Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Whether you win or lose, it involves two opposing forces. Once an alliance becomes enemies, no one will be the winner.

Locke Ryan and Isabella, unable to stop him in time, watched Nolan's retreating figure with worry, unsure how to mediate this personal feud. She was still young, with unlimited potential, and it was too impulsive to gamble her future with a shameless madman.

During this time, Zenora, who knew Nolan best and was the one who should have stopped the duel, remained silent, looking at Bard as if she were looking at a talking corpse.

If it is done through legitimate means, then neither the school rules of St. Lenza nor federal laws can restrain it.

Fortunately, someone actually accepted it.

Nolan suddenly turned around and looked inexplicably toward the cliff on the other side of the highlands, thinking that there was still time.

"Heh, a fight to the death? You've got some nerve. Don't worry, I won't kill you, but I'll make you pay for your arrogance and your father's haughtiness!"

The victor has the right to spare the life of the loser and demand a corresponding price.

That would likely be an unbearable humiliation for a beautiful, underage girl...

Bard licked his lips, his gaze towards the silver-haired girl's pretty face revealing greed and covetousness.

Josephine is indeed the one among the three sisters who perfectly inherited the Duchess's beauty and charm, and it won't be long before she surpasses Miss Alicia.

Back then, many powerful figures caused a bloodbath across the world in their quest for Miss Tess's favor. Now, being able to control such a foolish prey that has come to his doorstep is his greatest honor!

"If you lose, you will become my slave and obey my every command forever!"

The students inside the Galactic Sanctuary felt a chill and felt even more contempt.

Bud's demands were as repulsive as his words and actions: to conquer the proud woman who rejected and humiliated him—this was his truest desire, undisguised.

Bella remained silent for a moment, then silently took out her sword. If it was absolutely necessary, then at least she should be given the best weapon; that was all the help others could offer.

Nolan smiled and shook his head in refusal.

She didn't speak, nor did she mention her spoils. She simply took off her silent gloves and thought about how to apologize to Messiah later. She almost forgot that the dress was hers; she was truly sorry.

How can a dead person pay the price?

If it exists, it is his life.

In Bard's eyes, the silver-haired girl was already timid, but it was too late.

"You'll see just how vast the gap is between us!"

Bard took a deep breath, and the pale yellow earth elemental spirit slowly gathered on his skin, condensing into a halo of armor, dispelling the effects of the alcohol.

Since the other party was so arrogant as not to even choose a weapon, he certainly wouldn't waste time. The body of an Earth Soul Warrior was the best weapon!

Just as he rushed toward Nolan, a calm voice came from behind him.

"Question: I have traversed the void, arriving in silence. Who am I?"

The silver-haired girl smiled and slowly untied her ponytail, letting the breeze caress her hair.

This riddle left everyone present deep in thought, pondering its meaning.

A brief moment of doubt lingered in his mind, a hint of hesitation flashed in Bard's eyes, and then he roared and charged toward his slaves at an even faster pace.

The answer is no, there is nothing.

The wind stops there, the light breaks down there, no element can stay in the void, only nothingness rules everything.

So calm, so serene, so different from the tyranny and chaos understood by mortals; it was the end of chaos.

As the sound faded away, Nolan also disappeared.

In that instant, Lockray's pupils contracted slightly, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

He was the only one who could barely keep up with the speed of that silver phantom...

32. The Silver Devil Under the Moonlight

Human beings have strange ways of thinking. They blindly believe that chaos and order are opposites, focusing only on the bizarre changes along the way, while ignoring the deathly silence of origin and end.

Attempting to maintain the status quo is the beginning of folly. This applies to all great empires that seem as solid as a rock but are actually vulnerable. One should know that nothing in this world can be pursued eternally.

Even gods.

The chaotic spiral constantly propels the cycle of life, moving from one void to another of silence.

This is the order of chaos, and that's where the charm lies. Even Nolan wouldn't know how the laws of chaos would drive everyone's choices.

Just like now, Bard stands at the tip of the spiral spear, greedily believing that he can always gain an advantage on the scales of interests and never have to pay a price, so he throws himself into the vortex without hesitation.

Their utterly disgraceful behavior is the perfect nourishment for chaos...

"All living beings are illusory, and so are all things."

As the sound faded away, the silver-haired girl disappeared.

In that instant, Lockray's pupils contracted slightly, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

He was the only one who could barely keep up with the speed of that silver phantom...

boom!

Bard, enveloped in a pale yellow aura, rammed into the campfire like a bull, sending sparks flying and wood chips flying everywhere. Fortunately, the students in the center of the sanctuary had already retreated far away to make room for the duel.

He stopped in a daze, looked around, lost his target, but then felt a sweet taste in his throat and inexplicably coughed up saliva.

"Well!?"

Bard struggled to raise his hand to wipe it, but his palm was sticky and glaringly red.

That wasn't saliva, nor was it alcohol.

Instead...blood?

Bard felt a chill in his lower abdomen, his eyes flickered, and only then did he realize a stinging pain that was growing stronger and stronger.

Looking down, I found a bloodstained hand growing on my stomach, or rather, passing through my body from behind.

when!?

"hiss......."

The student council president, dressed in a green "forgiveness green" color, pushed up his glasses, his expression grave, and he gasped.

"you!"

Bard turned around in shock to see a smiling, silver-haired girl staring at him.

Nolan's sweet, ecstatic smile was stealing his life away, like a demon who revels in human suffering.

The abrupt reversal not only startled Bard, but also left all the onlookers stunned.

"If there are any last words, now is the time to say them."

"Go to hell!"

Bard roared, his mind blank with terror. He focused his spirit on his fist and swung it out, forgetting even to use his rudimentary martial arts skills.

However, Nolan effortlessly blocked the punch and caught it in his hand.

The last shred of resistance was also declared annihilated.

Bard has almost zero practical combat experience, but his level six Earth Soul Spirit is genuine, while Nolan is just a level four Soul Warrior. How is this possible?

Amidst the shock, everyone saw a wisp of black mist entwined around the silver-haired girl's fair hand, and their hearts skipped a beat as they recalled the rumors circulating during the Soul Trial.

This year, a mysterious girl with confused beliefs entered Saint Lenza...

"Is this your last words? Keep going, you can do even better. Believe in yourself, try your best."

Nolan’s scarlet left hand slowly reached out from Bard’s abdomen, while his right hand clenched Bard’s fist and slowly rotated it until Bard’s body convulsed and his arm twisted into a pretzel.

Snap! Crack!

The chilling sounds of bones breaking and snapping could be heard frequently.

"Ahhhh!"

Bard's face spasmed, and in excruciating pain, he knelt on the ground, clutching the huge bloody hole in his lower abdomen in agony, screaming and howling.

No, why is this happening? Why is she so strong? How is this possible?!

"Stop! Nolan, no, Miss Nolan! Mr. Nolan! You've won!"

As he spoke, a pool of yellow sewage quietly mixed with the blood beneath Bud, creating an unbearable stench.

The once arrogant and boastful man was now terrified by the contemptible silver-haired girl under the threat of his life, causing him to soil himself, which proved the old duke's assessment of him.

Having a penis doesn't automatically make someone a man.

Nolan released his grip, letting Bud struggle to escape, dragging a long trail of blood as he crawled off the field.

Even the onlookers couldn't bear to watch this scene anymore. They knew the duel would end soon, but they never expected the outcome to be completely reversed.

The one brutally suppressed by the newcomer was actually a level six Earth Soul Warrior known for his physique!

Bard has stayed in Saint Lenza for so many years without graduating in order to avoid the dimensional battlefield. He only wants to wait until the Abyss Extermination Campaign ends and the Holy Alliance declares victory before going to the front lines to earn a military rank and get some prestige.

The noble youth who held such thoughts never saw so much blood in his entire life, especially since it came from his own body.

"Quickly, quickly save me! Anyone will do, just chant a secret spell to heal my injuries!"

Bard screamed frantically, not even caring about dealing with the leaking intestines from his abdomen; all he wanted was to get as far away as possible from the woman who, just minutes before, had been trying to drag him to bed and ravage him.

Even his cronies dared not approach, staring in horror at the blood-soaked second young lady of the Joestar family.

Under the laws of the Golden Plantagenet, no one may interfere in a duel until both parties reach an agreement or one of them dies completely.

The farther Bard crawled, the longer his intestines protruded from his stomach, dragging a trail of glaring blood under the starry sky—a horrifying sight.

Not only Bard, but most of the trainees present had not yet experienced the baptism of war. Seeing such a bloody scene, they all turned pale, and some girls had already clutched their stomachs and vomited.

Nolan did not stop him, but simply followed Bard slowly, stepping through the bloodstains.

"Tsk tsk tsk, to be honest, the way you were pointing fingers at the country just now was more impressive."

"You've already won, let me go. I'll give you whatever you want!"

Tears streamed down Bud's face. He dared not look down at the horrific scene beneath him. Excessive blood loss had left his hands and feet icy cold, and his vision blurred.

Nolan knelt down, resting his chin on his hand, and looked at Bard gently. He said, "Is that so? Then why don't you try begging me? Maybe if you're willing to ask me in front of so many people, I'll take pity on you and let you go. Of course, I might not. What do you think?"