Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord

Stevee paused mid-stride, his heart skipping.

Had he just heard her voice?

Maggie?

His eyes widened in disbelief. He slowed, just for a moment, despite the sound of goblin feet thundering behind him. Leaves and branches cracked beneath heavy strides, snarls echoing like war drums. But still—he'd heard her. He was sure of it.

He glanced over his shoulder. Shadows flickered between the trees. The goblins were close, drawing nearer with each breath. Still, he looked. Desperately, side to side—searching.

Maybe it was a hallucination. Maybe his mind was fraying from the chase. But then—

There she was.

Just a few meters ahead, beside a towering tree, Maggie stood—waving at him. Her arm moved in slow, sweeping arcs, side to side, like a beacon of hope in the chaos. She wore a white gown, its halter neck tied around the nape like a blouse flowing down into a flared skirt. Though smudged with dirt, it swayed gently around her legs, soft and almost ghostlike in the forest light.

Her full chest bounced slightly with each wave of her hand, but Steve barely registered that. His breath caught.

Fiona was beside her too, looking just as worn and breathless—but alive.

They're alive.

Relief surged through him like a crashing tide. His legs nearly buckled beneath him. He wanted to scream in joy, to run into their arms and collapse. But he didn't. He couldn't.

Because the goblins were still behind him.

His heart twisted.

No. If I run to them… if they see Maggie and Fiona too… we'll all die.

He stopped in his tracks, body trembling. His mind raced. I have to draw the goblins away. Lead them somewhere else. If they stay hidden—

But before he could act, Maggie and Fiona moved—rushing straight toward him.

His eyes widened in panic. "No—what are you doing?!"

Couldn't they see the beasts at his back?

The goblins were tearing through the trees now—snapping trunks, ripping through brush. Their guttural cries shook the air.

And above the chaos, he heard Maggie's voice. Shouting.

"Follow us!"

He blinked. "What?"

"Follow us!" they both screamed again.

For a second, Steve hesitated, stunned. Do they have a plan? An escape route?

He didn't know. But he ran.

They sprinted through the forest together, weaving through the chaos, the goblins crashing behind them like a collapsing wall. Branches whipped at their faces, roots tried to trip them, and still they ran—three ragged souls fleeing the fury of an entire clan.

The weapons of the goblins sliced through the air, crashing into trees and soil around them. Each near miss was a whisper of death. Still, they pressed on.

Then—

"Argh!"

Steve's foot struck something—maybe a root, maybe a slope slick with mud. He slipped. Gravity seized him.

He fell.

The world tilted. He tumbled down the incline, crashing through undergrowth. His body hit the earth again and again, branches snapping against him. His breath was torn from his lungs as he rolled, helpless, until finally—

Thud.

He hit bottom.

Pain jolted through his ribs. He lay there, groaning, dirt in his mouth, ears ringing.

For a long moment, he didn't move.

Breathe. Just breathe.

But the goblins hadn't stopped. He could hear them—closer now, louder than ever. Their howls trembled through the ground.

He pushed himself up with a grunt. "Where the hell… are they taking me?" he muttered, half-dazed.

Then—

Step. Step.

Footsteps, soft and close.

His head jerked up.

And there—stepping through the haze of the forest—was Maggie.

Maggie reached down and grasped Steve's hand, pulling him to his feet with surprising strength. Her touch was soft, grounding. As he rose, breath ragged, she asked gently, "Are you okay?"

Steve paused. For a second, he could barely speak. "Yeah," he muttered.

But then he saw it.

He froze, blinking past her shoulder.

Right in front of them—just beyond the treeline—was something… strange.

It shimmered faintly in the air, almost invisible, like a veil of heat rising off a summer road. It stretched outward in both directions, wide and quiet, forming a wall that wasn't quite there—yet clearly was.

A field of nothing. And within that nothing, only reflections.

He couldn't see through it. Couldn't make out the trees or the landscape behind. All he saw was himself… staring back.

"What the hell is that?" he asked, his voice low, unsettled.

Maggie turned to face it too, eyes narrowing. "I don't know. But… it's a portal."

"A portal?" Steve repeated, incredulous. "A portal to where?"

"I told you—I don't know," Maggie replied, her voice steady but hushed. "When I was being chased… I dove into the river. It carried me downstream. I washed up, and not long after… I found this."

Her gaze lingered on the veil.

"I didn't know what it was. But I stepped through—and I came out somewhere else. That's how I got here."

Steve's heart dropped.

Suddenly, it clicked—the shimmering wall, the warped reflection. He'd seen this before.

Ser Ira.

It was the same strange veil she had passed through—vanishing without a trace, transported to God-knows-where.

He staggered back a step. "No. No fucking way."

Maggie looked at him. "Steve—"

"We go through that, we don't come back," he snapped. "You understand that? We'll get separated again. And getting separated out here... that's suicide."

"We won't get separated," she said firmly. "We'll stay together. I promise."

"How do you know?" he demanded, eyes burning.

"Because I do," she replied. Her hand reached for his again. "Just trust me."

Steve hesitated.

The forest trembled with the weight of what was coming—branches snapping, the goblins howling, drawing closer by the second. The air was thick with dread.

He didn't have time. They didn't have options.

He stared into her eyes. She didn't look away.

And slowly, he exhaled.

"Okay," he whispered.

Then he squeezed her hand back.

Maggie gripped Steve's hand tightly—desperately—as if letting go meant losing him forever. With her other hand, she reached back toward Fiona.

Without hesitation, Fiona clasped it.

The three of them stood linked, fingers interlocked, breaths heavy in their lungs. Around them, the forest roared with chaos. Goblin howls cracked through the trees, and the earth itself trembled beneath their monstrous charge.

"Now!" Maggie shouted.

They ran.

The three of them bolted toward the strange, translucent field—its shimmering veil barely visible, like warped glass in midair. It stretched endlessly across the forest, an unnatural rippling wall of light and reflection, pulsing with silent promise and hidden dread.

The sounds behind them grew louder. Closer.

Steve could hear the guttural grunts of the goblins, the pounding of their massive feet, the sickening scrape of metal against bark. Death was at their heels.

He didn't look back.

They sprinted faster, legs burning, hearts screaming inside their chests.

And then—

Together—they leapt.

Fiona dove first, disappearing into the veil without a sound. Maggie followed, her fingers still wrapped around Steve's, and a split second later, he plunged in too.

—

It was like falling into the skin of another world.

A thick, wet resistance swallowed them whole, as though they'd jumped into a living membrane—slimy, heavy, and suffocating. It wasn't like air, and it wasn't like water either. It was… something else. Something in-between.

Steve gasped—but there was no air to draw. It felt like breathing through syrup, every instinct in his body screaming to get out. Panic clutched at him, but amidst the alien pressure and damp weight, he could still feel Maggie's hand in his.

Soft. Warm. Real.

She's here. I found her.

He tightened his grip, refusing to let go. The veil shifted and moved around them, dragging their bodies forward as if they were sliding down a tunnel made of thick mist and tension. Time felt strange—like it stretched and collapsed all at once.

But then—

A sudden jolt.

A pull—not from around them, but inside him. As if something reached straight through the veil and yanked.

"Maggie!" he tried to shout.

Too late.

His fingers slipped from hers.

He was torn away, his body flung through the veil like a ragdoll caught in a riptide. Light and darkness blurred around him in a whirlpool of movement—and then—

SPLASH. THUD. ROLL.

Steve hit the ground hard, tumbling through wet grass and soft soil. His limbs flailed as he rolled, skidding across earth until he finally came to a jarring stop, coughing and choking for breath.

The air felt thin. Cold.

He groaned, pressing a hand to his side, trying to get his bearings. His lungs stung as he gasped, dragging in oxygen like a drowning man.

"What the… I got spat out?" he muttered, confused. "Wait—Maggie. Fiona—"

His eyes darted around. Grass. Fog. Trees. Silence.

And then—

Shadows.

They loomed in every direction, stretching across the field like a dark tide. Something felt wrong. The ground trembled slightly beneath him.

He slowly raised his eyes.

And froze.

Goblins.

Dozens of them. Hundreds.

It was the entire clan—twisted, massive, snarling figures with glinting eyes and glistening blades, packed shoulder to shoulder across the field. The silence had only masked their presence for a breath. They had been waiting. Watching.

His stomach dropped.

No. No, no no…

He hadn't escaped.

He'd been sent back.

Right to the same clearing he had fled from—only now, he was alone. There was no Maggie. No Fiona. Just him.

Surrounded.

The goblins began to step forward, their feet pounding the soil in eerie, synchronized beats.

Dodd. Dodd. Dodd.

Steve stumbled back instinctively, but there was nowhere left to run. No tree cover. No river. No veil.

Only death.

His heart thundered as the goblins closed in, forming a tight ring around him.

And in that final moment, Steve clenched his fists, every nerve in his body screaming—

I just got her back… and now I'm going to die here? Alone?

Then—

A low, sudden growl echoed from behind him.

Not goblin.

Something else.

Steve's breath caught as he slowly turned toward the sound.

And what he saw made his blood run cold.