Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 139 Selene 55% watichars For a brief moment, everyone simply stared at one another, their thick with suspicion and bloodlust, as if they were all silently weighing who would strike first and who would hesitate long enough to die for it.

Then, almost as if an invisible signal had been given, weapons were drawn all at once, and people charged at each other, each one wanting to be the first to kill rather than the first to fall One man barely had time to reach for the hilt of his sword before another slashed across him without mercy, steel biting deep into flesh, and the first man crumpled to the ground, life leaving his eyes before he could even comprehend what had happened.

The second man smirked, clearly pleased with himself, already turning to find his next victim, but his triumph lasted only at moment before an arrow whistled through the air and pierced him cleanly, killing him where he stood. Bodies began to fall one after another, the arena floor quickly stained with blood. People were dying everywhere, some fighting fiercely, others panicking, some striking first out of fear, and one by one they collapsed, never getting back up.

Beside me, Chloe let out a sharp gasp, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared at the scene with wide, horrified eyes, while I simply crossed my arms and observed everything calmly "Oh my goddess," Chloe whispered, her voice trembling. "Why are they killing each other like that? This is... this is terrible." I glanced at her briefly, immediately understanding that she hadn't been exposed to much violence before. To her, this must have looked like madness, but to me, it was the most predictable outcome imaginable. The moment the host spoke, I knew this was exactly how it would unfold.

Fear was an excellent weapon, and the arena masters knew how to wield it well. By instilling uncertainty and dread, they pushed people into a corner where the only choices felt like killing or being killed. No one trusted anyone. No one knew what the person beside them was thinking. And so, rather than risk hesitation, they chose to strike first. It was simple. Brutal, but simple. Despite that, I couldn't deny that some of the contestants were impressive. A few moved with terrifying precision, killing others with nothing more than a flick of the wrist or a single decisive strike.

Watching them stirred something restless in me. When the time came, I wouldn't mind testing myself against opponents like that. Miles, standing on my other side, glanced at my unbothered expression and raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't we also fight?" he asked cautiously. "You're way too calin. What if someone comes after us?" I looked at him, genuinely confused by the question. "Why would we fight?" "What?" he blurted, clearly caught off guard. Before he could ask anything else, I stepped forward, ignoring the chaos around us, and bent down to pick up a small stick lying on the ground.

Slowly, I drew a wide circle on the arena floor in front of us, my focus narrowing until everything else faded into the background. I could feel Chloe's and Miles's confused gazes on my back, but I didn't acknowledge them. Instead, I continued drawing, carving strange symbols and intricate patterns into the dirt. Gradually, the fighting around us slowed. One by one, people noticed what I was doing. They stopped killing each other and soon enough, every pair of eyes was fixed on me. 1/4 13:23 Tue. Feb 100 67 Chapter 139 .55% When I finally finished.

I leaned back to admire my work, a small, satisfied smile tugging at my lips. I lowered myself to the ground, resting against a nearby pillar, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and let out a quiet breath. "Finally," said lazily. "Done." Miles and Chloe exchanged a quick, uncertain glance, their eyes moving from each other to the strange markings carved into the ground and then back to me, clearly trying to make sense of what I had just done. Miles was the first to speak, his brows knitting together. "What are you doing?" I didn't bother looking up at him immediately.

Instead, I studied the circle one last time, making sure every line was complete, before answering calmly, "I'm building a safe zone." "Safe zone?" I glanced at Chloe, meeting her eyes, "Don't leave the circle if you want to stay safe." My gaze shifted to Miles, and I added, with a small shrug, "You, however, can do whatever you want." Miles opened his mouth, clearly ready to say something, but before he could get a single word out, Chloe nodded without hesitation and quietly sat down beside me inside the circle, her trust so immediate that it almost startled me.

She didn't question it, or doubt me for even a second. Miles stared at her in disbelief, then let out a long sigh and shook his head. "I don't know if I should call you crazy," he muttered to Chloe, "or just unbelievably trusting." He paused, glanced at me again, then huffed softly. "But then again... I kind of get why you trust him so much." With that, he sat down inside the circle as well, folding his legs and muttering under his breath, "I just hope we don't die too early.

That would be a real shame, honestly." I looked at the two of them quietly, a faint sense of amusement flickering through me. I genuinely didn't understand why they trusted me so easily, especially in a place like this, but I wasn't foolish enough to reject trust when it was given freely. Trust, after all, was a rare, and useful thing. "What a joke." The mocking voice cut through the air sharply, dripping with disdain. "This is exactly why weak people die so early.

How can they sit around enjoying themselves when death is right in front of them?" Laughter followed, echoing across the arena as others eagerly joined in. "Exactly," another voice chimed in. "They're calm because they know they can't win if they fight. Why even join the competition if you're that weak and scared? It's pathetic." More people nodded and laughed, their words filled with superiority, as if mocking the helpless was entertainment in i I ignored them completely. Their words meant nothing to me. I had long since stopped caring about the opinions of people.

When I glanced sideway noticed that neither Miles nor Chloe reacted either. They didn't inch, or spare the voices a glance. That, apparently, was what truly angered them. The first man scowled, his irritation growing when he realized he was being and chaos, began to shout eagerly. "Kill them!" "We don't want weak people in the arena!" "Get rid of them!" The crowd, already drunk on blood The man grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. He twisted the grip of his sword and said loudly, "You want me to kill them?" His eyes gleamed as he stepped closer.

"Then I'll gladly kill all of them." 2/4 1323 Tue Feb 10 057 Chapter 139 He charged at us, lifting his sword high above his head 10 vouchers "Ahhh!" he roared, swinging the blade down with full force, fully expecting blood and screams. Instead, the moment his sword crossed into the circle, a violent force erupted outward. He was flung back as if struck by an invisible wall, his body flying through the air before slamming violently into the arena wall.

The impact was so brutal that the stone cracked and shattered, debris raining down as his body collapsed in a broken heap The arena fell dead silent. Gasps rippled through the space around us, and people instinctively staggered backward as if the markings on the ground might leap up and bite them. Even Chloe flinched beside me, he fingers curling into her sleeves, while Miles stared at the circle with his mouth slightly open, his earlier suspension replaced with excitement. "N-Noah.." Chloe whispered as she looked from the glowing symbols to my face.

"W-what just happened?" I tilted my head slightly, my lips curling into a faint smile. "What do you mean, what just happened?" I replied calmly. "An arrogant person stepped where they shouldn't have, and they got exactly what they deserved." Chloe blinked, clearly not following. "What...?" By now, I could feel it, dozens, no, hundreds of gazes locked onto me. On a normal day, I wouldn't have cared in the slightest; attention had never bothered me. But this wasn't a normal day, and this wasn't just any crowd.

Somewhere among them was that dangerous alpha, and I knew, without needing to see him, that his eyes were on me. The unsettling part wasn't the attention itself, but the uncertainty. I didn't know if he recognized me, if he knew who I truly was beneath this disguise. If he did, I doubted he would have allowed me to remain here for even this long. And yet, Alpha Damien was unpredictable. No one ever truly knew what was going on in his mind. A sharp voice suddenly cut through the tension, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You!" a man shouted, pointing straight at me. "What did you just do?

What kind of magic was that?" "Magic isn't allowed!" another voice added. "Didn't you read the rules?" I turned my gaze toward them slowly, my expression unreadable. "I did, and what I used wasn't magic." "You've got to be kidding," another contestant scoffed, stepping forward. "Anyone with eyes could see that it was magic." "No," I replied calmly. "It wasn't. It was a simple protective spell. The words sparked another wave of disbelief. People glanced at one another. "Protective?" someone echoed. "There's no way a simple protective spell could do something like that.

You're lying." They weren't wrong. A normal protective spell shouldn't have been able to react so violently, let alone incapacitate someone that thoroughly. But then again, I wasn't normal either. I was moonborn, the direct descendant of the Moon Goddess herself. Of course my spells weren't ordinary. Even something as basic as protection would carry power far beyond what these people considered possible. Compared to them, I was operating on an entirely different level, and they didn't even realize it yet.

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