Bonus chap 2
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Alan simply smiled.
"Well," he said lightly,
"now that you know me, will you still marry me?"
"…You say that as if you've already defeated me," Fenrir said coldly.
Marie Rose, however, smiled.
"I didn't misjudge you," she said softly.
"You're truly amusing."
She tilted her head slightly.
"Very well. I'll marry you—even if you have a hundred women as wives."
Alan shook his head with a chuckle.
"Nah. Even for me, a hundred women is too much," he said casually.
"Besides, I have a taste for only strong and powerful women. I doubt I'll find many like you."
Marie Rose smiled warmly at him.
In the next instant, she moved.
No one saw her cross the distance.
She was suddenly right in front of Alan, her hand resting against his cheek, gently caressing his face.
"You're really the most unique man I have ever met," she said.
Alan calmly reached up and held her hand.
"Of course I am."
He hold it naturally.
Marie Rose's eyes narrowed slightly—not in anger, but surprise.
He had taken her hand so easily.
Yet… she didn't pull away.
"I like you," she said openly.
"So even if you don't defeat my brother, I'll still marry you."
Fenrir stepped forward, about to speak—
But Marie Rose glanced at him.
In an instant, his senses were severed.
No sight.
No sound.
No touch.
Only endless darkness.
"I don't care about Mother's arrangements," Marie Rose said calmly.
"I will marry the man I choose."
The others could only nod instinctively.
No one dared object.
Not when a god like being had already decided.
"Still, I want to fight Fenrir," Alan said calmly.
"As I told Latina, I like fighting strong beings—and Fenrir is easily the strongest opponent I've faced so far."
Fenrir grunted, his eyes narrowing.
He had assumed that after Marie Rose declared her intent to marry Alan regardless of the outcome, the fight would be called off.
Yet this human—no, this man—was still pushing forward.
Like a fool trying to fight on his own, Fenrir thought mockingly, he didn't take Alan serious at all.
Marie Rose watched Alan for a moment… then nodded.
A smile curved her lips.
"So be it."
She lifted her hand gently.
Reality responded.
The entire vampire city trembled.
Buildings slid aside as if they weighed nothing, streets folding and reshaping themselves. Towers moved smoothly, rearranging into perfect symmetry. In mere seconds, the heart of the city transformed.
Where grand halls once stood—
A colossal arena appeared.
Its stone was black and crimson, etched with ancient blood runes. Massive tiers of seats rose in all directions, easily capable of holding tens of thousands of spectators.
At the very top, ten thrones formed from crystallized blood emerged.
Marie Rose took the central seat effortlessly.
Behind her, the remaining siblings moved without resistance, taking their places one by one.
Latina sat slightly below Marie Rose, her gaze fixed on Alan.
Fenrir stepped forward into the center of the arena, blood-aspected mana rolling off him like a tide.
Marie Rose rested her chin on her hand, smiling faintly.
"Begin," she said softly.
Her single word echoed like a divine decree.
The arena sealed shut.
The moment the match began, Alan didn't waste a single second.
"Dáinsleif."
A flash of white light burst from his pet inventory as a white lion pup leapt out. Midair, its body expanded, divine runes spreading across its form before it transformed into a White Greatsword, radiating an overwhelming holy presence.
Fenrir's eyes widened slightly.
"You have a Heavenly Beast as a pet?" he asked, genuinely stunned.
Alan nodded calmly as he took his stance.
Golden symbols ignited beneath his feet.
Holy Swordsmanship — Activated.
A radiant golden aura engulfed Alan's body, wings of light faintly forming behind him as holy energy surged through his veins.
"It still doesn't matter," Fenrir said coldly.
Alan only smiled—
—and rushed forward.
"Blood Blades."
Fenrir flicked his hand.
Dozens of long, razor-sharp blood knives formed instantly and shot toward Alan like a storm.
Slash—slash—slash!
Alan weaved through them effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise, holy light trailing behind him. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance.
His sword moved.
"Radiant Link."
Golden wings of light unfolded behind Alan as his blade struck.
A flowing holy sword style that resembled wings in motion descended upon Fenrir.
Radiant Link
Deals 750% Attack Power
30 consecutive strikes
Cast Time: 1 second
Each hit applies Minor Holy Burn
Holy Burn stacks up to 10 times
Damage unaffected by attack speed
Thirty slashes landed in an instant.
Each strike carved through Fenrir's defenses, holy flames erupting on impact.
The system exploded with notifications
You dealt 101,986 Holy Damage
Critical Hit!
You dealt 153,214 Holy Damage
You dealt 98,772 Holy Damage.
Critical Hit!
You dealt 161,403 Holy Damage
You dealt 104,559 Holy Damage
Critical Hit!
You dealt 172,890 Holy Damage
Holy Burn applied (1/10)
Holy Burn applied (2/10)
Holy Burn applied (3/10)
Holy Burn applied (4/10)
Fenrir's body was driven backward, his feet carving deep trenches into the arena floor as holy flames clung to him, refusing to be extinguished.
He gritted his teeth, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"…Tch."
Fenrir didn't get a moment to recover.
A spectral mouth suddenly emerged from the void and swallowed him whole.
Sapphire hovered behind him, her eyes glowing an eerie violet.
Soul Ingestion — Activated.
In an instant, Fenrir's highest stat—Strength—was cut in half, the stolen power flowing directly into Alan's body. At the same time, Fenrir felt a sharp drop in his resistance.