CHAPTER 60: A BEING WHO NEARLY DESTROYED THE WORLD

"Hey there," Azel said, forcing his voice to come out smooth despite the tension in the air.

Medusa tilted her head ever so slightly, her dark blue eyes meeting his.

For a brief moment, her expression was unreadable — predator or prey, conqueror or servant but then her lips curled into the faintest, most alluring smile.

She had to admit, her master’s face was... beautiful.

Too beautiful.

His hair, a flur of silver that was tied into a ponytail, fell in a way that looked deliberate yet effortlessly natural.

And that voice, even with its rough undertones carried a warmth that seeped into her bones.

"Yes, Master~" Her tone flowed like honey over silk. "Please... take care of me."

"Thank you," Azel replied, trying to sound casual as if he wasn’t standing in front of one of the most feared beings in recorded history. "Just make yourself at home."

As she walked past him, Medusa let her lashes fall and subtly drew in a breath.

Beneath the faint medicinal scent of his bandages, his aura reached out, it was a diferent kind of aura from everything she had seen until now.

It was strong and dangerous.

But not the kind of danger that came from cruelty — no, it was the sort that demanded respect, the sort that showed that he had power.

And that was strange.

She had lived centuries, met rulers, kings, warlords, heroes... but she had never felt an aura quite like his.

She liked it.

No — she loved it.

[Bond Level: 0 → 100]

Medusa eased herself onto the bed, her dress flowing like liquid shadows around her legs.

Without hesitation, she curled up beside Lillia — the sleeping girl whose breathing was slow and peaceful and let herself enjoy the sensation of having something warm, soft, and real beside her.

It had been centuries since she’d been allowed such a thing. Centuries since she’d been given comfort without having to take it by force.

The thought slipped into her mind like a knife — what if he throws me out when he learns what I’ve done?

She pushed it away, hugging Lillia just a little tighter.

Azel, meanwhile, sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes half-focused on nothing as he recalled everything he knew.

Medusa, The Vile Necromancer... She wasn’t from this world — not exactly.

She was from another game by the same company, one whose absurd naming conventions were balanced only by the sheer quality of the worlds they built.

To Save the World.

Yeah, the name was bland, but the gameplay was brutal.

She had been the final boss — an absolute nightmare for players.

Her first phase alone took the average gamer a hundred attempts just to survive, let alone win. And when her health bar hit the halfway mark?

Her True Form emerged: the Queen of Spiders.

He’d caught a glimpse of that when summoning her — the black aura like midnight smoke, the eight jagged spider legs protruding from her back, each one glistening like freshly forged obsidian.

Even now, just recalling that moment, Azel’s body reacted with a faint shiver. If he faced against her in that form, he might not survive.

The Queen of Spiders had been infamous for a reason. Her combination attacks, poison webs, and pure endurance made her more dangerous than even the final Child of the Sky in this world.

And now... she was on his side, it made him feel very confident for the Calamities.

’Open her Status,’

[Status Screen]

[Name: Medusa ???]

[Age: 200]

[Title:]

[The Being Who Nearly Destroyed the World]

[The Spider Queen had been a phenomenon — a walking calamity — who had lived for hundreds of years. She had researched, perfected, and unleashed ways to destroy the very fabric of life itself. When she finally acted, the entire planet trembled.

Continents fell into ruin. The once-green lands turned to ash. Billions perished. The oceans boiled away from entire coastlines. Only the continent of Diathran remained — her chosen throne. Any who dared to oppose her ended their days impaled upon her midnight spears, razor-sharp spider legs that struck faster than thought, piercing through flesh, steel, and soul alike.]

[Life and Mind]

[The only being in her world to wield both Aura and Mana in perfect harmony. They obeyed her as loyal servants, answering every call without hesitation. She was a symphony of power — vile, graceful, and deadly.]

[Master’s Bond]

[She adores her new master and prays she will not be cast aside when her crimes are laid bare.]

[Class: Necromancer]

[Bloodline: ???]

[Bloodline Skills]

[Spider Summoning: From the smallest silkweaver to titanic armored arachnids, her summons could adapt to any role — assassin, guardian, scout. Evolution was their creed; survival, their art.]

[Mana Burst (EX): Condenses mana until it burns white-hot — a flame so pure it melts steel, shatters enchanted wards, and devours even the souls of the damned. No matter the foe, the white fire claims all.]

[Queen’s Presence: One gaze is enough. Those caught in her sight feel their deepest fears claw to the surface. The stronger the will, the more violently it must fight to resist.]

[Queen Form: When she unveils her true self and lets her bloodlust bloom, most magic crumbles before her. Few survive long enough to regret staying.]

[Strength: 70 (B)]

[Speed: 60 (B)]

[Endurance: 60 (B)]

[Magic: 100,000 (S)]

[Passive Abilities: Mana Sense, High Regeneration, Authority of the Forsaken]

[Skills]

[Undead Spider Summoning (Max): Undead Spidders are beings that survive and evolve. They weave threads between life and death, hiding in silence until the moment they strike. No terrain hinders them; no fortress is safe.]

[Spider Web (Max): Silk spun from her hands is stronger than the hardest metal known. Magic slides off it like water. It captures the swift, restrains the mighty, and becomes a lifeline in the queen’s escape.]

Azel exhaled slowly, lowering the status screen.

Across the room, Medusa stiffened.

His silence had stretched for too long.

Was he reading it?

Was he seeing everything?

Was he going to abandon her like everybody else had done until this point?

But he had a right to, even if she had turned a new leaf... She was still seen as Evil in her world.

"Medusa, come here," Azel said.

Her body moved before her mind caught up, slipping from the bed.

She didn’t dare meet his gaze, her fingers curling into her skirt to keep them from trembling.

Who could imagine the Game’s final boss trembling like that

"Erm... Master, I know you’re angry with me, but I promise I’ll be—"

She didn’t finish.

Azel had pulled her down into his arms so suddenly she almost forgot to breathe.

Her face landed against his chest, and the scent she’d already found intoxicating now drowned her senses entirely.

His hand rested against the back of her head, it was steady and warm and there was no judgement in them, it was comfortable.

"It’s fine," he murmured, voice low. "I don’t have any problems with you. Just know that here... you’re loved."

The words sank into her like sunlight thawing ice that had never melted in centuries.

Something inside her cracked open, and the darkness that had always been there suddenly felt less suffocating.

A slow, wicked smile curled her lips.

"Yes, Master~" she purred, her voice trembling with something far deeper than obedience. "I promise to serve you in mind, body, and soul~"

Then, leaning closer, her lips brushed against his ear.

"I love you. I love you so much~"

[Error... The Bond Bar has been broken]

[’Medusa, The Vile Necromancer’ is obsessed with you]