Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!

Even the dungeon itself began to tremble, unable to handle the sheer power being unleashed.

And still, Xavier didn't stop.

Because for him — this wasn't just a fight anymore.

It was a dance beneath an invisible moon — one only he could see, and one that would never fade.

The silvery beam tore through the air like a divine scythe, cutting the darkness apart. Shard Beetles shrieked as the light swallowed them — their crystal carapaces melting and shattering into glowing fragments that rained down like black snow.

Xavier landed lightly on a half-broken golem's shoulder, his dagger glinting faintly under the dim glow of his Moonshield. The air trembled with mana pressure.

Another roar — deep, grinding, heavy.

Basalt Golems pushed through the ground in clusters, their stony forms groaning as they rose. The earth cracked beneath their weight. A dozen at once, maybe more, each swinging massive arms like falling boulders.

Xavier didn't flinch. He shifted his stance, dagger reversed in his grip. His moonlight aura shimmered, stretching behind him like a ghostly trail.

"Let's end this quickly."

He blurred — a flicker of silver between shadows. The first golem swung; Xavier ducked low, sliding between its legs, the dagger flashing once. A clean crescent cut, perfectly aimed at its knee joint.

The basalt cracked — not enough to break it, but enough to destabilize. Before it could regain balance, Xavier spun, his heel glowing faintly as he kicked upward. The fragmented joint shattered completely, the golem collapsing with a guttural rumble.

The moment it fell, he moved again. The next golem's hand came crashing down like a meteor — Xavier parried the impact with Moonshield, the translucent dome rippling with each hit but refusing to break. Then, his dagger ignited — a faint pale glow spreading along its edge.

"Moon Edge."

He slashed upward — once, twice, thrice — each cut sharper than the last, carving moonlight scars across the golem's chest. The final slash exploded in a blinding crescent arc, bisecting the creature from shoulder to core.

The ground trembled.

But there was no time to breathe — the swarm came next.

A loud chittering sound filled the air — the Shard Beetles again, pouring from fissures and cracks like a living storm. Some flew in jagged spirals, wings slicing through the wind, while others crawled along the rocks, their saw-like maws gnashing. The flying ones dove from above, their black-glass carapaces reflecting the moonlight energy.

Xavier stepped back, eyes cold.

His aura flared once more — moonlight pouring out of his body in rhythmic pulses. He flipped his dagger around his palm, slamming the tip into the ground.

"Lunar Flare."

From the impact, radiant arcs burst outward, hundreds of silver fragments slicing through the air like rain. Each line of light carried compressed mana — tiny blades of condensed moon energy. They tore through the flying beetles mid-charge, exploding them into clouds of violet mist.

The ground beetles roared in response, their shells vibrating. The next moment, they rolled — like massive spiked boulders, laced with icy vapor. The air turned cold.

One of them slammed into his shield, frost creeping across the dome's edge. Another followed — then another — hammering from all directions.

Cracks formed.

Xavier's gaze sharpened. "Persistent bastards."

He clenched his fist, then released it slowly. The cracks vanished instantly, his control refocusing. The Moonshield pulsed — once, twice — then burst outward like a shockwave. The energy repelled all incoming beetles, sending them tumbling back.

He darted forward again, cutting through the chaos. The air hummed with mana as he weaved between falling debris and lunging golems. He moved like a ghost — silent, fluid, unstoppable.

A beetle tried to bite his leg, but before it could touch the shield; his dagger flashed backward, cutting it in half without him even turning. Another tried to ambush from the side; a quick spin and a palm strike — Moon Palm again — erased it in a streak of light.

When three golems closed in, Xavier leapt high, planting a foot on one's shoulder before springing toward another's head. He flipped mid-air, slicing downward — his dagger carving through stone like butter.

The golem's head shattered.

He landed amidst the falling rubble, breathing steady, eyes still glowing faintly silver. His mana pressure warped the air.

And still, they came.

Dozens of basalt arms reached from the ground; hundreds of wings shimmered in the dim light. The Silver Spire's outer region was a living fortress of beasts — endless, unrelenting.

But Xavier only smiled. His fingers tightened around his dagger.

The moonlight around him pulsed brighter — forming a halo behind his shoulders. The air thickened, vibrating with divine resonance.

"Guess I'll have to wipe you all out at once."

He lowered his stance, then whispered — almost tenderly, as though invoking a memory.

"Lunar Cascade."

The world flashed.

From Xavier's body erupted a torrent of silver blades — each one shaped from condensed moonlight, spinning outward in spiraling formation. They cut through everything — golems, beetles, rock, even the very air — until the landscape itself was reduced to a crater of glowing dust.

The roaring stopped. The world went silent, save for the low hum of fading energy.

Xavier stood at the center, dagger lowered, moonlight fading from his form.

"Now…" he murmured, exhaling slowly. "Let's see what's next."

The ground beneath him trembled again — deeper this time. A warning of something far worse stirring ahead.

He smiled faintly, brushing dust off his cloak.

"Looks like the real fun's about to start."

The sound reached him before the beasts themselves — a deep, shuddering rumble that rolled across the barren field like thunder trapped beneath the earth. Dust rose in trembling waves, the cracked ground vibrating beneath Xavier's boots.

He frowned slightly, turning his head toward the horizon. The air shimmered with heat and distortion, but then—

A howl.

Loud. Primeval. Echoing through the dungeon's massive cavern like the cry of an ancient god.

Then came the tremor.

The earth cracked apart as thousands — no, millions — of massive shapes surged into view. From the smoky haze emerged a monstrous herd of creatures, each one easily the size of a carriage, their hides jet-black and glistening as though carved from molten obsidian.

Their horns gleamed like twisted blades of onyx, edges dripping faint green fumes — venomous, acidic. The air around them reeked of iron and ozone, thick enough to sting Xavier's throat.

They were Mutant Abyssal Buffaloes, apex beasts of the lower spire ecosystem. Creatures born from corrupted earth mana — half rock, half flesh, all rage. Their hooves struck the ground with thunderclaps, creating shockwaves that shattered stray golem fragments into dust. Their eyes burned crimson, glowing like embers of war.

And there were so many.

Stretching beyond sight — a living ocean of muscle, fury, and poison.

Xavier's lips curved upward.

He could feel their energy — wild, chaotic, pulsing in rhythmic waves that made the air hum. To any ordinary adventurer, this would've been a death sentence. But to him?

It was an invitation.

The thrill coursed through his veins like fire. His mana pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. The dagger in his hand trembled faintly, resonating with anticipation.

"So this is what you've been hiding," he murmured under his breath, eyes narrowing with predatory calm. "Perfect."

The first line of buffaloes broke formation, charging faster than the rest. The ground split under their weight. Dust clouds swirled like storm fronts.

Xavier didn't move at first — he simply stood, one hand resting lightly at his side, his hair fluttering with the wind their advance created. Then, as the front line closed in, he smiled.

He vanished.

A blur of silver and shadow cut through the stampede. The first buffalo's horn grazed empty air where he'd been a heartbeat before — then its neck split open in a clean, luminous line. It toppled instantly, dissolving into mana ash before it even hit the ground.

Dozens followed.

Xavier darted between them like moonlight itself — impossibly fast, weaving through the chaos, his dagger trailing arcs of pale light. Each motion was precise, effortless, beautiful. He'd slash once — a buffalo's leg would explode. Kick off its falling body — land atop another's head. Then spin mid-air, slicing through five more in a single movement.

Their venom splattered around him like acid rain, but every drop that came near was vaporized by the shimmering barrier of moonlight coating his form.

He was untouchable.

Another beast lunged, bellowing as its horn caught a glint of his light. Xavier tilted his head slightly, stepping aside, and his dagger moved faster than sight — one clean stroke across its spine. The creature dropped mid-charge, sliding into its brethren and sending a dozen tumbling like a landslide.

The earth shook with every fall.

But the herd didn't stop, no they only grew more frenzied, driven by the scent of blood and the pulse of their collective rage. They poured toward him endlessly, a living tsunami.

Xavier chuckled softly. "This might actually take a while."

His eyes gleamed faintly. "Good."

Then, raising his left hand, he whispered a single word.

"Moonburst."

The world ignited...