Chapter 74: Medusa fiancee vs min jae
The heavy black-matter dust of the Central Source Core had barely settled before the spatial matrix outside the viewports of the Void-Emperor Imperial Haven violently fractured again. The fortress had not yet breached the final citadel of the Supreme Demon King, but their presence had triggered a rapid, defensive interception loop from the sector’s primary royal guard division.
"Min-jae, a high-tier royal signature has just force-phased right into our perimeter coordinates!" Major General Shin Ye-rin shouted from the primary command terminal, her short black bob shifting as she execution-tapped her display glass. "It’s not the Demon King himself. The radar has isolated the baseline code—it’s High Demon Commander Zarek (Level 70 Elite Boss), the personal vanguard leader of the core sectors!"
Voom!.
A colossal, floating black iron chariot drawn by six skeletal nightmare steeds tore through the liquid gold void, anchoring directly across from the palace’s open-air viewing deck. Stepping off the chariot was Zarek, the very high-demon lord whom the Supreme Demon King had arranged to marry Medusa. His nine-foot frame was draped in over-designed, polished purple obsidian plates, his face contorted into a mask of pure, aristocratic arrogance.
He had spent months grinding through the inner core sectors, relying entirely on his royal status to secure a corrupt head start. But the moment his burning crimson eyes scanned the viewing platform, his smug composure completely collapsed into an unhinged, public fury.
There, standing directly beside Min-jae, was Medusa.
The exceptionally voluptuous demon princess was dressed in a soft silk lounging robe that mirrored her signature dark violet armor colors, leaving her smooth, pale shoulders entirely bare. Her exotic, piercing icy-blue eyes were fixed onto Min-jae’s face with an absolute, fanatical infatuation, her slender fingers tightly holding the edge of Min-jae’s dark chest armor plate in total, breathless submission.
"m-medusa?!" Zarek roared, his voice shaking the metal bulkheads with a raw, humiliated rage as he pointed his glowing obsidian greatsword straight at them. "What is the meaning of this?! You are my betrothed! Your father handed me the marriage ledger months ago! How dare you rub your curves against a common,mortal low-life from the lower planes?!"
Medusa slowly tilted her head back, her dark violet lips curving into a cold, venomous, and highly protective smirk as she looked across the void at Zarek. The freezing, noble detachment of her royal lineage returned for a single brief split-second, her voice sounding like a collection of sharpening glass blades.
"Drop your voice, Zarek," Medusa countered smoothly, her icy-blue eyes bleeding an absolute, unyielding disdain. "The marriage ledger my father signed is a piece of dead, meaningless scrap code. You spent months hiding behind your personal royal guard divisions, too terrified to even look at my petrification gaze without a high-tier resistance ward. You are nothing but common cargo."
She turned her face back toward Min-jae, her expression instantly melting back into a deep, burning crimson flush of pure love as she leaned her heavy chest directly against his arm. "But this man... he raw-gripped my mythic blade with his bare fingers and shattered my entire absolute domain using pure, unyielding physical metrics. A man this magnificent is the only sovereign worthy of marrying me. You aren’t even qualified to clean the tread of his combat boots."
"You insolent slut!." Zarek screamed, his pride completely exploding into a murderous madness as he unleashed his highest-tier active skill, The Abyssal Sovereign Executioner. "I will slice this heretic into a thousand pieces and drag you back to the citadel in chains! Die!"
Zarek lunged across the spatial rift at supersonic velocity, his curved obsidian greatsword erupting with a massive, miles-wide crescent wave of compressed dark-matter fire designed to cleanly cleave Min-jae’s frame and the entire viewing deck in two.
Min-jae didn’t pull his massive sss-rank greatsword from his shoulder. He stood perfectly stationary with his hands casually stuffed inside his trouser pockets, his deadpan black eyes watching the descending blade with an entirely unbothered, mocking clarity. A noticeable flush was still creeping up his neck beneath his collar from Medusa’s close physical touch, but his cold regressor brain calculated the incoming impact data in a fraction of a millisecond.
"A numerical head start doesn’t change the baseline rules of the ledger," Min-jae murmured flatly.
Crash!
The world-ending dark-matter strike slammed squarely into the center of Min-jae’s dark chest armor plate with absolute, planet-crushing kinetic force. The raw shockwave threw a dense geyser of pulverized rock and purple smoke across the pavilion, throwing Han Chae-won and Han Seo-yoon backward against the interior pillars.
But inside the heart of the cataclysm blast zone, his un-blockable passive, Vajra Retribution, fired off its 250% True Damage solar amplification loop at supersonic velocity.
[Ding! Received 8,500,000 points of High-Tier Physical and Dark-Matter Damage from Commander Zarek.]
[Sub-Divine Trait Active: ’Vajra Ward’ converts 8.5 Million Damage into Physical Impact... Successful.]
[SSS-Rank Talent Active: ’The Ancient Vajra World-Breaker Core’ triggered! Total Damage Negated. Health Pool: 100/100.]
[Sub-Divine Passive Active: ’Vajra Retribution’ triggers 250% True Damage solar amplification!]
[Reflecting 21,250,000 points of True Damage permanently imbued with ’Solar Fracture’!]
A catastrophic, blinding white-hot counter-blast erupted from Min-jae’s skin, turning the local void into an instantaneous burning inferno of primordial solar fire. The 21,250,000 points of True Damage traveled instantly in reverse along the sword trajectory, treating Zarek’s polished purple obsidian plates and high-tier level-based damage reduction metrics like thin air.
High Demon Commander Zarek’s eyes snapped wide in un-adulterated, primal horror as his legendary greatsword violently shattered into thousands of harmless shards of scrap metal.
"g-gahhhh! My Blade...my armor..noooo!"
The 21.2 million True Damage backlash forcefully vaporized his nine-foot regal frame into a cloud of dead gray pixels in less than a fraction of a millisecond. His massive life bar hit absolute zero instantly, turning him into a giant pile of premium system gold and a pulsing, crimson Royal Guard Sovereign Core right at Min-jae’s boots, while his six nightmare steeds fled into the dark sectors in absolute terror.
The elite vanguard leader of the core sectors had been completely, flawlessly erased from the multiverse ledger without scratching a single fraction of Min-jae’s god-armor.
"The cleanup is finished," Min-jae murmured, his low baritone cutting through the silent vacuum as he casually slid his hands back into his pockets. He looked up at his experience logs, his level clicking forward.
[Ding! You have achieved the World-First Execution of High Demon Commander Zarek (Level 70)!]
[Gained 1,500,000 EXP! You have leveled up! You are now Level 43!]
Min-jae turned his deadpan focus back toward his ten flawless queens, a cold, predatory grin returning to his handsome face. Behind his flank, Yoo Ji-a marched over, her midnight-black ponytail swaying violently as her violet eyes flashed with an intense, playful jealousy. She aggressively squeezed her athletic body straight onto his right arm, glaring down at the smitten Medusa.
"The suitor is dead, demon girl! Now back away from his boots before I test my spear loops on your silk robe!" Ji-a purred loudly, her face flushing crimson as she held him tightly.
Min-jae secretly chuckled at the chaotic romantic warmth bouncing around his court, his hands firmly resting near their narrow waists as the fortress prepared to advance. The final pathway to the Supreme Demon King’s citadel was wide open, and the Monarch was ready to take the ultimate throne.
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