NOVEL NEXT Chapter 313: The End of the Hunt
The dejected Dell quickly said:
"Yeah, how are you so sure?"
But Ursula and Julian shared a mysterious smile and said in perfect sync:
"It's the mystical revelation brought by fist-to-fist collisions, flesh-to-flesh interweaving!"
???
Dell and the others were totally lost—they couldn't understand a damn thing!
WHAM!
Two fists came down.
"Ow!" x2
Ursula and Julian clutched their heads in pain.
Kana said coldly:
"Speak English."
"Gut feeling!" x2
"..."
Everyone felt their fists itching to swing...
...
In the distance, a blue-robed guy looked terrified as he was held by the throat by a Black Knight, struggling helplessly. A blue-black device tumbled from his arms.
Step step.
Carlos picked it up curiously.
It was a weirdly shaped pointed horn, all blue-black with creepy text crawling across its surface.
Digging through his memory, he pulled up the relevant info.
"Didn't expect this timeline would have Whale Fort already cooking up this kind of gadget."
[Whale Kill]—a twisted device developed by Whale Fort that could control Whale Scale Hunters' fall.
Rare as hell, only Whale Scale Hunters with specific talents could get them custom-made.
Falling was a one-way ticket—this was common knowledge among Whale Scale Hunters.
But it had always been Whale Fort's pet project: keeping the fall in check, even controlling the fallen.
After all, the power Whale Scale Hunters unleashed after falling way outclassed what they showed while keeping their human marbles.
If it could be controlled, Whale Fort's firepower would definitely spike big time.
So they cooked up this twisted device [Whale Kill].
It could manipulate Whale Scale Hunters to actively fall and then control them.
In his memory, the original timeline's Timira had been caught off guard and taken out by a fallen close buddy.
"That direction..."
Carlos looked toward where the blue-robed guy had come from—exactly where Timira was messing around with her teammates.
"So there's someone close to Timira among them?"
Carlos figured.
...
WHAM!
After the secret weapon failed to show its proper ass-kicking potential, with the last fighter Kana beaten to hell, the hunting squad was completely wiped out!
"Wuu wuu~"
Doris lay on the ground covering her little butt, crying pitifully non-stop.
This bawling made Timira's head pound.
"Doris, knock it off!"
"Wuu~"
The crying stopped dead. Doris covered her mouth, tears of hurt streaming down.
But her little butt hurt like hell, she wanted to protect it, but her two tiny hands couldn't handle both jobs.
Timira scooped up the miserable Doris and held her close.
"No more crying!"
Doris buried her head toward the familiar spot.
BONK!
Her nose smacked the scale armor hard. The tears that had just stopped couldn't be held back anymore:
"Mama, sorry! It was a mean uncle who made Doris say those things, saying only by doing that would mama be set free! Mama, sorry!"
"Don't cry, it's annoying as hell."
Though Timira's tone was still harsh, her movements got gentler.
The scale armor vanished. Doris finally caught the familiar scent, buried her head, and clutched nervously with her small hands.
Timira's face went slightly red but quickly faded.
Her gaze full of 'murderous intent' swept over the six women sprawled on the ground at their mercy.
"Timira, why is your body..."
Dell gestured with both hands, showing jealous eyes, totally forgetting her situation.
Edrin hadn't forgotten. She said seriously:
"Timira, if you want to attack, go for it! Whale Scale Hunters don't fear death!"
Timira's drop-dead gorgeous fair body drew envious stares from all the women without exception.
Even the ice-cold Kana couldn't help but sneak another peek.
Timira held Doris with one hand, her face suddenly turning cold:
"Since you don't want to live, I'll send you on your way!"
Hearing this, Dell frantically shook her head:
"Wait, I don't want to die!"
Catching Timira's hint, Dell forcefully yanked Edrin.
Edrin's tense face relaxed as she sighed:
"I don't want to die either."
The muscle-bound duo Ursula and Julian nodded—they didn't want to croak so pointlessly either.
Melinda said:
"I want to live."
Finally, only Kana was left.
She opened her mouth, sighed, and said:
"Kill me if you want."
Right then, Doris, hiding in Timira's arms, jumped into the fun:
"If mama wants Doris to die, Doris will..."
"Shut it!"
Timira's tone was impatient as she shot Doris a look, scaring her into honestly pulling her head back...
"I can spare your lives, but I need you to honestly participate in a ritual."
Timira revealed her real agenda.
"Ritual?"
Dell and the others looked at each other, all seeing confusion in each other's eyes...
...
...
By the lake, in front of the carriage:
"They agreed?"
Emerald eyes, perfect like gems, looked with interest at the women supporting each other.
"They agreed."
Timira didn't give Dell and the others any chance to speak and settled the matter.
Edrin whispered to Dell:
"Who is this guy? Why does Timira seem to respect him?"
But she didn't get Dell's response.
The usually hot-headed Dell was now quiet as a mouse.
A pair of eyes stared straight at Carlos non-stop, her cheeks flushed, thinking God knows what.
Melinda said quietly:
"She's got it bad."
Hearing this, Dell, like her secret thoughts had been exposed, jumped up like a startled cat despite her serious injuries:
"Who! Who are you saying has it bad! I... I..."
Dell suddenly realized something, grabbed her outer robe with both hands, and crouched with her head down, ears bright red.
Right then, Kana said quietly:
"Have you forgotten what you are?"
The embarrassed Dell froze.
Right... Whale Scale Hunter.
She looked down at her ugly skin and visibly deflated...
...
Timira didn't have time to explain much.
Better to just transform them directly. After the ritual ended, without saying a word, they'd all get it.
Carlos deliberately avoided looking at Timira's chest area:
"Timira, when did you have a kid?"
"You mean this brat? I found her years ago. I didn't expect Whale Fort to send her."
Timira keenly sensed Carlos's gaze.
But she didn't mind at all. Instead, she deliberately stretched lazily and tossed Doris to the ground.
Doris only dared to grumble twice before obediently crouching on the ground.
"Hmph, that shameless witch!"
The deflated Dell, whether from jealousy or... well, jealousy, directly changed how she referred to Timira to "that witch."
Edrin said enviously:
"If I could get back to looking like that, I'd probably be even crazier than her."
Ursula and Julian were confused—wasn't it just showing off some muscles...
...
"Should we start now?"
Timira felt something hard to describe—disappointment or something else—as her dress closed at the chest.
"We need to wait a bit."
Carlos looked up at the sky where a red light appeared from the horizon...