SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Chapter 632: The World Is Trying To Kill Me!

The moment the clock struck twelve, everyone braced themselves.

Some threw their hands over their heads as if shielding themselves from falling debris.

Others dove beneath the elegant tables, knocking over champagne and sending canapés scattering across the marble floor. .

Marcus himself looked around with terrified eyes.

He scanned every inch of his domain, searching for cracks, for weaknesses, for any sign that Mika’s threats were about to come true.

But…nothing happened.

No explosions. No reality-shattering cracks. No horde of vengeful shadows pouring through the sky.

The garden remained exactly as it had been—glittering lights, elegant decorations, restrained prisoners on their sacrificial tables.

The only sound was the nervous breathing of a hundred and fifty terrified guests.

And then, slowly, the tension began to break.

“I knew it.” Marcus breathed, his voice trembling with relief. “I knew it. That little bastard was lying. He was bluffing the entire time!”

His laughter started low and built quickly.

“I can’t believe I actually fell for it! I can’t believe any of us fell for it!”

He spun around, addressing his guests with outstretched arms.

“He’s just a child! A broken, pathetic child strapped to a cross! What could he possibly do? NOTHING! Absolutely nothing!”

The guests began to emerge from their hiding places, their expressions shifting from terror to embarrassment to anger.

“That little shit!” A noblewoman muttered, straightening her gown. “He had me genuinely frightened!”

“I dropped my champagne.” Another complained. “This suit is ruined.”

“Someone should teach that brat a lesson about—”

Poof!

The noblewoman who had been speaking vanished mid-sentence.

She didn’t explode.

She didn’t dissolve.

She simply…disappeared.

Silence fell over the garden like a funeral shroud.

“What…What just happened?” Someone whispered.

“Where did Lady Ashford go?”

“Did she—did she just—”

Poof!

Another guest vanished. A businessman this time, one of the ones who had spent hours discussing torture techniques with Mika as if they were discussing stock options.

He had been reaching for a fresh glass of wine when he simply ceased to exist.

“What’s happening?!” The wife screamed. “Where’s my wife?! WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?!”

Poof!

The wife vanished too.

And then the real panic began.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

One after another, the guests began to disappear.

Not all at once, but in a steady, relentless rhythm—like water dripping from a leaking faucet. Each disappearance was accompanied by screams.

“NO! NO, PLEASE! I DON’T WANT TO GO!”

“Marcus! MARCUS, DO SOMETHING!”

“YOU PROMISED US IT WAS SAFE! YOU PROMISED!”

But Marcus could do nothing. He stood frozen, his face pale as death, watching as the guests he had brought to his domain were systematically pulled out of it.

He tried to use his blessing, but nothing worked

‘It’s not me.’ He realized. ‘It’s not me doing this! Something else is pulling them out! Something outside my domain is reaching in and—

He turned toward the cross.

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?!” He screamed, spinning toward Mika. “WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU BRAT?! How Are You Doing This?!”

Mika said nothing.

“ANSWER ME!” Marcus screamed. His voice cracked on the words, raw and desperate.

“How are you doing this?! My defenses are intact! My domain is secure! You haven’t touched anything—I would have felt it—so HOW?!”

Still, Mika did not answer. He just continued to watch as the guests vanished around him.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

—

The chaos was absolute.

The remaining guests had descended into utter panic. They ran in all directions—toward the mansion, toward the forest, toward anywhere that might offer escape.

But no matter where they fled, no matter how far they ran, the disappearances continued.

Poof!

A nobleman vanished while trying to climb over the garden wall.

Poof!

A celebrity vanished while hiding beneath one of the buffet tables.

Poof!

A senator vanished while screaming into the night sky.

From over a hundred and fifty guests, the number had dwindled to barely a dozen.

Marcus spun toward Charlotte, who still stood at the foot of the cross, her eyes wide with confusion and desperate hope.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

He lunged toward her, reaching for her hair, her collar, anything he could grab—

But his hands passed through her like smoke.

“DAMN IT!” Marcus howled. “DAMN IT ALL!”

Amanda grabbed his arm, her nails digging into his sleeve.

“Marcus! What the hell is going on?! Explain it to me right now! You told me this place was safe! You promised me! You swore on everything that nothing could touch us here—so what is this?!”

“I don’t know!” Marcus shouted, yanking his arm away. “I don’t know, you whore! Leave me alone”

Amanda’s eyes went wide. Her fear transformed, in an instant, to fury.

“Whore!?” She repeated, her voice dropping to something cold and sharp. “Whore!? How dare you call me that, you absolute bastard—I gave you everything! I helped you build this! I brought you half your guests!”

“And you stand there and call me a whore?!”

“If you hadn’t interrupted my work with your stupid theatrics, maybe I would have noticed something was wrong!”

Marcus spat back. “Maybe if you’d let me focus instead of demanding attention like some needy little—”

Poof!

She vanished too.

Marcus stared at the empty space where she had been standing. His hands, which had been gripping her arms moments ago, now clutched nothing but air.

“Amanda?” His voice was barely a whisper. “Amanda, where are you?…Where did you go?”

He spun around, searching for her, as if she might materialize from the shadows.

“AMANDA!”

But Amanda was gone.

Like all the others, she had been pulled from the dream realm.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The remaining guests disappeared one after another.

And then, suddenly, there was silence.

—

Charlotte stood frozen beside the cross, her eyes wide with shock.

The garden, which had been filled with the laughter and chatter of a hundred and fifty monsters just minutes ago, was now empty.

The tables remained—the food, the drinks, the instruments of torture—but the guests were gone.

Of course, the prisoners remained. They were still bound to their tables.

But the terror in their eyes had shifted—from fear of their captors to confusion about what had just happened.

They didn’t understand what was going on any more than Charlotte did.

And standing at the center of the garden, his white suit disheveled and his golden eyes hollow with despair, was Marcus.

His carefully constructed world had crumbled around him, and he didn’t even understand why.

His domain was intact—he could feel it.

His power was undiminished—he could sense it.

And yet, somehow, everything had been taken from him.

Finally, with a voice that cracked with desperation, he spoke.

“..How?”

The word hung in the air, heavy with defeat.

“How did you do it?!”

His eyes found Mika, and there was something in them that Charlotte had never seen before—genuine, uncomprehending terror.

“How did you pull all those people out of my domain?! How did you break through my defenses?! I checked everything. EVERYTHING!”

“There was no weakness. No vulnerability. No way for anyone to interfere from the outside. SO HOW?!”

Mika was silent for a long moment. Then, slowly, a chuckle escaped his ruined lips.

“Honestly, Marcus, you don’t deserve to know. You should die without ever understanding what happened to you.”

“It would be a fitting punishment for someone who thought he was the god of his own little world.”

He paused, tilting his head.

“But I’m rather bored up here, and I suppose I can spare a few minutes to explain before your time runs out.”

Charlotte looked up at him, her heart pounding.

She wanted answers too and understand how Mika had somehow orchestrated all of this.

Mika cleared his throat or tried to, given the state of his throat and fixed Marcus with a mocking gaze.

“The truth is, Marcus…I never managed to break out of your domain at all.”

Marcus gasped. Charlotte’s breath hitched in utter confusion.

He didn’t break out?! But then how—

“From the very first moment I entered this mental realm, I already realized what kind of space it was.”

Mika continued smoothly.

“It’s an absolute lock. Once a soul enters, they cannot leave of their own volition.”

“And seeing how masterfully you constructed it…I truly have to applaud you, Marcus. If my hands weren’t currently nailed to a piece of wood, I’d give you a standing ovation.”

He tilted his head, regarding Marcus with something that might have been respect.

“You truly deserve to carry the moniker of an SS-Class blessed. You pushed your blessing to its absolute limit and actually managed to stump me.”

“But of course…” He rolled his eyes—or would have, if he still had eyelids. “…if I’d been given a couple of months to study mental blessings and how to replicate them, I might have been able to break through your domain on my own.”

“Unfortunately, I haven’t really delved into that field yet. So even if I’d waited a year or more, I don’t think I could have escaped through my own power.”

“Then how?!” Marcus screamed, his voice cracking with desperation. “How did you do it?! Look at the party—it was so boisterous a moment ago, and now it’s empty! Look at what you’ve done!”

“How can you say you didn’t do anything when you caused all of this?!”

Mika watched Marcus’s frantic expression with undisguised pleasure. The man’s hair was completely disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, his breathing ragged. He looked like a man whose entire world had just collapsed around him.

“There isn’t much time left before you yourself are completely dragged out.” Mika said, and the words made Marcus go rigid. “So let’s keep this short.”

“Dragged…out?” Marcus whispered.

He had assumed that he would be spared. That this was his domain, his world, and that whatever force was collecting his guests could not touch him.

But Mika’s smile said otherwise.

“Since I already figured out I wouldn’t be able to break out of your domain.” Mika continued. “I decided to go another way around it. Instead of trying to escape my consciousness…”

“…I decided to send a message to the outside world.”

Marcus stared in absolute disbelief.

“That’s impossible! THAT IS FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!”

“How could you send a message outside?! I maintained a absolute spatial lock over this entire realm! I would have known the instant a single thread of mana tried to breach the perimeter!”

Charlotte, too, was staring up at Mika with wide eyes.

“How did you do it, Mika?” She asked, her voice trembling with equal parts confusion and hope. “How could you possibly send a message to the outside world from a place like this?”

She let out a small, nervous laugh. “It’s not like you brought your phone with you…right?”

Mika’s lipless mouth curved into something that might have been a grin. “Honestly, I should have. It would’ve made things so much easier.”

Then his expression sobered.

“The truth is from the very first moment I saw you moving in your bed, Charlotte, thrashing around and seeming to have a nightmare, I knew that something really bad was going on.”

Charlotte’s breath caught. She had not expected him to start there.

“In recent years.” Mika murmured, his tone growing heavy. “Two specific tragic incidents occurred in my life that pushed me to the absolute brink of despair.”

Charlotte’s heart ached. She knew instantly what he meant—the horrific tragedies involving Anya and Astrid.

“The first time it happened.” Mika said, his non-existent eyebrows furrowing. “I thought it was just a cruel coincidence. I buried the pain and moved on, assuming life was just occasionally unfair. But then…the second incident happened.”

He tilted his head toward the dark sky.

“During that ordeal, while I was trapped in that cave with Anya…I didn’t think too deeply about the broader picture. I just assumed I was remarkably unlucky, cursed to be placed in unfortunate circumstances over and over again.”

He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice had hardened.

“But after it was all over, when I finally had time to sit down, analyze the timeline, and break down how every single event unfolded…I realized something very, very wrong was happening.”

Mika brought his charred face closer to Marcus.

“I realized…it was as if the world itself was deliberately orchestrating events against me.”

Charlotte’s eyes trembled. But Marcus let out a short, incredulous bark of laughter.

“The world?!” He sneered. “The world is against you? What absolute nonsense! Who do you think you are? Some kind of cosmic protagonist?!”

“Stop spinning stupid stories, you brat! If you don’t want to tell me the truth, just say so! Don’t waste my time with paranoid delusions about—”

Mika ignored him completely. His eyeless gaze remained fixed on Charlotte, who was listening with a look of deep concern on her face.

“It was as if the world wanted to see me suffer. To see me despair. To push me through the most horrible pain imaginable.”

He let out a bitter laugh.

“So from that moment on, I was on guard. I watched everything I did. I tread carefully. I made sure not to walk into any obvious traps.”

“And for a while, everything seemed normal. I thought I had outsmarted it. I thought I had beaten whatever force was trying to destroy me.”

His voice dropped.

“And then I found you lying on your bed, completely unresponsive. Trapped in a nightmare you couldn’t wake from.”

Charlotte’s hands were trembling.

“The moment I saw you like that—so distressed, so helpless—my instincts screamed at me. They told me this was another trap. Another one of the world’s cruel games.”

“And if I got involved, if I tried to save you, something horrible would happen to me.”

He sighed and when he spoke again, his voice was almost gentle.

“But then a second instinct rose up. One that told me that if I walked away and left you—you would die. Right there. On that bed. And I would have to live with that forever.”

Charlotte gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

“So I was put to a decision, once again, completely against my will.”

He said, a quiet, melancholic smile gracing his blackened lips.

“Protect myself and let Charlotte perish, or dive headfirst into a trap I knew I couldn’t easily escape.”

“But…it didn’t take me long to make a choice.”

He looked down at her warmly.

“I chose to save you.”

Tears spilled over Charlotte’s cheeks. “Mika…”

“They really set me up good, though.”

Mika rolled his empty sockets toward the sky, letting out a sharp, irritated sigh.

“Whoever or whatever is pulling the strings put me in a situation where I had no choice but to walk right into the slaughterhouse.”

“The funniest part?” He chuckled, a dry, rueful sound. “I couldn’t even time to contact the Battle Angels for help! The spatial link between the physical world and the mental realm was snapping shut in real-time.”

“And to make matters worse, the Battle Angels were completely unavailable—turned out they were pulled away to handle some sudden, high-level emergency in the middle of the night, rendering all communications useless.”

He met Charlotte’s eyes.

“It was almost as if someone had arranged everything perfectly to leave me with no options and no backup.”

Charlotte’s mind reeled.

When Mika had first mentioned forces working against him, she had been skeptical. It seemed too convenient, too much like paranoia.

But now, hearing him lay it all out, the pieces fit together with terrifying precision. The timing. The unavailability. The impossible choice.

Someone or something really was trying to destroy him.

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