At that moment, before the city lord’s manor.

Aerin, about to step inside, suddenly sensed something amiss. She halted and drew the Holy Sword Gungnir from her waist.

A petite, pure-white figure fluttered out from the blade, hovering before her eyes.

“Master, Rayelle has made contact with the Chaos Sect,” Lulu whispered, floating midair.

As a sword spirit, Lulu could choose to be visible only to specific targets—like Aerin now. Others saw nothing.

“So soon?” A trace of surprise flickered in Aerin’s eyes.

She’d barely been out for ten minutes. Those Chaos Cultists had moved faster than expected.

*Vera must be desperate.*

“Master, what now? Proceed to the manor or go straight to her?” Lulu’s expression turned grave.

“They’ve already started fighting. The weakest among them is a Second Rank Extraordinary Being. There’s even a Third Rank. Rayelle’s at a disadvantage—too young for Dragon Kind, no combat experience, and far too timid.”

“Hmm…” Aerin paused briefly, then met Lulu’s gaze.

“Give me the location. I’m going now. The manor can wait. If Rayelle falls, she’s gone for good.”

“Understood, Master.” Lulu nodded, raising a tiny hand.

A speck of light drifted from her fingertip into Aerin’s forehead. Rayelle’s position instantly flashed in her mind.

“Move out.”

Aerin inhaled sharply, eyes sharpening.

Sacred golden light surged from her body, merging with the Holy Sword’s radiance. In an instant, it enveloped her like molten armor.

To bystanders, she sprinted straight toward a thick stone wall—no hesitation, as if blind to the barrier.

“Whoa! What’s she doing?”

“Gonna smash into the wall? Better call repairs.”

“Outsiders really don’t hold back, huh?”

Just as onlookers muttered, Aerin reached the wall.

Her figure dissolved like foam sinking into water—vanishing without a ripple.

“?”

The crowd froze, dumbfounded.

*(Unseen by them, Aerin had phased through the wall using Extraordinary Power. Her logic was simple: the shortest path between two points is a straight line.)*

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*Huff…*

Rayelle flicked blood from her knuckles, scowling at the charging Chaos Cultist. Her peripheral vision locked onto Chriss, bound nearby.

*Never expected to find Chriss this soon… like this.*

She’d been hiding, eavesdropping on Seth’s group for intel—until Chriss’s sudden appearance startled her. A slip. Seth noticed.

*Guess it’s time for brute force.*

The shadow lunged in slow motion. Rayelle dropped her timid act. She crouched low, then exploded forward.

Cold eyes. Blank face. A seasoned hunter, devoid of mercy.

In a blink, she closed the distance.

Fist raised. Swung.

***BOOM!***

The cultist’s eyes widened—too late. Rayelle’s petite fist slammed into his face.

But behind that soft knuckle surged the might of a dragon.

***KRA-KOOM!***

A cannon’s roar echoed. His body folded into a V-shape, rocketing backward. He smashed through dozens of walls, shaking the district.

Before Aerin, Rayelle had suppressed her draconic power—playing the harmless, fluffy loli.

No more pretense now.

These bastards hurt Chriss.

Rayelle’s gaze snagged on Chriss’s wounds. Rage boiled.

As a die-hard lolicon, harming sweet, gentle little girls was her ultimate taboo.

*How dare they manhandle such a precious cutie?!*

***Unforgivable.***

***PUNCH!***

Fury unleashed. Dozens of punches in half a second. The nearest cultist disintegrated into crimson mist.

*(Only his Extraordinary Being physique kept him intact for ten hits before turning to paste.)*

No mercy. No prisoners. These grunts held no intel. Leaving them risked Chriss’s safety.

*Smash them all.*

Blood rained on the stunned cultists. One second Rayelle stood there—the next, she vanished like a teleporting ghost. Two comrades flew. One became confetti.

“The hell was that white rat?!”

“This… this can’t be right!”

“Wasn’t she just First Rank beginner?!”

They gaped at each other, voices cracking.

“You call *that* First Rank?! I’d believe Third Rank!”

Yet the white phantom kept moving—too fast for human eyes. A pale reaper, coldly harvesting lives.

Death’s chill seeped into even Chaos Cultists’ bones.

*This is scarier than any demon god.*

“STONEFLESH BARRIER!” A burly cultist roared, activating his power.

Earthen light encased him. His muscles gleamed bronze, radiating taunting energy—forcing all nearby to fixate on him.

*Just one second of distraction…* His comrades tensed to counterattack.

***KRA-SHATTER!***

Before the thought finished, the burly cultist exploded into gravel.

Less than half a second. Gone.