Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Defeated to Herself

Eleanor was stunned to see her doppelgänger applying her Universal Comprehension to energy itself. The fight... if it could still be called that... devolved into a ruthless, one-sided dismantling. Every skill she possessed was used against her with a mastery she had never imagined. Her Electroreception failed entirely; the duplicate had no bio-electric field to read, only an unwavering, razor-sharp intent. Her Bloodlust Instinct screamed at her to retreat, yet her own Mental Lock, once a tool for focus had now become a snare, forcing her to stare into the eyes of a version of herself who was simply better.

She tried Static Flash to blind it. The doppelgänger’s Clarity Veil didn’t merely neutralise the burst... it seemed to swallow the light, its vision sharpening as if nourished by it.

In the end, bruised, exhausted, and bleeding from a dozen precisely measured, non-lethal strikes, Eleanor found herself sprawled on the cold floor, staring up at the domed ceiling. The doppelgänger stood above her without triumph, without malice... only with a calm, instructive stillness. It had never once drawn upon the all-or-nothing Soul-Stealing Phantom. There had been no need. It had defeated her using only the fundamentals, executed with such flawless precision that her own training suddenly felt crude by comparison.

Panting, vision wavering, Eleanor sensed the edge of unconsciousness creeping in. For the first time, she truly understood what others must have felt when facing her. This trial had created a doppelgänger who wielded her abilities at their absolute peak.

"Outsmarted and outperformed by my own doppelgänger..." was her last coherent thought before darkness overtook her.

In the next moment, Eleanor found herself inside the space capsule. She blinked several times, her eyes adjusting to the sterile light. She had returned to reality... back from the Tower of Legends.

The lid opened with a soft hiss, and she looked around. After those mind-splintering trials, the sight of the ordinary world was almost a relief. As she stepped out, the device on her wrist vibrated. Instinctively, she tapped it, and a holographic screen flickered to life before her.

[Notice]

Congratulations to Cadet Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor (10156659) for clearing level 25 of the Tower of Legends. You have been awarded 100 points.

Points added to inventory: 100

[Would you like to see the next message? Y/N]

The reward was the same as last time. Without hesitation, Eleanor replied, "Yes." Another screen appeared.

[Notice]

Congratulations to Cadet Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor (10156659) for clearing level 50 of the Tower of Legends. You have been awarded 1000 points.

Points added to inventory: 1000

[Would you like to see the next message? Y/N]

She accepted, and the next screen materialised.

[Notice]

Congratulations to Cadet Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor (10156659) for clearing level 75 of the Tower of Legends. You have been awarded 10000 points.

Points added to inventory: 10000

[Would you like to close the window? Y/N]

She closed the window without hesitation and surveyed the room. Two other capsules were occupied, two cadets still undergoing their trials. Not wishing to disturb anyone, she slowly opened the door and stepped out.

Birmingham had been chosen by the campaign team because it lay at the geographical and demographic heart of England, balanced neatly between North and South. It was a strategic choice that satisfied every narrative and political requirement: the perfect symbol of Chapman’s role as a unifier and bridge-builder. It targeted the most crucial swing region, while visually reinforcing the core message of a skilled, innovative, future-focused Kingdom.

His closing speech became an instant hit when he declared, "Here in Birmingham, the city that built the world, they told you your time was past. They were wrong. Just as they are wrong today when they say the Kingdom’s best days are behind her. We stand surrounded by the genius of our past, not to live in it, but to be inspired by it... to build a future that is just as bold! From the workshops of this great city to the tech hubs of Digbeth, we will put the talent of the Kingdom first. We will put our Kingdom First!"

He promised that the National Health Service would receive the most urgent intervention. No citizen, he vowed, would wait longer than eighteen weeks for specialist treatment... a direct strike at the swollen waiting lists that had come to symbolise national decline. This would be paired with the "Family Doctor Guarantee," a pledge that every person would secure a GP appointment within forty-eight hours, restoring the NHS’s front door to a point of access rather than frustration.

On the cost of living, his commitments were equally precise. He vowed to pass an Emergency Energy Security Bill within six months, establishing a permanent "Energy Price Shield" for the most vulnerable. Its funding mechanism was a matter of principle: a one-off windfall tax on the excess profits of energy companies. It was financial relief framed as an act of fairness.

For community safety, the pledge was visible and straightforward. Recruitment of 20,000 new police officers would begin immediately, with the first 5,000 on the streets within the first year... a direct response to the erosion of neighbourhood policing.

For the economy’s capillaries, he promised a "High Street Rescue Fund" for small businesses, launching from day one, offering rate relief and grants to stem the tide of closures and revive local entrepreneurship.

Beyond the immediate fixes, he laid out his long-term commitments for his premiership. The centrepiece was the National Infrastructure Corps. He pledged that before the end of his first term, the new body would be fully operational, employing 100,000 people and beginning work on two monumental projects: a new rail network and a nuclear power station. It was a promise to rebuild the very skeleton of the Kingdom.

His "Skills Revolution" came with clear numbers. By the end of the Parliament, he vowed to open 50 new Advanced Technical Academies, training 500,000 people for future industries in green energy, digital sectors, and advanced manufacturing. This was a pledge to re-engineer the nation’s human capital.

On energy, the goal was transformation at scale. His "Green Industrial Strategy" laid out a national mission: within five years, 100% of the Kingdom’s electricity would come from clean, secure, home-grown sources, setting the nation on a path to become a net energy exporter by 2035. It was a promise of strategic independence.

And lastly, he made a solemn commitment to the health of democracy itself. He would establish a permanent, independent Integrity and Ethics Commission and convene a constitutional convention to reform the House of Lords, creating a smaller, democratically accountable chamber. This was a pledge to restore trust in the system.

His speech was broadcast live across the nation. Alongside the party’s website, nearly every major television and radio network carried it. In the aftermath, his name shot to the top of Google’s trends and dominated social media. New hashtags emerged for each of his sector-specific promises. Reporters immediately sought expert commentary, asking whether such pledges were truly feasible for a prime minister and his party.