Chapter 285: Storm Warning Signs (Part 5) 

The long-awaited grand finale had finally arrived.

The Mage King had yet to appear, but the civil war among the Heroes had already begun.

Samimi did not sleep in this time. She got up early in the morning and went to the bathhouse alone for a hot soak, washing away her fatigue and restoring her Sanity to its maximum.

She didn’t bring anyone with her to bathe, which conversely indicated—she was taking this operation more seriously than ever before.

Because she had a faint, ominous premonition in her heart, a feeling that “that woman” had completed her transformation. And as a Transmigrator, this kind of premonition was almost never wrong.

Moreover, the other side not only had her long-ascetic rival, the “Clown,” but also the South’s number one duelist.

Outsiders might think they held the winning hand, but in Samimi’s view, the odds of victory in this battle were not high.

Their side was a combination of the “Villainess” and the “Antagonist,” the villainous faction.

While the other side was the glorious, orthodox main character party.

A battle to overturn fate would be fought today.

“Haa—”

Samimi let out a puff of hot air and slowly rose from the pool.

Her body was flawless and white, seemingly untouched by battle, but that was only surface appearance. What she endured were mostly internal injuries—every time she suffered Strength Overload, her internal organs felt as if they had been sliced by a thousand blades, taking days to recover.

Yet she had endured it every single time and immediately returned to the battlefield.

She was already a warrior tempered a thousand times over.

‘After this fight, everyone will have to face a new future. One can’t always dwell on the past.’

Samimi walked out of the bathhouse.

Niubao was already waiting outside. As soon as she emerged, he silently fell into step behind her.

Samimi had actually enthusiastically invited Niubao to bathe together before, but Niubao was quite resistant to bathing. Unless he was truly filthy, he wouldn’t take the initiative to wash.

This was a sort of “common ailment” among Half-Beasts—some even bathed only once a year.

In comparison, Niubao was already considered a “normal person” among the oddities.

The two arrived at the Yaoguang Guild’s swordsmanship hall and found Serina sitting in meditation at the center of the dojo.

Two shield-axes were placed beside her.

It was clear at a glance that she was prepared for an undefeated stance.

Initially, Serina had only participated with the mindset of “everyone else is going, so I should too.”

But now, she had realized that the responsibility she bore was far greater than that.

Samimi and Niubao did not truly belong to the Second Guild; they were ultimately people of the Church.

The one who truly represented the honor of the Yaoguang Guild—was only her.

“Serina, let’s go. Today, you are the main character,” Samimi called from the entrance.

“Coming.”

Serina slowly stood up, wielding both shield-axes with ease and natural grace.

Her aura had completely changed.

Samimi couldn’t help but reevaluate her—she was no longer just that “Villainess.”

The Shield Axe Hero was the fated rival of the Hero of the Storm.

Just like—

The Joker and Batman.

Wait, the Joker was Bemore, so that made her Batman.

…Ahem, getting sidetracked.

Anyway—

Serina had become the “antagonist protagonist” capable of directly facing off against the Hero of the Storm.

Coupled with the fated rivalry between the Twin Heroes and the Sword Saint…

This battle was almost entirely a series of destined duels.

No wonder it was so highly anticipated.

—

The Second Guild, the “Yaoguang Guild,” set out for battle.

The Shield Axe Hero, Serina, walked at the very front.

Samimi and Niubao flanked her left and right.

Further behind was the Vice President, the Divine Blade Huck.

Miss Meihua pushed a wheelchair, bringing the young girl Aoi along to lend their support.

Finally, came the entire membership of the Yaoguang Guild, a grand and imposing procession.

Along the way, other Adventurers stopped to watch, some even removing their hats in salute.

Because they had heard—about that blonde Priestess’s grand plan:

To integrate the Ten Great Guilds and form an Adventurer alliance army.

To cease infighting and confront the true enemy.

This kind of ideal was perhaps something only an “outsider” could propose.

The locals knew each other too well and wouldn’t believe in such a grand ambition.

More importantly—

She was the adorable Priestess.

If it were anyone else, they would have likely been dismissed as a lunatic long ago.

‘…I’ll believe in you just this once.’

Many Adventurers thought this in their hearts.

She was step by step realizing that seemingly absurd goal.

Her name was also being remembered by more and more people—

The Church Valkyrie Knights’ Battle Priest,

Shalum Payne.

—

At the Adventurers’ Guild headquarters, the indoor dueling arena.

The White-haired Witch Bemore didn’t need to buy a ticket this time; she entered directly as a competitor.

She simply sat in the center of the arena meditating, not even bothering with the entrance ceremony.

The staff didn’t dare to stop her.

Although some privately mocked her as the “Clown,” in the eyes of the locals, her hair was as white as snow, her aura that of a god of slaughter, with flames swirling around her. No one dared to approach.

Setting aside personal grudges—

Samimi actually liked Bemore.

She liked her dark, profound aura, and also her “comedian” personality.

It was just that outsiders didn’t know this. They could only judge from her cold, gloomy exterior—that she was a powerhouse on par with the Sword Saint.

And the facts were indeed so.

As one of the youngest awakeners of a Magic Domain, she was the core damage dealer of the Royal City Hero Party.

Soon, the spectator stands were packed to capacity.

The Red Ghost and the Blue Ghost also flipped down from the spectator seats directly into the arena, clearly unable to wait any longer.

“The karmic debt between former teammates will be settled here today,” someone murmured softly.

However, after a long wait—

Their opponents finally appeared, sluggishly emerging from the competitor’s entrance.

And at this moment, Bemore remained alone.

Facing the powerful enemies soon to arrive, all by herself.