SSS-Class Overlord: My Harem Rules the Realms (18+)
Chapter 42: Seraphine’s Anger.

Chapter 42: Seraphine’s Anger.

As the dust finally settled, silence hung over the arena for a heartbeat—and then the crowd

erupted into a roar.

Around the perimeter of the vast floating coliseum, the Fire Tower’s team was in shambles.

Seraphine’s violet eyes blazed with wrath, lips pressed into a bloodless line.

Inferax stood like a volcanic mountain ready to erupt, his huge arms crossed over his barrel chest, crimson robes rippling with residual heat.

Every flicker of torchlight glinted off the veins standing out in his neck as he glowered down at the arena floor.

Meanwhile, Velexaria simply stood near the Dark Mage Tower’s section, shadows curling around

the hem of her dark robes, a sly, proud smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She rested one

hand on the obsidian railing as if she were merely watching a pleasant theater show.

Down below, Dragan groaned from the pile of shattered stone. Fire Tower healers bustled around

him, weaving threads of golden magic into his bruised flesh. Even unconscious, the big guy still

managed a half-lucid mumble:

"Guh... Ethan... break... like... stone..."

One of the healers sighed. "Yes, Dragan. Just relax."

Ethan watched him for half a second, then shrugged.

"Nothing personal, big guy," he muttered, already turning away to leave the ring.

But he’d barely crossed the first crack in the marble floor when the air itself seemed to shiver.

CRACK.

A seismic force slammed into Ethan’s senses. It felt as though gravity had spiked tenfold, pinning

every atom of his body in place. His vision fractured into jagged black-and-white manga panels,

ink lines vibrating like plucked harp strings.

[Ethan Graves: WARNING. DANGER LEVEL – CRITICAL.]

[Predator-Class Enemy Detected.]

[Survival Odds: 0.002%]

[Run or you will die.]

[Mission Failure Imminent.]

[RUN.]

Scarlet notifications spammed Ethan’s sight, flickering over his retinas faster than he could blink.

It was like a neon alarm blaring inside his skull. His heart tried to leap out of his chest, and a cold

trickle of sweat slid down his spine.

"—fuck. FUCK!" Ethan screamed silently into his mind. "System, are you shitting me right now?! I

just finished getting my ass kicked for your stupid quest!"

He tried to move, but his knees buckled as if iron bands cinched around them. His pulse

thundered in his ears.

Then a voice cut through the tension, as smooth and lethal as a silk ribbon drawn over a blade.

"You dare hurt one of my Tower’s members..."

Heat shimmered across the arena as Seraphine slowly descended from the stands, riding a

column of spiraling flame.

Her crimson robes rippled around her slender body, gold embroider blazing like liquid fire. Each step she took across the marble floor made it crackle with tiny embers.

Her violet eyes glowed, brimming with murderous fury. She raised one delicate hand, her fingers

wreathed in twisting orange flames.

"You’ll pay for this, Darkling."

BOOM.

A shockwave of shadows exploded between Seraphine and Ethan, and in the next instant,

Velexaria appeared like a phantom, black energy billowing around her robes.

"That’s enough, girl." Her voice was calm, deadly quiet. She extended one hand, forming a

midnight-black coil of Dark Bind magic that snapped around Seraphine’s slender wrist. Dark

glyphs pulsed along the magical bands like a heartbeat.

Seraphine’s hair whipped about her face as she glared at Velexaria, lips parted in fury. Flames

flickered higher up her arm, testing the binds—but they held firm, pulsing with shadows.

"You think this changes anything?" Seraphine hissed. "I’ll make Ethan suffer. He’ll learn what it

means to humiliate the Fire Tower."

Velexaria’s red eyes glinted, gleaming with a predator’s chill. "Try it. And the only thing you’ll learn

is how swiftly fire dies in darkness."

For one heart-stopping moment, the two women stared each other down, like twin storms about

to clash. The heat pouring off Seraphine seared the air. Velexaria’s shadows writhed around her

like silent serpents.

Then, with a violent twist of her wrist, Seraphine ripped free of the binds and turned on her heel,

scarlet robes swirling.

"Enjoy your victory while it lasts, Darkling," she spat at Ethan without looking back. "You won’t be

smiling for long."

As Seraphine stalked back to her tower’s stands, the heat faded, and Ethan finally managed a

trembling exhale.

"Holy shit," he whispered under his breath. "She’s nuts."

Velexaria cast him a sideways look. "Get used to it. Power attracts trouble."

They exited the arena floor and returned to the Dark Mage Tower’s section. Kaeron and Lysena

were waiting, grins stretched wide.

Kaeron elbowed Ethan in the ribs. "Hey, Champion. Not bad out there. And not bad acting like

you were dying for half the match."

Lysena let out a snort. "Seriously. I was about to start digging your grave."

"Shut up," Ethan grumbled, flopping into his chair. "It was part of the plan."

"Uh-huh," Lysena teased. "Suuuure it was."

Before Ethan could protest further, the Empire official returned to the center of the floating arena.

His voice rang out, amplified by arcane runes.

"Honored mages and esteemed guests! The tournament continues. Next match: the new

generation of Ice Tower versus the Water Tower!"

Cheers and excited murmurs rose from the stands.

Down on the marble stage, two figures stepped into the light.

One was slender and ethereal, with hair like silver moonlight—Sirel from the Ice Tower. Frost

sparkled along his pale robes as a chilling breeze spiraled around him, forming delicate crystalline

patterns that hovered in the air.

His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the audience with frosty indifference.

Opposite him strode a tall youth with hair like green ocean waves—Renn from the Water Tower.

His calm, deep-set eyes gleamed like sunlight glinting off a lake’s surface.

A gleaming silver trident rested casually across his back, droplets of water drifting lazily around him as though gravity had forgotten them.

Kaeron leaned closer to Ethan, grinning. "Now this oughta be good. Ice boy’s illusions against the

human aquarium."

Lysena nudged Ethan with her elbow. "So, future champion... ready to bet who wins?"

Ethan smirked. "Ice makes nice drinks. But water makes people drown."

Velexaria settled into her seat with a faint smile, shadows draping around her like a regal cloak.

"Observe carefully, Ethan. Each of them is a potential opponent. Learn their rhythms... and learn

how to break them."

Down in the arena, Sirel raised a single pale hand. Frost spiraled outward, dusting the marble floor

in a thin layer of ice.

Renn responded by spinning his trident once in his grasp, conjuring swirling currents that sloshed

across the arena’s edge, the scent of salt and storm suddenly strong in the air.

A hush fell as the Empire official raised his arm.

"Begin!"

Water clashed with ice as the next match ignited under the crackling glow of magical sigils. And in

the stands, Ethan leaned forward, his eyes sharp.

"Bring it on," he murmured. "Let’s see what else this tournament’s got."

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