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Even If I’m Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem

Book 6: Chapter 11: Suppress

“Well now, this is the end.”

Monstrous divine power condensed into a radiant Sword of Divine Judgment, one capable of cutting all that stood in its path. Without hesitation, it descended mercilessly toward the already dying Greenie.

Greenie struggled to curl her body into a defensive coil, but faced with Three’s relentless advance, she had no choice but to raise her tail to meet the sword. The massive tail, capable of crushing mountains, proved useless against the divine sword.

The sword wasn’t merely a weapon; it embodied the very order of the laws, cutting not the flesh, but the “concept of continuity” itself.

Like a hot knife through butter, the divine sword carved through the formidable body that Greenie had once taken such pride in—breaking her scales, tearing through flesh, and severing her bones.

Her enormous tail, measuring a third of her body’s length, was cleaved away in a single, merciless stroke. Blood gushed forth in torrents, cascading down like a crimson rainstorm that soaked the jungle in scarlet.

Greenie could no longer muster even a cry of pain. Her eyes dimmed with helplessness, her body curling in silent agony, every breath a struggle against overwhelming pain.

“I shall free you now.”

Three raised the Sword of Divine Judgment once more, this time aiming directly for Greenie’s head.

As the sword began its descent, Three’s pupils suddenly contracted. A shiver ran through her, as if she sensed a ravenous beast lurking behind her. Without a moment’s thought, the sword reversed its direction, slashing at the unseen threat.

“Who’s there?!”

Three spun around… but there was nothing. The Sword of Divine Judgment buried itself into a coffin-shaped mountain, carving a deep crack into its surface. But apart from Greenie and the two girls nearby, Three’s divine sense detected no other presence.

“Strange… Was that my imagination?” She frowned in confusion. Yet just as she was about to finish what she had started, a realization struck her. “No. How could a demigod be imagining things?”

At her level, Myre’s innate ability—Absolute Intuition—had all but lost its efficacy. The authority domain possessed countless ways to prevent precognition. However, in its place, Three had gained a terrifying divine sense, one capable of covering this entire small world.

Under its scrutiny, no disguise could escape detection.

It was impossible for her to ‘imagine’ things… unless the opponent was a demigod as well.

Three looked toward the coffin-shaped mountain and sneered. “My Sword of Divine Judgment left only a crack on it? How absurd!” She struck again. The Sword of Divine Judgment, which even Greenie could not withstand, left only another crack on Mount Coffin.

But at that moment, the entire small world suddenly trembled.

Rocks and soil slid from the coffin-shaped mountain as it shook violently. Erica, hiding at the mountain’s base, quickly fled to the edge of the island with Lilith in her arms.

Three finally saw the mountain’s true form—it wasn’t a coffin-shaped mountain, but an enormous coffin!

It was black with a red accent, made of unknown material. The lid of the coffin was etched with intricate golden patterns, glowing faintly as streams of light flowed through them.

It was clear now that the rocky surface was no more than a layer of dust accumulated over countless ages.

Standing before the coffin, Three felt an unexpected wave of pressure, as though some unfathomable being lay dormant within.

“Is another demigod sealed inside this coffin…?” Three murmured before her lips curved into a sneer. At this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if more otherworldly beings emerged before her.

What truly confounded her was why so many beings would choose to side with that devil capable of destroying the world. Did they not understand the catastrophic consequences of unleashing it?

“Or… has the truth been deliberately hidden from them?” Three whispered to herself, her mind racing. That was the only plausible explanation she could come up with.

Just as she was lost in her own thoughts, the coffin silently cracked open at one corner. Without warning, a massive, pure white hand emerged from the darkness within. It ignored the distance between them, reaching directly for her.

Three moved to dodge, but to her shock, she discovered that the space around her had been completely sealed at some point. Like a moth caught in a spider’s web, she couldn’t move at all.

“It’s only just awakened, yet it’s so strong!” For the first time, a flicker of astonishment crossed Three’s stoic face.

Given her original realm controlling this body, she should have been able to crush any demigod-level beings with ease. Yet, in this single instant, her pride was shaken.

“Break free!” Three roared, her voice echoing as divine power surged around her like a tidal wave, straining against the hand holding her in place.

The massive, pure white hand tightened around her body, denying her any chance to break free.

At the same time, golden runes appeared around Three, glowing with dazzling brilliance. They transformed into countless smaller golden swords, their razor-sharp tips aimed directly at her immobilized form.

Three’s face paled in shock.

“Demigod artifacts…! That many?!”

These golden swords were complete demigod artifacts, not mere fragments integrated into a weapon or weakened components. Every single sword radiated heaven and earth-shattering power, yet they had been unified to create an extravagant formation.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Isn’t it said that one can only possess a single demigod artifact as a companion?” For the first time, Three’s understanding of reality was shaken to its core. She had climbed her way up from nothing, earning every step with grit and determination. Her master had always warned her that greed was a fatal flaw.

To walk the path of martial cultivation, one had to free oneself of such distractions, as they would only lead to destruction. Weapons followed the same principle. A person could choose to cultivate either battle qi to become a martial artist or magic power to become a mage.

They could only bind themselves to a single original weapon, and with each transcendence of realms, their weapon would undergo profound transformations as well.

This was why sacred artifacts eventually gained artifact spirits—sentient entities that became their owner’s closest partners, integral to their growth and strength. Yet before Three’s eyes, there were so many demigod artifacts… Each sword emitted a faint spiritual glow that revealed the presence of flawless artifact spirits.

How could their owner handle so many of them? Wouldn’t the artifact spirits clash with one another out of jealousy before even facing an opponent?

The smaller golden swords buzzed in unison, their resonance forming a powerful formation that trapped her completely. It appeared that these golden swords were harmonizing flawlessly.

“Tsk.” Three clicked her tongue, knowing that the situation was looking pretty grim for her.

Unable to move her body, she bit the tip of her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Go,” Three murmured.

The crimson droplets coalesced in midair, transforming into a small snake that darted through the sword formation with lightning speed.

Several golden swords shifted to intercept the blood snake, trying to nail it down, but the snake vanished without a trace.

The pure white hand suddenly moved and pointed at Three with its finger. For a brief moment, Three felt the binding force around her vanish. But before she could move, the golden swords responded to an unseen command.

In an instant, they dissolved into countless golden threads and pierced through her body.

“Damn it! Even in a borrowed body… this hurts like hell!” Three hissed.

Blood drenched her figure as she staggered under the assault. The divine power that usually protected her was utterly ineffective against the golden threads. It merely prevented her from being torn apart instantly.