Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person’s POV

His sleek black hunting attire contrasted against his tousled dark violet hair which fanned out over the pillow.

Though he looked to be around nineteen or twenty, the young man who was obviously Ethan had only just turned eighteen a few days ago.

His long frame stretched across the bed and his legs dangled slightly over the side but despite the awkward position, he slept undisturbed.

However, he was not alone.

A young girl who had barely entered her teenage years clung to his chest like a sleeping street kitten.

Her rough gray hair cascaded over her face and was partially obscured by the scars that marked her youthful features.

Unbothered by discomfort, she was sound asleep and her small form rose and fell with the rhythm of Ethan’s breathing. Discover exclusive content at novelbuddy

On his other side, a beautiful blonde woman lay nestled against him.

Virelle who was clad in a dark red hunting outfit had one arm draped over Ethan’s waist while the other clung possessively to his arm as she trapped it between her ample breasts.

Though she appeared to be in her early twenties, the sharpness in her features and the calm steadiness in her breathing hinted at her true strength and experience.

Like the others, she was deep in slumber and their exhaustion from the day’s hunt kept them unaware of the creeping danger that lurked just outside.

A shadow moved silently along the thick bark of the colossal tree.

A pitch-black snake slithered upward with unnerving grace as its obsidian scales gleamed faintly in the low light.

It was nearly five meters long and its body was as thick as a water bucket.

Two small ashen-gray horns protruded from its head and gave it an almost regal yet terrifying presence.

Unlike ordinary creatures, this one saw the world in heat signatures as its eerie yellow eyes were capable of detecting even the most well-hidden prey.

The hidden treehouse and the three people within which would have remained undetected by normal creatures appeared clearly within its unnatural vision.

A flicker of intelligence gleamed in its reptilian eyes as it maneuvered its way upward without making a single sound.

As it slithered across the branches, an unfortunate ant happened to cross its path.

The moment its tiny body met the serpent’s gaze, a dull yellow light flashed in the snake’s eyes.

Instantly, the ant’s fragile form stiffened and in the span of a heartbeat, a thin layer of ashen-gray stone encased its body and petrified it entirely.

With an almost casual flick of its tail, the now-stone ant tumbled from the branch and disappeared into the abyss below as it was lost in the darkness of the forest.

The snake remained undeterred as its deadly focus was locked onto its intended prey.

Moving with unnatural silence, it reached the entrance of the treehouse and coiled its way toward the sleeping trio.

Its forked tongue flickered in and out and tasted the air for any traps or dangers as it neared the bed.

It was now mere inches away from the exposed figures of Ethan, Virelle, and the young girl.

The Dreadstone Basilisk opened its mouth wide and revealed jagged yellow fangs that dripped with thick, slimy saliva.

Excitement flickered in its dull yellow slit eyes as it prepared to lunge at Ethan’s exposed face.

Just as it reared back to strike, a dark chain with its tip carrying a small green dagger flashed through the air.

The weapon whistled as it shot straight for the basilisk’s open maw.

Sensing danger, the black snake twisted its head just in time.

The chain still pierced through the side of its triangular skull as it missed a fatal blow but drew thick smelly inky-black blood that corroded the tree house’s wooden floor when it splashed on the floor.

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A piercing hiss echoed through the treehouse.

The basilisk’s slit yellow eyes glowed, and in an instant, the entire length of the chain solidified into stone.

With a crunch, the snake’s powerful jaws snapped it to pieces.

The remnants crumbled into gray dust, and the green dagger clattered against the floor.

A sharp voice rang out in the room.

"It’s a grade-three Dreadstone Basilisk!"1

Ethan’s tone was urgent yet steady.

"Close your eyes and only use your soul sense to track it. Do not let your awareness get too close or even that will turn to stone."

The three figures in the hut sprang into action.

Ethan gripped the hilt of his broken saber as its dark hilt was connected to the chains of his right hand.

In his left hand, his fingers twitched and a new dark chain sprouted from his palm.

It rustled across the floor and attached itself to the fallen green crystal wind blade and it returned to his control again.

Ethan knew that their reverse ambush had failed as the enemy snake was a whole grade higher than him with stronger senses and powers but he was not discouraged.

And his fighting spirit and the rush for a deadly battle only grew fiercer.

Virelle moved swiftly and her crimson threads spread across half the room like a spider’s web as it sealed off the exit.

The delicate yet deadly silk shimmered under the dim light and vibrated with lethal tension.

Velcy crouched low and her nails had elongated into razor-sharp claws. A growl rumbled in her throat as her thick white tail lifted high in the air.

Her shiny white hair stood on end and her fluffy ears twitched as she focused entirely on her other senses.

Her ice-blue eyes remained shut as she followed Ethan’s command.

The wounded basilisk on the other hand did not retreat.

Instead, its body coiled as it prepared for another attack.

A deadly game had begun.

The basilisk was now enraged. It coiled its massive body tighter, and its scales ground together with a rough and ominous sound that made Velcy shiver as all her hair stood on the ends.

Its eerie yellow eyes burned with murderous intent as it reevaluated its prey.

Refer Chapter 40 for details