*Heh heh heh!*

*Keh keh keh!*

Both let out maniacal laughter the moment their weapons clashed.

Their faces flushed with excitement and fanaticism, murderous intent spilling freely.

As blade met scythe, a sword suddenly slashed from the side.

The Destroyer easily deflected the Great Scythe, his katana cleaving through Euphemia’s Silver Sword.

*“Is this all?”*

*“Just this much?”*

*“Is this truly the best you can do?!”*

*“You disappoint me…”*

Dodging their combined assault, the Destroyer sneered trash talk instantly.

*“Keep this up, and I’ll rip off your heads. I’ll show them to that bitch in the sky who set you loose. I’ll watch her writhe in grief and rage—aching to tear me apart but powerless to kill me. Then I’ll slaughter her slowly…”*

Euphemia and Helena snapped.

*“Don’t you dare insult my mother!”*

*“To covet Master’s power? You’ll pay for this!”*

Their assault intensified, movements syncing seamlessly.

The Destroyer’s grin widened with ecstasy. *“Yes! Like this! Give me everything! Hahaha! So you both care for that fat sow!”*

*“I’ll make you watch as I butcher that bloated sow in the sky—the one who just watches you die pointlessly!”*

Above the battlefield, Cecile studied the gray-haired loli.

Her fighting style was even more reckless than Helena’s—utterly feral.

Honestly, Cecile sensed this girl wasn’t even trying.

How had the Blood Clan summoned someone who toyed with Euphemia and Helena—their strongest fighters—so effortlessly?

Still… being called a *bitch* and *sow*? Unforgivable.

But it wasn’t her turn to intervene. Yet.

*If it were, I’d rip that foul mouth right off her ugly face.*

Such a malformed little thing… truly unlikable.

Helena and Euphemia needed room to grow. Especially Euphemia.

She was the type who sparked miracles in despair—the divine presence in her Silver Sword had awakened during a near-death crisis.

True hardship. Life-and-death trials. That was the shortcut to growth.

*But damn… this pisses me off.*

*I’ll find a way to kill her.*

Cecile’s gaze sharpened as Euphemia parried the Destroyer again.

*Clang! Clang!*

Her sword hammered the katana at blinding speed, sparks flying.

The sudden surge in power caught the Destroyer off guard.

Forced into defense, crimson mist enveloped him.

As the Silver Sword struck again, the Crimson Great Scythe emerged from the blood fog.

It slashed toward the Destroyer’s neck—clean, ruthless.

*Thud!*

The body collapsed.

But unlike a normal decapitation, no blood gushed from the severed neck.

Seeing the head roll away, Euphemia almost sighed in relief—

—until purple flames erupted from the corpse.

A colossal warrior phantom rose from the blaze.

Everyone froze.

The headless body stood tall. It moved with purpose, katana still leveled at Euphemia.

The severed head floated back, reattaching itself.

The Destroyer’s laughter turned euphoric. His head rotated a full three hundred and sixty degrees to face forward.

Unharmed. Reborn.

*“Holy shit!”* Cecile cursed in her native tongue. *“Head Reattachment King?!”*

After all that effort… to see him perfectly restored? Unacceptable.

The reborn Destroyer flicked his katana.

*Crackle!*

*“Dead? I died… I didn’t die! Hahaha! Fooled you!”*

A gigantic fist smashed down from the sky.

*CRUNCH!*

It shattered the warrior phantom like an eggshell.

*“Oh? Then you should die now.”* Cecile descended from above.

Behind her blazed a divine avatar radiating holy light. Twin colossal fists—charged with lightning and flame—pummeled the purple phantom.

*Smash! Smash! Smash!*

Each punch pulverized the phantom as it stubbornly reformed.

When it finally grew arms to block the fists, a crimson scythe-blade sliced through them.

The fists crashed down mercilessly.

*THUD! THUD! THUD!*

The Destroyer’s grin vanished. His face paled.

Helena and Euphemia stared in horror at Cecile’s descent.

The Witch smiled, flanked by the silver divine avatar and a deathly reaper wreathed in blood mist.

*“Enough, little one… Thank you for playing with them.”*

Another phantom shattered. The Destroyer finally crumpled, coughing blood.

*“Hrk!”*

No more warrior phantom coalesced around him.

The battle was decided. Without that forbidden rebirth technique, decapitation meant death for most.

Cecile noted many issues from this fight: self-reflection, plot holes, Helena and Euphemia’s artificial limitations…

Too many problems to untangle later.

But one thing mattered now.

*“Time for adult revenge.”* Cecile stood before the Destroyer.

This random destroyer held zero interest for her.

She kicked—hard.

Her boot separated the girl’s head from her body again.

Cecile teleported beside the head. She knew it wasn’t over.

Grabbing the hair, she lifted the head. Flames gathered in her free palm.

*“Such a pretty little girl… why grow such an ugly mouth?”*

The Destroyer sneered. *“Kill me? You can’t. Once born into this world, no one can kill me… No one!”*

*“Mom! Behind you!”* Cecile sensed no threat—

—but she turned anyway.

She hadn’t forgotten the headless body could move.

Indeed, it stood. A floating cube materialized in its hand.

*“Samsara’s Ninth Movement: [Causality Restoration].”*

The head vanished from Cecile’s grip.

The Destroyer’s form dissolved into nothingness—body, head, even her presence erased.

*“I’ll return… You’ll see me again!”* Maniacal laughter faded into silence.

Cecile stared at the empty space, thoughtful.

*What unpredictable variable is this…? Did this world’s will send an assassin after sensing I’m a transmigrator?*