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Chapter 205 Shame · Oct 09, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 Never 2026-10-09
202 Chapter 202 Question 2026-10-09
203 Chapter 203 Tomorrow 2026-10-09
204 Chapter 204 Answer 2026-10-09
205 Chapter 205 Shame 2026-10-09
206 Chapter 206 Determination 2026-10-09
207 Chapter 207 Dream 2026-10-09
208 Chapter 208 Lorian Blackwood 2026-10-09
209 Chapter 209 Vaz 2026-10-09
210 Chapter 210 Boring 2026-10-09
211 Chapter 211 In 2026-10-09
212 Chapter 212 MMORPG-1 2026-10-09
213 Chapter 213 MMORPG-2 2026-10-09
214 Chapter 214 Rejected 2026-10-09
215 Chapter 215 Rank 1 2026-10-09
216 Chapter 216 Rumour 2026-10-09
217 Chapter 217 Cannon Fodder 2026-10-09
218 Chapter 218 Preparation for Annihilation 2026-10-09
219 Chapter 219 : Spy 2026-10-09
220 Chapter 220 : Kneel 2026-10-09
221 Chapter 221 : Trust 2026-10-09
222 Chapter 222 : Debuff 2026-10-09
223 Chapter 223 For Now 2026-10-09
224 Chapter 224 Humblebrag 2026-10-09
225 Chapter 225 Home 2026-10-09
226 Chapter 226 Unite 2026-10-09
227 Chapter 227 Weapon Training 2026-10-09
228 Chapter 228 Elemental Training-1 2026-10-09
229 Chapter 229 Elemental Training-2 2026-10-09
230 Chapter 230 Romulus 2026-10-09
231 Chapter 231 Motherly love 2026-10-09
232 Chapter 232 Meeting 2026-10-09
233 Chapter 233 Home Again 2026-10-09
234 Chapter 234 Show off 2026-10-09
235 Chapter 235 Left Out 2026-10-09
236 Chapter 236 Death 2026-10-09
237 Chapter 237 Enlightenment 2026-10-09
238 Chapter 238 Barren 2026-10-09
239 Chapter 239 Gaze 2026-10-09
240 Chapter 240 The Starborn Tournament 2026-10-09
241 Chapter 241 Fucked 2026-10-09
242 Chapter 242 Age 2026-10-09
243 Chapter 243 Ascension Mirage 2026-10-09
244 Chapter 244 Fakes 2026-10-09
245 Chapter 245 Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos 2026-10-09
246 Chapter 246 Lucian Darkheart 2026-10-09
247 Chapter 247 Five hundred meters 2026-10-09
248 Chapter 248 Unique abilities 2026-10-09
249 Chapter 249 Time 2026-10-09
250 Chapter 250 Son 2026-10-09

Chapter 205 Shame

Mitchelle stood amidst the quiet expanse of the Null Estateʼs ethereal gardens, her expression calm yet her mind a tempest of unrelenting fury.

Despite her composed exterior, her thoughts lingered on the insolence Alala, the vampire matron, had dared display her killing intent toward her son.

Anthony had emerged victorious in the bloodbath, his triumph untainted by sacrifice or compromise.

Yet Alala, blinded by grief and hubris, had dared release her killing intent against him, flouting all notions of restraint and honor.

Mitchelle closed her eyes, taking a measured breath.

Her innate affinity for magic rippled through the air as she invoked a subtle spell of clairvoyance.

The magic wrapped around her like an unseen mist, tethering itself to the faint remnants of Alalaʼs aura from the bloodbath.

The threads of power wove through the ether, pulling Mitchelleʼs awareness toward a distant stronghold veiled in shadow.

It was there that Alala brooded, the weight of her daughterʼs death fanning the flames of her anger into a roaring inferno.

Mitchelleʼs lips curved into a grim smile.

”So you thought your malice would go unanswered?”

She murmured, her voice carrying a steel edge.

Without hesitation, she lifted her hand and conjured a shimmering portal of iridescent light.

The air hummed with energy as she stepped through, vanishing from the gardens in an instant.

Mitchelle emerged in the heart of the Crimson Bastion, the ancestral home of Alala and her kin.

The towering, bloodstone spires of the fortress reached skyward, their surfaces glistening under the moonlight like fresh wounds.

The air reeked of copper and decay, a testament to the blood magic that permeated every corner of the stronghold.

Mitchelleʼs arrival did not go unnoticed.

The instant her presence materialized, the oppressive aura of Alala flared to life.

The vampire matron appeared in a flash, her scarlet eyes burning with wrath.

”So, the human decides to face me on my own grounds”

Alala sneered, her voice a venomous whisper that echoed through the chamber.

”Have you come to apologize for your wretched sonʼs crime, or are you here to meet the same end as your kind deserve?”

Mitchelleʼs gaze was unflinching.

”Your arrogance is as tiresome as your grief”

She replied, her tone laced with icy disdain.

”You dared to bare your fangs at my son, despite the contract binding you. I am here to ensure you never repeat that mistake”

Alalaʼs laugh was cold and mocking, but there was a tinge of unease hidden beneath it.

”You think you can intimidate me, human? Your kind are insects to us, mere tools for our amusement”

Mitchelleʼs only response was a flick of her wrist.

The air shimmered with energy, and a surge of elemental power erupted around her, a kaleidoscope of fire, lightning, water, and earth coalescing into a radiant aura.

”Elara wonʼt save you this time”

Mitchelle said softly, her voice carrying a chilling finality.

Alalaʼs expression twisted into one of fury as her aura darkened, and the room was enveloped in a crimson haze.

She extended her hands, and the blood in the air coalesced into jagged spears that launched toward Mitchelle with lethal precision.

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Mitchelle moved with graceful ease, weaving through the onslaught without breaking her stride.

A flick of her finger sent a wave of fire roaring forward, incinerating the blood spears in an instant.

Alalaʼs frustration mounted.

She drew on her blood magic to form an intricate array of symbols in the air, each pulsing with malevolent energy.

The ground beneath Mitchelleʼs feet cracked as shadowy tendrils burst forth, seeking to ensnare her.

Mitchelle smirked and snapped her fingers.

A surge of lightning erupted from the ground, obliterating the tendrils and leaving scorch marks in its wake.

The sheer power of the spell caused the chamber to quake, yet Mitchelle remained composed, her eyes fixed on Alala with an air of supreme confidence.

”Is that all you have”

Mitchelle asked, her voice dripping with mockery.

Alala snarled, her pride stung.

She unleashed a torrent of blood energy, forming a massive crimson dragon that roared as it charged toward Mitchelle.

The constructʼs sheer size and ferocity caused the walls of the fortress to tremble.

Mitchelle raised her hand, and a barrier of crystalline water formed in front of her, meeting the dragon head on.

The two forces collided with a deafening explosion, but as the smoke cleared, it was evident that the dragon had been reduced to nothingness.

”Youʼll need more than parlor tricks to face me”

Mitchelle said, her tone calm yet condescending.

Alalaʼs frustration reached its zenith.

She abandoned subtlety, channeling every ounce of her power into a single attack.

The blood in her veins surged unnaturally, her body glowing with a sinister crimson light as she prepared to unleash a devastating spell.

Mitchelle, however, was unfazed.

She raised her hand, and the room was filled with a blinding light as her elemental magic reached its peak.

A vortex of fire and lightning swirled around her, its intensity overwhelming.

Alala hesitated for a fraction of a second, her instincts screaming at her to retreat.

But her pride and rage refused to allow her to yield.

The two forces clashed, but it was over in an instant.

Mitchelleʼs magic obliterated Alalaʼs attack with contemptuous ease, the sheer power of the spell sending the vampire matron crashing to the ground.

Mitchelle stepped forward, her gaze cold and unyielding as she looked down at Alalaʼs battered form.

The vampire struggled to rise, her body trembling with pain and disbelief.

”How… how can you possess such power?”

Alala rasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mitchelleʼs expression softened into something resembling pity, though it was laced with disdain.

”You underestimated me, as you have always underestimated my kind. That was your first mistake”

Without another word, Mitchelle raised her hand, and a sphere of pure energy formed above her palm.

She released it, and Alalaʼs form was engulfed in a blinding light.

When the brilliance faded, there was nothing left of the vampire matron.

Mitchelle turned away, her expression unreadable.

”A shame”

She murmured to herself.

”She could have lived had she only known her place”

As Mitchelle departed from the Crimson Bastion, the fortress trembled and groaned, its very foundations weakened by the battle.

But she paid it no mind, her thoughts already returning to Anthony.

She had protected her son, as she always would.

And she had delivered a message to all who would dare threaten him: there were consequences for challenging the might of Mitchelle Null.

Although a mana contract bound Alala, restraining her from meddling in Anthonyʼs life, it did not imply that Mitchelle would idly stand by, allowing the affront to her son to go unchallenged.

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