real world?
Fuck, why a second Nightmare? The normal is only one, the Awakening test. Could it be a glitch? The fault of the defective System, Divine (Defective) rank? Maybe the reincarnated soul ssed everything up. Maybe this will happen again.
I concluded: probably not. My Nightmare caused the anomaly in the Tower — the tyrant I defeated in there materialized here. But even if another one cos, I’ll defeat it easily now. System evolution, harem, Beast’s Gaze — I’m no longer the weak mob.
I looked at the interface: 14,312 PV. Before it drained fast, short lifespan showing on my face. Now low consumption, no countdown. Constant sexual relations, system updates, exclusive marks... changed everything. Life is no longer in imdiate danger.
But there’s a catch: if I don’t have frequent sex, the Beast can break loose. It’s linked to sex as fuel. I still feel a light hunger, constant desire. But I dominate it easily now — Beast’s Gaze, Scent, harem. I can convince any woman. Rich noblewon, princesses — perfect alliances.
I spent years in the poor barony, humiliated by my lazy sister, by my mother who saw as dead weight. Now I’m the mob who dominates. Control the won and you control the entire matriarchal world. Simple.
I got up, body aching but strong. Ti for the arena. I dressed quickly — clean uniform, serrated sword on my belt. I left.
The path to the arena was short, but the campus felt different. Injured people walked slowly, bandages on arms, so with broken bones, others leaning on servants. Black bags covered bodies — funeral shrouds. Dead mobs. Nobles and princes saved, as always. Cruel matriarchal world: the poor get fucked, nobles stay above.
The arena already had people in the stands — not packed, but full enough for an expulsion duel. Duels like this were common when a student was suspected. Usually instructors tested them. But the princes challenged — they’re the ones who will test. If I don’t fight on equal terms or defeat them, I’m expelled.
I arrived. The princes were already in the ring: Julius with his noble sword, Greg wielding a heavy axe, and Chris with his precise bow ready. Their arrogance was obvious.
I saw Rebecca, Olivia, Hailey and Sophia in the stands, cheering. Rebecca with subtle fire mana, Olivia with worried but firm eyes, Hailey and Sophia adoring.
The head instructor climbed the central platform, mana-amplified voice: "Substitute duel — Shade Fou Bartfort versus princes Julius, Greg and Chris. Proof of innocence in the anomaly. Rules: surrender or incapacitation. Begin!"
The crowd murmured. The princes smiled. I stepped into the ring, serrated sword in hand.
The Beast laughed low. Ti to destroy.
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