Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683: No Longer Innocent

Calypso blinked. "Ah. I didn’t think that through."

"The axe, darling," Nyx noted.

"I’ll get it back!"

"... No need," The Space Valkyrie sighed and pulled it back for her overly energetic friend.

Alice’s beam was the last to fall, and it fell like judgment. The golden light of Radiant Devastation lanced down from the dark halo above Kaiden’s head and struck the center of the basin, sweeping left in a controlled arc that carved through Slashers, rubble, and the trailing edge of Chinedu’s reformed barrier. The S-tier spearman threw himself clear as the beam sheared through the space he’d occupied a heartbeat earlier, golden fire scorching the stone where his boots had been.

The sweep caught one of his fighters who didn’t move fast enough. The beam hit the man’s already ruined armor from Kaiden’s attack and punched right through. He dropped and didn’t get up.

The first kill.

Many humans were hit, but these were strong awakened fighters equipped in high-tier armor. Their guilds had invested far too much in them to send them out unprotected.

Ash managed to raise his head. Blood in his eyes, blood in his mouth, ribs grinding against each other with every breath. His camera drone still hovered beside him, broadcasting everything, and through the pain and the confusion he looked up at the ridge where Kaiden Grey stood silhouetted against the sky.

"You..." Ash coughed blood. "You psycho... this is... the Association will..."

Chinedu’s voice cut across the basin, sharp and commanding, the easy warmth stripped away entirely. "Illegal engagement! Deliberate friendly fire on registered combatants! You are in violation of Association combat regulations!"

Kaiden didn’t even look at him. He was already charging the next volley, sigils spiraling into existence around his forearm, the same violet and black rings locking into place with mechanical precision.

"ALL UNITS, MOVE TOWARD THE RIDGE!" Chinedu roared. "GET OUT OF THE BASIN! CLIMB!"

The surviving fighters broke. Ash was barely conscious against his boulder. Brittany and Stacy staggered upright, helped by Trisha. They ran for the ridge wall, for the rocks, for anything that led upward to where Kaiden and co stood in safety and away from the killing floor.

The Slashers chased them.

Twenty-odd monsters still alive in the basin, and the moment the humans broke formation and ran, every predatory instinct in those chitin-plated skulls fired at once. Pack hunters chased fleeing prey. That was the rule. That was the only rule they understood.

Chinedu’s fighters scrambled up the rocks with the desperation of people who’d just learned what it felt like to be on the wrong end of a coordinated assault. Hands grabbing stone, boots slipping, hauling each other upward while the Slashers swarmed at the base. One fighter fell behind. Two Slashers hit him simultaneously, forelimbs shearing through his back armor and into the flesh beneath.

Another went down when a Slasher leaped and caught his ankle, dragging him off the rock face. He hit the basin floor and three more were on him before his squad could turn around.

Two dead to monsters. One dead to Alice. Three critically wounded. The mathematics of a massacre, tallied in real time by every viewer watching through Kaiden Grey’s eyes.

Chinedu reached the rocks first, hauling himself up with one arm while his spear hand drove downward into a Slasher that had climbed after him. The creature fell. Two more took its place.

"GREY!" Chinedu’s voice tore through the basin. "CALL THIS OFF! THIS IS COLD-BLOODED MURDER!"

Kaiden looked down at him from the ridge.

His expression was perfectly calm, the clinical detachment of a man watching a problem solve itself.

"Really? But we’re trying to save you."

Chinedu’s fighters climbed. Rocks and desperation and bleeding hands, dragging themselves toward the ridge while monsters snapped at their heels and the man they were climbing toward watched with the warmth of a winter sun.

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