NOVEL NEXT Chapter 31: The Beast King’s Arena
"Sometimes the strongest roar hides a broken heart."
📜 Recap from Chapter 30
Jemil melted the cold heart of Lyselle, the Frost Queen, reclaiming her love and freeing her from emotionless isolation. Now with six awakened wives by his side, the Tower's grip tightens — and Floor 8 opens not with mystery, but violence.
🦁 Main Story
Floor 8 didn't welcome them.
It swallowed them.
A sudden drop, like a trapdoor beneath their feet, and the party fell — not through sky or space, but into roaring chaos.
Jemil landed hard, sand biting his skin.
The air was hot, choking with dust and blood. The crowd above was deafening — beasts and beings of all races filling the stands, shouting for blood.
It was a colosseum. A savage, sun-drenched arena under a red sky.
"Trial of Floor 8: Survival of the Strongest," the Tower boomed.
Across from him, a giant shadow stepped forward. Muscles rippling, claws dragging against the stone floor, fangs bared. She wore a tattered red cloak and armor fashioned from dragonbone. Wild black hair whipped in the wind, and her golden eyes locked onto Jemil like prey.
And she smirked.
"Well, well… look who finally crawled his way here."
"Hello, husband."
🩸 The Beast Queen Appears
Jemil's breath caught.
He knew that voice — once playful, always hungry for a fight. She was the wildest of them all, the one who couldn't be tamed but chose to walk beside him.
Her name burned in his chest like a scar.
"Shira…"
She cracked her neck. "Don't say it like we're lovers. You left me to rot in this damned Tower."
"No, I—"
"Save it. If you want me back, you'll have to earn it. In my arena, strength is the only language."
She turned and howled. The gates roared open, and monsters charged in.
Beast after beast — horned lions, molten gorillas, thunder panthers.
"WIN… or be forgotten!"
⚔️ Arena Battle Begins
Jemil summoned his soulblade, flames dancing across the steel.
Kaelara, Lyselle, and the others watched from magical cages — unable to intervene.
"You got this!" Kaelara yelled.
"Break her pride and remind her who she married!" Lyselle added coolly.
Jemil ducked under a flame blast, leapt off a charging bull-wyvern, and cleaved through its neck mid-air.
But the real threat wasn't the monsters.
It was Shira.
She entered the arena herself, grinning like a predator.
"Let's see if you've gone soft, lover."
🐾 The Clash
Shira fought like a force of nature.
Her fists cracked stone. She moved like a beast unchained — claws, kicks, roars that sent shockwaves across the sand. Her speed and fury pushed Jemil into full defense.
"Why did you forget me?" she snarled between strikes.
"I didn't!"
"You replaced me with tame little princesses—"
"They're not replacements! You're part of me, Shira!"
A powerful uppercut sent Jemil flying into a wall of bone.
He coughed blood… but smiled.
"You've gotten stronger."
She paused. Just for a second.
"Damn right I have."
He stood, fire in his eyes. "But you're still hurting."
That stopped her cold.
💔 Beneath the Rage
"Why did you stay in the arena?" he asked.
Her voice cracked — barely a whisper.
"Because here… no one could leave me.
Here, pain makes sense."
She dropped her fists.
"I waited, Jemil. I fought for years. The Tower told me you abandoned me, that you didn't care."
He walked forward, slowly.
"I was locked out… like all the others. But I never gave up. I climbed every floor for you."
Shira clenched her jaw. "You're such a damn idiot."
"Yeah," he said. "But I'm your idiot."
She rushed him — but this time into an embrace, not a strike.
The crowd went dead silent.
🦁 The Beast Queen Reclaimed
The arena shimmered. The sand turned to gold. The monsters bowed.
Shira's armor crumbled, revealing tribal tattoos across her arms — glowing faintly.
Her wild hair flowed softer now, but her eyes still gleamed with fire.
"You gonna marry me again?" she asked with a wicked grin.
"Only if you promise not to punch me on our honeymoon."
"No deal."
They laughed — and the Tower accepted her reawakening.
A seventh soul sigil flared on Jemil's chest.
The Trial of Strength was passed — but love was the true prize.
🐺 Next Time: Chapter 32 – The Oracle's Prophecy
A quiet floor… with no enemies, no trials.
Only a prophetess who claims she saw this moment a thousand years ago.
But she's not a wife — she's a daughter.
And she says the Tower is lying to them all.
📣 Call To Action!
💪 Did you feel the fury and fire of Shira's return?
📚 Add to your library so you never miss a floor
🪙 Drop a power stone if you'd fight for love like Jemil did!