CHAPTER 182: CHAPTER 181: ALLIANCE OF DESPERATION VS FINAL BOSS SISTER

The ruins of the Royal Magic Academy were still smoking. The ash, the rubble, the collapsed tower that bent at a comedic forty-five-degree angle—it all should have been a solemn sight, a place where scholars mourned the death of knowledge.

Instead, it was a battleground of whispers.

"The sister called him husband."

"She’s smiling while entire armies faint!"

"The other brides are sharpening their weapons."

"Place your bets! Final Boss Sister versus Six Brides!"

Merchants were already setting up betting stalls outside the ruins. Demons handed out roasted peanuts. A group of nobles huddled together drafting a Declaration of Sibling Romance Legality just in case history decided this was normal.

[System Alert: Cultural Collapse Achieved.]

[Forget Civilization. Welcome To A Reality Show.]

And at the center of it all, Rei was not rallying troops, nor trying to negotiate. He was inside a broom closet.

The broom closet was dark, dusty and smelled faintly of mold, lemon polish, and despair. Rei hugged his knees in the corner, whispering to himself like a man awaiting execution.

"She can’t find me. She won’t find me. It’s a broom closet. Who looks for husbands in broom closets?"

[System Note: Sisters Do.]

[System Warning: Final Boss Yandere Detected Within 10 Meters.]

Rei froze. "...No. She can’t be—"

The door creaked open. A sliver of golden light cut through the gloom. There she was—his sister—smiling that elegant, flawless smile that could melt mountains and crack spines. Her parasol was folded neatly under her arm, and her gaze locked on him like a predator spotting prey.

"There you are, little husband," she whispered.

Rei squeaked like a trapped mouse. "Wh-why are you here?! How did you—"

Her hand brushed over the doorframe, elegant and terrifying. "You’ve always been easy to find. Even when you slept in your coma, I could hear your breathing. I knew your heartbeat. Do you think a few brooms can hide you from me?"

[System Alert: Stealth Failed. Hide-and-Seek Skill = Useless.]

Rei tried to scuttle backward, but there was only a bucket behind him. His heel went into it, creating the most humiliating clang of his life.

She crouched gracefully, bringing her face level with his. "Don’t worry, little one. I’ll... retire them kindly."

Rei’s blood froze. "...Retire who?"

Her smile deepened. "Those... distractions. Those girls buzzing around you. I won’t be cruel. I’ll make it quick, gentle and elegant."

[System Notification: Death Flags Raised For Six Brides.]

[On The Bright Side, You’ll Finally Have Some Peace. Six Feet Under.]

Meanwhile, outside the broom closet, the six brides gathered in what could only be described as a war council.

They sat around a broken stone table salvaged from the ruins, glaring at one another while trying to pretend they weren’t considering stabbing each other.

Lilia slammed her hand down, holy light blazing. "We cannot allow this woman to continue."

Velveria’s shadows hissed, wrapping protectively around her. "Finally, something we agree on. She threatens the balance. Even I fear her aura."

Drakana crossed her massive arms. "SISTER OR NOT—SHE DIES. NO ONE CALLS MATE HUSBAND BUT ME!"

Seraphina twitched, parchment and runes scattered before her. "I have already begun drafting seventy-three exorcism circles. None will likely work, but I’ll look productive."

Rosette calmly sharpened a blade. Shink. Shink. Without any words, just the sound of death being prepared.

Emilia sipped her tea and smiled faintly. "Ara. Ara. If she kills Rei’s other brides, my workload as a wife decreases. Still, perhaps it would be inconvenient to let her win so easily."

They all glared at her.

"Do you side with her?" Lilia demanded.

Emilia shrugged elegantly. "No. But I’ll side with whoever pours the best tea at the end of this."

[System Notification: Anti-Sister Alliance Formed.]

[Effect: -50% Trust, +500% Chaos.]

[This Will End In Tears. And Probably Explosions.]

Back in the closet, Rei was trying—and failing—to reason with his sister.

"Y-you don’t have to ’retire’ anyone! They’re... fine and mostly Harmless. Okay, sometimes homicidal, but in a cute way!"

She tilted her head, smile never faltering. "I saw their eyes. Predators. Parasites. They see you as prey. You can’t see it because you’re too kind."

Rei sputtered. "Too kind?! They tried to kidnap me, stab me, drag me into marriage booths! You think I’m blind to that?!"

She reached forward, brushing dust off his cheek with a silk glove. Her touch was gentle, but her aura screamed danger.

"You’ll understand in time. For now... let me handle everything. Just like when you were little. Just like when you slept."

Rei’s soul shriveled.

[System Alert: Sister Route Intensifying.]

[System Warning: Logic Resistance Useless. She Believes She’s Always Right.]

The Anti-Sister Alliance quickly devolved into chaos.

"NO! WE NEED TO STRIKE DIRECTLY!" Drakana bellowed. "BURN HER TO ASHES!"

"Holy purification will cleanse her," Lilia insisted.

"She cannot be purified," Velveria countered. "She is purer than all of us combined. That makes her more dangerous."

Rosette finally spoke, voice quiet and chilling. "...Her smile. I don’t like it. It’s too... clean and I’ll cut it."

Everyone went silent for a second. Then they all nodded grimly.

"Yes. Good plan," Seraphina agreed.

"Seconded," Velveria said.

"Thirded," Drakana growled.

Emilia raised her cup. "Cheers."

[System Note: Alliance Agreed On First Objective – Kill The Smile.]

[System Probability: 0% Success.]

[At Least They’re United In Delusion.]

Eventually, Rei’s sister stepped gracefully out of the broom closet, dragging Rei by the wrist like a prize pet.

The six brides immediately stood, powers flaring, forming a united wall of doom.

His sister only smiled, parasol twirling lazily. "Oh my. How frightening. Do you mean to attack me?"

Drakana roared. "YES!"

Lilia stepped forward. "We will not allow you to claim him."

Velveria’s shadows writhed. "He is already ours."

Seraphina lifted her staff. "By the authority of heaven—"

Rosette simply whispered. "Die."

Emilia yawned. "...Ara. Ara. I suppose I’ll play along."

Rei flailed desperately. "WAIT! No fighting! No explosions! And absolutely no cursed rituals!"

[Now you have officially lost all authority.]

His sister looked at the brides, her expression soft, elegant, terrifying. "You poor things. You’ve mistaken yourselves for contenders."

The temperature dropped again. The ground cracked. Nobles and demons fled screaming.

She stepped closer, her voice still gentle. "You’re not rivals. You’re obstacles. And I always remove obstacles."

[System Warning: Final Boss Yandere Dialogue Triggered.]

[At Least She’s Polite About Murder.]

The air was thick with killing intent. The Anti-Sister Alliance prepared to strike, though none trusted the others to hold formation. Rei dangled between them all, his expression the dictionary definition of despair.

"Why is this my life...?" he whimpered.

[System Notification: Main Event Activated – "Alliance of Desperation vs. Final Boss Sister."]

[Warning: Outcome Probability – No Survivors.]

[Good Luck, You’ll Need Reincarnation Again.]

The stage was set. Sister’s smile gleamed. The brides’ powers shook the ruins. And Rei?

He screamed into the ashes, muffled by his sister’s parasol. Before a single spell or claw was thrown, the atmosphere itself began to collapse.

The ruined courtyard cracked further, runes flared unbidden, and the academy’s last standing bell tower crumbled into dust—simply because the yandere pressure in the air was too much for stone to bear.

Merchants screamed and carted away their betting stalls. Nobles fainted in synchronized waves. Even the peanut-selling demons bolted, muttering, "Not worth it, not worth it, nothing’s worth it."

Rei dangled helplessly from his sister’s grip. "STOP IT! You’re destroying what’s left of civilization! Think of the libraries!"

[System Correction: Libraries Already Destroyed.]

[Prioritize Your Survival Instead Of Paper.]

His sister tilted her head, stroking Rei’s hair in a way that made the brides’ auras spike like unstable bombs.

"I’ll be fair," she said sweetly. "I don’t despise them. They amuse me. Toys are useful, after all. But once toys break..."

Her voice softened further, like lullabies whispered in the dark. "...I’ll retire them kindly. I promise, you won’t even have to watch."

The brides reacted in unison:

Lilia’s halo flared like a second sun.

Velveria’s shadows erupted into a writhing serpent.

Drakana’s claws scorched the ground black.

Seraphina’s staff sang with ancient hymns of judgment.

Rosette’s blades hovered like orbiting moons.

Emilia’s teacup gleamed sharper than diamond.

Rei shrieked. "NOBODY RETIRE ANYBODY! THIS ISN’T A JOB CONTRACT!"

[System Alert: Threat Level Exceeded Measurable Scale.]

[Congratulations, You’ve Reached ’Domestic Apocalypse.’]

The so-called Anti-Sister Alliance tightened their formation, but already the cracks showed.

"I will lead the attack," Lilia declared. "My holy light will banish her."

Velveria sneered. "Your light will do nothing. Shadows will consume her elegance."

"NO—FLAMES FIRST!" Drakana roared. "I WILL TURN HER INTO BARBECUE!"

Seraphina adjusted her glasses mid-incantation. "Amateurs. Allow an actual scholar to dismantle her aura—"

Rosette’s knives twitched menacingly at everyone.

Emilia exhaled. "Ara. Ara. How troublesome. We can’t even agree who kills her first."

[System Update: Anti-Sister Alliance Trust Level Reduced To -999.]

[This Isn’t An Alliance. This Is A Time Bomb.]

Rei tried waving his arms. "WAIT! Can’t we all just—"

His sister gently placed a finger to his lips. "Shh. You’ll tire yourself, little husband."

Rei made the sound of a drowning goose.

The courtyard became a storm of clashing auras. Holy radiance against suffocating shadows, firestorms against celestial runes, tea-scented serenity against razor knives.

Yet Rei’s sister stood untouched in the center, parasol resting against her shoulder, smiling serenely.

The earth split. The heavens trembled. Reality itself seemed ready to pack its bags and leave.

[System Warning: Catastrophic Event Imminent.]

[System Prediction: 100% Chance Of Explosions, 0% Chance Of Rei’s Happiness.]

Rei screamed over the chaos: "WHY DOES EVERY PROBLEM IN MY LIFE END WITH THE WORLD BLOWING UP?!"

But no answer came—only killing intent sharpened to its peak.

The moment before detonation stretched like eternity. The Anti-Sister Alliance raised their weapons, spells, claws, and teacups. His sister adjusted her parasol, her sweet smile never faltering.

And Rei, dragged along like a ragdoll between forces too insane for mortal comprehension, whispered the only prayer left in his heart:

"...Please. Goddess. Patch this storyline out."

[System Response: Request Denied.]

[Enjoy Your Front-Row Seat To Armageddon.]

The ground shook. The battle to decide Rei’s fate—and possibly the fate of all sanity—was about to begin.

To be continued...