"Haven't I already beaten you just now?"

"That was a sneak attack—it doesn't count, little brother~!"

Acrina’s body erupted with swirling white frost. A magic circle flared beneath her feet. Light flashed. Instantly, the hall plunged into glacial cold—as if trapped inside an ice cellar. Thick frost coated the floor.

*Ah-choo!*

Little A Luo sneezed. Kuber remained unfazed.

"This is my magic—**Frost Domain**," Acrina declared. "Within it, your speed drops to near zero. No more chances for close combat like before, hmm?" Confident of victory, she blew him a kiss.

Kuber yawned, face blank with boredom. "Oh, wow. Keep going."

*Hmph!*

His indifference ignited her fury. She *would* make him regret it.

"**High-Tier Minion Creation!**"

Six plumes of black smoke shot from her hand. They hit the ground, morphing into six smaller spider-women—each bearing Acrina’s features.

"**Black Widow Form!**"

Dark mist coiled around Acrina. When it cleared, eerie crimson patterns covered her body. A blood-red skull emblem blazed across her spider abdomen. Her aura surged violently—this forbidden magic burned her life force to amplify power. Yet she pressed on. Kuber still looked utterly unimpressed, as if certain she couldn’t threaten him.

"**Multi-Chant! Icebound Coffin of the Undead!**"

Acrina and her six minions chanted as one. Ice walls erupted behind Kuber. Skeletal hands burst from the ice, pinning him tight.

"Not done yet! **Multi-Chant! Gaze of the God of Destruction!**"

The chant ended. The six minions crumbled into smoke, lifeless. Above Acrina, space tore open—a half-meter rift. A crimson vertical pupil glowed within, radiating apocalyptic dread.

"Game over, little brother."

Acrina’s face turned deathly pale. The red patterns faded. Exhausted, she barely lifted a finger toward Kuber. A world-shattering red beam blasted from the rift, swallowing him whole.

*Phew.* It’s over. No one survives that head-on. Never thought I’d be pushed this far...

Seeing the beam connect, Acrina collapsed onto the frosty floor, drained beyond movement. Even in **Black Widow Form**, casting so many high-tier spells had shattered her stamina.

But when the red light vanished—Acrina’s breath caught. The boy stood untouched. Her ultimate skill had only... burned his clothes off.

Kuber snapped the ice restraints with a shrug. He scratched his head, staring at his completely naked body. *Miscalculation. Should’ve blocked that. Ruined a perfectly good outfit.*

He pulled spare clothes from his storage space and dressed. Then he knelt beside the paralyzed Acrina, stroking her pale cheek.

"Well? Still fighting?"

A bitter smile crossed her lips. She shook her head, all defiance gone. Bowing deeply, she whispered:

"No more. This servant surrenders. Please... show mercy, Master."