Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

The pain of a laser cutting through half his body was a faint memory. The pain of fierce underworld energy restoring his body after the laser removed half of it was nostalgic.

Nothing could compare to the pain of the anti-underworld energy potion making contact with his body and entering it like a spring breeze after a cold winter. Without caring about the obstruction of his clothes, skin, muscles, and skeleton, the potion instantly flooded him.

Less than a fraction of a second later, the potion did what it was made to do. It drove away the underworld energy. It extinguished and erased the underworld energy's presence from Mursoth's body.

It was just that Mursoth's body was made of underworld energy.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He was a physical being. He was made of blood and flesh, just like a monster or a human. But the tiny building blocks that his blood and flesh consisted of were glued together with and by underworld energy.

The blood flowing through his veins was not entirely dissimilar from liquid underworld energy. It wasn't the same, but it wasn't very different. His muscles were built with underworld energy. The fibers were entwined with underworld energy like braids.

The potion did not touch Mursoth's blood and flesh. It touched the underworld energy connected to his blood and flesh.

And it didn't just touch it. It grabbed it and ripped it away with the immutable force of a chemical reaction.

Like a seed sprouting in stone and cracking the stone, the potion did not let Mursoth's body even try to resist. The bond between the underworld energy and Mursoth's blood and flesh was severed and torn asunder by the domineering potion.

To Mursoth, it was like the potion was tearing apart every single part of him at once and shredding his insides and skin. His insides boiled and screamed. It was a pain that couldn't compare to the laser or the underworld energy restoring his body.

His blood and flesh was as perfectly mixed with the underworld energy as it could be. Naturally, his skin and skeleton was the same. Naturally, his nerves were the same.

The thousands upon thousands of endlessly thin threads and strands spread out over all of Mursoth's body that transmitted sensations like touch and heat to his brain and signals from his brain to his limbs all were part underworld energy.

When the potion drove the underworld energy out of Mursoth's body, it didn't grant his nervous system any mercy. Parts of it broke down directly. All of it fired signals as hard and fast as it could.

Mursoth's brain practically lit up with all the damage to his nervous system.

The pain alone of complete annihilation on a fundamental level was enough to kill an ordinary person.

Unfortunately, Mursoth wasn't an ordinary person. Despite everything, he was a Named. He didn't die that easily.

Continuously letting out beastly howls, Mursoth suffered for thirty long seconds before his throat was too ruined to let out more than pitiful wheezing.

Eventually, even those stopped.

Mursoth was dead. His body—or what remained of it—was a nasty puddle of putrid, liquid flesh, and pieces of bone on the ground.

His end had been horrible. The spectators to his end weren't impressed by it. They were disgusted and horrified.

"..."

The students and familiars looked at what remained of Mursoth in stunned and awkward silence.

They had carried out one of Violina's plans, one she dubbed M, to be exact. It was a strategy to herd and ambush a strong target. It hadn't necessarily been designed for Mursoth, but he was a strong target. He wasn't the best one, though, since he was quick and light on his feet. He could have dodged the lasers.

But Zach risked his health to stop him, so that didn't happen. But it was still a result beyond their expectations.

Ever since they first saw Mursoth leaping out of the city that time before the break, the students had anxiously carried his face in the backs of their minds. He had been a looming threat to them and the citizens. They had constantly worried that Mursoth would lead the Underworld in an attack or attack them by himself when they least expected it.

Now, he was a puddle on the ground.

A Named underworlder, someone who should be at the top of the Underworld's hierarchy, had died. Just like that.

Zach leaned against Yanael.

It wasn't 'just' like that. But it had been surprisingly easy.

"...I knew he was weak," Zach commented disdainfully while letting Yanael wipe away the blood on his chin.

The others turned to Zach, confusion and doubt in their eyes. Mursoth was weak? Was that why he was in such a poor state? Was that why they had used everything they had to reduce him to a state where he couldn't dodge the potion?

The others' feelings were clearly expressed in their looks and faces. They didn't need to say anything for Zach to know what they felt.

"The Named are the Underworld's top fighting force. This guy was a tool. He was weak and stupid. He made like six mistakes in just a couple of minutes. If it had been Jigak, that puddle right there would be us." Zach pointed at the puddle while looking the others in their eyes to make sure they knew he was serious.

They could not let this get to their heads.

It hadn't been the cleanest fight on their end, either, even if they had managed to defeat a Named.

Zach had wasted a lot of stamina on blocking the underworld energy. Since they were worried about Mursoth escaping, Yanael and Soara hadn't been allowed free reins. That had led to Zach incurring worse internal injuries than necessary.

And if it weren't for Soara's presence dominating most of Mursoth's senses, he would have noticed the ambush ahead of time, even if Nessa hid everyone with her third contract skill. He would have either noticed the mounting heat of the lasers or the ice wall or the students and their familiars.

If Mursoth had been a better fighter, he would have, at the very least, survived. If he had been a good fighter, he could have killed them, either some or most of them.

Another Named would have.