Space ruptured like flesh under a scalpel.
A jagged black-red wound tore open in the exact center of the floating council hall, vomiting Xia Rou into existence.
She landed barefoot on nothing, thirteen devil wings fully unfurled, each feather a screaming human face. The armor of damned souls had grown again: the five rapists now formed a breastplate of writhing, begging masks; the warden captain's heart still beat visibly in her left gauntlet like a grotesque trophy.
Across the void stood the Ten Sovereigns and twenty-three elders.
Silence for one heartbeat.
Then Zhao Xun smiled—slow, obscene, delighted.
He stepped forward, silk robe sliding off his shoulders to pool on the void like liquid shadow.
"Well, well. The little burned cunt delivered herself gift-wrapped."
One of the elders—Second Elder Zhao Kui—frowned. "Xun, the formation isn't ready. Should we—"
Zhao Xun didn't even glance back. His voice dripped arrogant amusement.
"What the fuck can one devil-whore do? We are thirty-three. She is one. Watch me break her legs and drag her to the altar myself."
He took another step. The distance between them compressed like paper folding.
Xia Rou's eyes locked on him.
And something ancient, something older than language, ignited behind her inverted-cross pupils.
It wasn't rage.
It was recognition.
She *knew* him.
Not his name. Not his face.
She knew his *kind*.
The way his gaze crawled over her body like hands.
The way his lips curled at the sight of her scars.
The way his cock was already half-hard under the robe just from looking at her ruined, furious form.
He was every man who had ever held her down.
Every laugh while they tore her open.
Every match lit while she screamed.
He was the living embodiment of that night.
Hatred—boundless, bottomless, *cosmic*—rose in her throat like black bile.
She didn't speak.
She simply *moved*.
One vs One – The Death of Zhao Xun
The first clash happened faster than thought.
Xia Rou crossed the void in a single wingbeat.
[Original Sin: Rape Echo – Reversal]
Every thrust, every violation, every scream from the fifty-one virgins he had harvested detonated inside Zhao Xun's body all at once.
He staggered, eyes widening as phantom hands forced his own legs apart, phantom cocks—his own size, his own cruelty—slammed into him from every angle. He felt hymens tear inside his soul, felt the burn of stolen virginity reversed and driven into his every orifice.
But he was SSS. He laughed through the blood spraying from his mouth.
"Interesting trick—now feel the original!"
[Twin Harvester – Forced Reaping]
Invisible tendrils shot from his shadow, trying to latch onto her womb, to rip her essence out through climax.
They touched her armor—and the faces of his victims opened their mouths and *bit the tendrils off*.
Xia Rou was already on him.
She drove her clawed hand straight through his perfect abdomen, fingers closing around his spine.
Crunch.
She ripped it out in one pull—vertebrae strung like grotesque pearls.
Zhao Xun screamed, but the scream turned into laughter as his talent triggered emergency harvest from the pain itself.
His body began to regenerate, flesh knitting, cock hardening again in obscene defiance.
Xia Rou leaned in until their faces almost touched.
"You like virgins?" she whispered. "Here's fifty-one."
She *shoved* the spine into his mouth, down his throat, until the cervical vertebrae punched out the back of his neck.
Then she grabbed his cock—still erect from his talent's sick hunger—and *tore it off at the root*.
Blood fountained.
She held the severed organ in front of his eyes.
"Watch."
[Original Sin: Eternal Defilement]
The cock in her hand liquefied into black fire and burrowed back into the wound—burning, regrowing, burning again in an endless cycle. Every regeneration was raw, without skin, nerves exposed and screaming.
Zhao Xun thrashed, trying to trigger Reap Essence one last time.
Xia Rou kissed his forehead—gentle, almost loving.
And detonated the warden captain's heart inside his chest cavity.
His ribcage exploded outward in a flower of bone and meat.
She caught his still-beating heart, squeezed once, and crushed it to paste between her fingers.
Zhao Xun, the Virgin Reaper, died with his own cock burning eternally in his pelvis and his heart dripping from a devil's hand.
His body hit the void—dead. Truly, irreversibly dead.
One vs Nine – The Sovereigns Erupt
The remaining Nine Sovereigns did not mourn.
They *exploded*.
Killing intent solidified into a physical storm. The void sphere cracked. Captive galaxies winked out one by one.
Zhao Mei's poison nails lengthened into liquid swords.
Zhao Feng became a living thunderstorm.
Zhao Linglong's bone throne unfolded into a cathedral of screaming spines.
All nine lunged as one.
Xia Rou met them with a smile that belonged in hell.
The battle that followed was not a fight.
It was extinction.
- Zhao Feng's heavenly lightning struck first—ten thousand bolts that could glass a city.
Xia Rou opened her mouth and *ate* the storm, converting it into black fire that she vomited back as inverted crosses that pinned his shadow to the void and flayed him layer by layer.
- Zhao Mei's poison mist flooded the sphere.
Xia Rou inhaled, her lungs glowing green, then exhaled it as crystallized despair that shattered into needles inside Mei's bloodstream. The poison princess melted from the inside, screaming as her own venom liquefied her bones.
- Zhao Linglong's bone cathedral tried to impale her from every direction.
Xia Rou grabbed one spine, *pulled*, and unraveled the entire throne into a whip of living bone that she used to behead Linglong with her own weapon.
- Zhao Wuyin's silence domain swallowed all sound.
Xia Rou screamed—and the scream had physical weight, shattering the silence into shards that sliced Wuyin's hooded face into ribbons, revealing nothing underneath but more darkness that began to bleed light.
One by one they fell—brutal, intimate, personal.
Zhao Xue's blood mirrors reflected Xia Rou's own rape back at her a thousandfold.
She stepped *into* the reflection, embraced her own screaming child-self, and shattered every mirror with a hug. The backlash turned Xue into a statue of mirrored blood that cracked and bled forever.
Zhao Hen unleashed every grudge he had ever stored.
Xia Rou welcomed them, absorbed them, added them to her own. Then she carved her name into his chest with his own burning scars and kicked him into the void where his grudges ate him alive from the inside.
By the time the ninth body hit the void, the council chamber was a slaughterhouse of SSS-rank corpses.
The twenty-three elders were already chanting, the Nine Blood Lock Array forming—crimson chains thick as mountains rising from the void, reaching for her soul.
Xia Rou stood in the center, bathed in blood both fresh and ancient, wings tattered but unbroken.
She looked almost peaceful.
The first chain touched her ankle.
Zhou Ling Descends
Reality *tore*.
Not a rift. A *wound*.
Zhou Ling stepped through in her full primordial glory—thirteen wings now the size of continents, each feather an entire screaming infernal plane. Her presence alone aged the elders a thousand years in a heartbeat.
She didn't speak.
She simply wrapped one wing around Xia Rou like a mother embracing a wounded child.
The Nine Blood Lock chains shattered against the wing like glass against adamantine.
Zhou Ling looked at the surviving elders—fourteen now, nine dead with the Sovereigns—and her voice was the end of all things:
"You wanted to seal what is mine."
She gently lifted Xia Rou, whose eyes were already closing from exhaustion and blood loss.
"Try sealing hell itself."
Space folded.
They were gone.
Epilogue: Oath of Blood
The council chamber was silent except for the drip of SSS-rank blood on void.
Grand Elder Zhao Tian knelt in the ruins of his clan's future, hands trembling.
Twenty-three elders reduced to fourteen.
Ten Sovereigns reduced to zero.
He pressed his forehead to the cooling corpse of Zhao Xun and whispered the oath that bound every Zhao ancestor since the Cataclysm began:
"By the blood that birthed us…
By the abyss that shelters us…
By the Sovereign who sleeps in our heart…"
His voice rose until it shook the citadel to its foundations.
"This debt will be repaid in blood.
We will find the devil whore.
We will find the burned child.
We will breed them until hell itself drowns in Zhao seed.
Or we will drag every safe zone into the abyss with us."
In the deepest sealed vault, something ancient stirred in its crystal sarcophagus—Zhao Hu's original soul fragment.
A single crimson eye opened.
And smiled.
The war had only just begun.