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Chapter 92: The Dawn After the Loop
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Chapter 92: The Dawn After the Loop

Since they had solved the problem of the Weaver, if they used the Death Looper and rewinded time, the events would be entirely different.

There would be no Weaver’s manipulation, so the terrible massacre at the southern gatehouse would never happen.

The city guards would remain normal human soldiers instead of turning into empty, black-smoking puppets, and the low-tier students would safely finish their deployment into the forest.

Ayla had also rewinded her hunting in the outer perimeter of the forest, hoping to hear his praises of her outstanding performance.

Kenji fully satisfied his monster girl’s earnest hopes as he rewarded her with more perverted actions inside the dark scouting tower.

Over the next few hours, they experimented with multiple hidden positions that completely shattered any sense of human normalcy.

Most of them were too degrading for a proper noble to even look at. No one in Crusade could ever imagine that these filthy, wild plays would be tried out by the true heir of the prominent Hayashi family.

Even Ayla, who was originally a primitive monster with no baseline human morals, sometimes felt deeply ashamed of those unique bedroom plays.

She eventually accepted a bitter truth that she could never win against Kenji when it came to physical sex.

His stamina and knowledge were completely overwhelming.

Anyway, this intense private event heavily intensified their relationship. Through these deep physical and mental exchanges, Ayla learned the true, complex meaning of love.

The intense emotions currently forming inside her brain were finally her own, born from her own experiences and desires.

She felt like her independent identity was slowly developing itself from scratch, rather than relying on the shared memories of the human brains she had devoured in the past.

She was no longer just a copycat creature mimicking the behavior of others. She was becoming Ayla, a unique individual who wanted to protect her man at all costs.

"You are saying your manual control over your acquired traits increased after devouring the people here?" Kenji asked quietly, breaking the heavy silence inside the tower room.

Ayla’s small head was resting comfortably over his thick bicep. Her restless hands were moving lazily below his waist, casually playing with his balls as if they were her favorite toys.

"Mm..." Ayla muttered absent-mindedly, her golden eyes fixed on his chest.

Kenji’s lips twitched slightly at her distracted response. The beautiful monster girl had recently become incredibly possessive over his balls.

Seeing how tightly she cradled them in her palms, Kenji secretly feared that she would one day ask to have them severed from his body so she could carry them around whenever she decided to leave for a hunt.

It was a bizarre, terrifying thought, but with her raw mimic nature, he could never be too sure.

Though he was a bit worried, he too was actively reciprocating her actions.

His large hand remained resting firmly on her backside, gently kneading her soft ass as they enjoyed each other’s physical warmth.

"It’s getting morning," Kenji muttered, looking at the bright golden rays of the sun filtering through the small wooden cracks of the tower.

"Mm..." Ayla nodded against his skin, still refusing to move her hands away from his lower body.

"You should rewind time before any annoying people come," Kenji said seriously.

He meant the high-ranked leaders and hidden core experts of the Supreme Beast Academy.

Since those powerful elders and grand instructors hadn’t arrived at the gatehouse even after a massive massacre of twelve thousand people, they might be held back by something very important.

Kenji had a very strong hunch that this delay was the work of the Enders.

After coming to this specific academy setting, he hadn’t seen any of the other challengers who had entered the Spire event with them.

Even Austin, who usually made a massive scene wherever he went, had completely disappeared from the grid.

Kenji wanted to end this introductory hunting event quickly, so they could finally get into the real structural events that would reason the total downfall of the Supreme Beast Academy.

Furthermore, Ayla had already successfully solidified her internal soul core into a beautiful light blue color.

She didn’t actually need to devour any more low-tier first-year students to increase her manual control over her synthesized traits.

Her power was already stabilized. During their passionate session, they had planned a fake death drama together.

The plan was very simple. Ayla would fake her death during a brief encounter with one of the standard student groups in the woods, effectively ending her status as an active monster target in the outer rings.

The primary reason the academy had raised a global alarm in the first place was because the cosmic Weaver was playing behind the curtains, manipulating the data streams to create chaos.

Now, with the Weaver gone from this specific timeline, no one in the high tower would be bothered about a few standard forest monsters disappearing from the outer boundary lines.

Also, Ayla was no longer interested in hunting low-tier trash in the outer perimeter anymore. Her next primary aim would be to move past the defensive boundaries and go straight into the dangerous inner rings of the forest, where high-ranked beasts and rare genetic traits were hidden.

Ayla was incredibly unwilling to stop groping his lower body. If it were possible, she wanted to stay naked like this for a few more hours, ignoring the rest of the world.

But she knew that what he was thinking was entirely correct.

They could not afford to waste anymore time.

So, with a very dissatisfied, heavy grunt, she finally moved her slender hands away from his groin.

Kenji smiled softly at her cute, frustrated expression. He lowered his head and pressed a warm, gentle kiss against her smooth cheek.

"Why are you acting like this will be the end of our... well... sex?" Kenji asked, a soft amusement coloring his tone. "You can come to me at any time in the future, and we can do that again."

Ayla’s golden eyes instantly brightened with an intense, happy light. She looked up at his face, her voice dropping into a eager whisper. "Any time?"

Kenji let out a stifled, genuine laugh at her eagerness. He squeezed her soft hand tightly. "Any time."

"You promised this..." she said solemnly, locking his words into her memory.

Without any further hesitation, Ayla focused her light blue soul power and activated the parameters of the Death Looper trait entirely on her own.

The world around them violently shattered like a cracked mirror. The wooden ceiling of the tower, the tattered pile of uniforms, and the warm scent of their combined sweat instantly dissolved into a swirling tunnel of blue temporal energy.

Time violently folded back on itself, reversing the events of the entire night within a fraction of a millisecond.

The next moment, when Kenji returned to his physical senses, the dark scouting tower was completely gone.

He was standing entirely alone against the cold stone wall of the southern gatehouse. His hands were holding the standard-issue iron sword and the light wooden shield.

He was leaning lazily against the masonry, overlooking the vast plaza beyond for any suspicious presences.

The air was cool and crisp, completely devoid of the suffocating scent of iron and ozone that had defined the massacre.

Down in the massive courtyard, every single soldier and student was completely alive and kicking.

The ten thousand city guards stood firmly along the high battlements, their expressions perfectly normal as they carried out their standard guard routines.

Below them, the crowd of two thousand low-tier students was tightly packed together, chatting happily and laughing.

Brandon Cole was standing near the grand stairs, showing off his master-grade gauntlets to his followers, entirely unaware that in a discarded timeline, his throat had been pinned by a standard spear.

The soft, warm expression on Kenji’s face immediately disappeared, replacing itself with his usual hard, stoic, and clinical mask.

He looked down at the bustling crowd, his jaw clenching slightly as a bit of a struggling look appeared deep within his hazel eyes.

The memory of the Weaver’s terrifying warning still weighed heavily on his brain stems. He knew that the cosmic entity was telling the truth about their convergence breaking the loops.

Slowly, the hesitation in his eyes faded away, replaced by an absolute, confident look.

He adjusted his grip on the iron hilt of his sword, his heart rate remaining perfectly steady at sixty beats per minute.

"If I am strong enough..." Kenji muttered to himself, his voice completely silent against the ambient noise of the plaza.

He looked toward the dark silhouette of the distant forest where Ayla was currently operating. "...there is no need to leave her."

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