{A/N: No chapter tomorrow, and the day after. But I shall bless you all with a long chapter.}
Over the past few years, the Dragon Empire had been locked in a brutal war with the Beastman nation. As the population of beastmen surged, food became rare, and their chosen prey was humanity. War became inevitable. For the Dragon Empire, this wasn't just a fight for survival; it was a desperate struggle against extinction.
Overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the beastmen, the Dragon Empire found itself on the back foot, teetering on the brink of collapse. Forced into a corner, they turned to the Slane Theocracy and various other powerful nations, pleading for support.
And the support they received. No one was eager to face the full force of the beastmen should the Dragon Empire fall. If that last line of defense broke, the rest of the world would find itself staring down the teeth and claws of an unstoppable horde. So, for now, everyone lent a hand—not out of kindness, but fear.
Currently, on one of the many active battlefields, a breathtaking sight was making its way forward—a white-haired woman, graceful and unbothered, walking calmly across the war-torn land. She wore nothing but simple clothing, yet her radiance outshone even the gleam of polished armor. Her long snow white hair fluttered gently with each step, and her piercing blue eyes held a casual confidence that made hearts falter. Her figure was nothing short of divine—so perfect that the soldiers around her, despite knowing full well she was royalty, forgot all decorum and stared with shameful, lustful gazes.
She didn't care. In fact, she smirked at their reactions. This was the norm. Of cours,e lesser beings would look at her that way—how could they not? She was perfection incarnate. It wasn't arrogance; it was simply fact.
Even her half-siblings—Momon, Michael, and the rest who followed behind her—couldn't deny it. As much as it pained them, they had to accept the truth: she was simply better than they in every conceivable way. And why, you might ask? Because she was just that amazing.
"Arrogant piece of—" Mikoto quickly cut Michael off, placing a hand on his arm to stop him from saying more. Michael clicked his tongue in frustration but didn't push him away. The truth was clear—many of them already disliked this new sibling. And it wasn't without reason.
She reminded them too much of Rex. That smug expression, the effortless confidence, the overwhelming presence—she had inherited almost everything from him. She wasn't just powerful; she was monstrous. Limitless, Vector Monarch, Eyes of Infinity—she possessed them all. On top of that, she wielded tier magic, wild magic, and even a rare talent. The wild magic alone was unfair, but the way she carried herself, like the world owed her admiration, made it worse.
They had tried to fight her once. It wasn't even a contest. She had defeated all of them—except for Momon—with terrifying ease. Only he managed to put up a fight, and even then, it was thanks to his gear, which for some reason seemed to suppress or outright negate the effects of Rex's powers.
Her pride couldn't take the lose. The fact that someone like Momon—trash in her eyes—had managed to defeat her was infuriating beyond belief. How dare he, someone so beneath her, stand above a god? The humiliation festered deep in her chest like a poison. To vent her growing rage, she had made her way to the battlefield, heading straight toward the area reported to have the most resistance.
"Humans, just submit already!" an aged voice rang out with authority.
An old man, Demi demi-human with flowing white hair and piercing blue eyes, stood at the front lines. With a single motion, he extended his palm and activated Blue, his control of spatial force evident in the pulsing energy. A torrent of gravitational force surged outward, warping the air and threatening to crush everything in its path.
Dozens of soldiers were caught in its pull, but their wild-magic-enhanced shields held—barely. Some managed to dig their heels into the dirt, resisting the force with every ounce of strength they had. Others weren't so lucky. Dragged into the core of the spell, they were crushed mercilessly under the weight of infinity itself—collapsed into nothing, as if the world simply folded them out of existence.
Momon, Michael, and the others stood frozen at the sight. Moments like this reminded them just how terrifying their father truly was. Even the demi-humans weren't immune to the influence of his words.
The old man—clearly a cat demi-human—had lived far beyond the average for his kind. Most barely reached sixty, and by the look of him, he was well into that range. That placed him around the same age as Mikoto, making it painfully clear: he was one of them.
"Do we… kill him?" Michael muttered with unease. He hesitated, the weight of fratricide settling on his shoulders. But before anyone could answer, the Princess simply raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
Snap.
A sharp burst of sound exploded from the snap, compressed into a narrow wave that shot straight toward the old man. The invisible force struck him dead on, destroying his brain in an instant. His body crumpled lifelessly to the ground, the deed done with terrifying ease, without remorse, without hesitation.
"I hope you weren't seriously asking me such a foolish question," the Princess said with a light smile, though her words dripped with cold disdain. "Over the past hundred years, I've killed more half-siblings than you've ever even met."
The casual brutality of her statement left them all stunned.
"Our father's blood is too powerful," she continued, her voice smooth and arrogant. "Every child he sires is born with the Limitless… well, almost every child."
She threw a sharp, withering look at Momon, her tone now laced with venom. "Unlike the trash standing over there."
Her grudge was clear as day—she still hadn't gotten over the fact that Momon had defeated her. And judging by the scorn in her eyes, she never would.
"Anyway, to keep my people and the city safe, I usually have to kill those who run around playing at being thieves, murderers, rapists, and whatever else they think they can get away with," she said casually, like it was no more than a chore. "We hold the power of gods, and those who still act like the mortals we stand above should be put down like the dogs they are."
As she spoke, she reached out and rubbed the head of a young soldier who'd been standing nearby, listening in. The way she patted him wasn't affectionate—it was patronizing, like one might stroke a loyal pet. The young man said nothing, enjoying the pat. If he had a tail, it would be wagging at this moment.
The sight made Mikoto's eyes narrow. He said nothing, but the tension in his posture spoke volumes. Still, he bit back the words burning on his tongue. This wasn't his place to speak.
"Anyway, let me finish this war. If that old man existed, then there might be others like him hiding deeper within the Beastman country," she said lightly, her voice calm and unshaken. With a simple snap of her fingers, the surrounding vectors twisted and surged forward like invisible blades. In an instant, the force unleashed by that gesture tore through the battlefield, cutting down hundreds of beastmen without mercy.
She strolled forward, unhurried and composed, her expression unreadable as she stepped over the carnage. Lifeless bodies littered the earth, yet her steps never faltered. Still, something faint flickered in her gaze—a trace of thoughtfulness buried beneath the apathy.
After all, if her half-siblings had been waging this war for years, that meant she'd failed her people in some way. She had ignored their suffering, distanced herself from the conflict, and allowed them to fight a hopeless battle without her.
As a god, she wasn't supposed to descend into the realm of mortals to fight their battles. But if another god dared to interfere and she chose not to respond… that would be far too shameful. So she moved without hesitation, slaughtering every beastman she encountered with a simple snap of her finger. The cheers of the soldiers meant nothing to her—she didn't acknowledge them, didn't slow her stride.
Soon, her path led her deep into the land of the Demi-Beasts, a place wrapped in thick vegetation and shadows. As she advanced, she began to sense familiar presences—her siblings. She followed the trail through dense trees until her eyes caught movement in the darkness.
"Brother, look! This girl looks just like Great Grandmother." A small voice called from the canopy.
The princess raised her head slightly. Nestled among the branches and the twisting webs, spider demi-humans peered down at her. They had the upper bodies of humans, youthful and curious, but their lower halves were that of spiders, and there were thousands of them.
"Stupid! Why do you think they let us eat her and not the others?" a woman snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. Hunger gnawed at them constantly. The rules were strict—they couldn't just devour any beast they pleased, and that restriction had driven many to madness. They were starving, forced to feed on each other just to survive.
But now, finally, they were allowed to feast… and she was the chosen prey. "Let's crush her before anything else," another spider demi-human hissed.
To the princess's surprise, she saw the horde move in eerie coordination. Every one of them—hundreds, maybe thousands—began to cast Blue. She felt the mana shift instantly. They didn't possess the Eyes of Infinity, so naturally, they couldn't summon the spell alone. But in such overwhelming numbers, united with deadly teamwork, they could mimic the impossible. And now, that impossible was aimed straight at her
She snapped her fingers in horror, and in that instant, every single spider demi-human was annihilated. The sound was crisp, but the aftermath was devastating. Their bodies crumpled in unison, as if the very concept of life had been erased from them.
Had she hesitated—had she let them finish casting Blue—she would have been obliterated on the spot.
"Troublesome," she muttered in annoyance, her voice cold and sharp. It was now clear that what lay ahead wouldn't be simple or straightforward. These were not ordinary enemies. Still, without pause, she stepped forward, her posture unwavering, radiating divine authority.
Behind her, Momon and the others followed from a distance, quietly watching. None spoke. They simply observed, uneasy with the power she wielded so effortlessly, and the deadly skills with which she wielded it.
As they walked, they encountered countless members of their extended family—Dog Demi-Humans, Snake Demi-Humans, Lion Demi-Humans—the list seemed endless. It was as if their father had made it his personal mission to sleep with every kind of demi-human in existence. And the results were… staggering.
The further they went, the more absurd it became. Wolf Demi-Humans, Tiger Demi-Humans, even tree spirits. Each new face they passed seemed to confirm a wild, almost mythical truth: their father had no limits.
It raised a troubling question—how were the birth rates so unbelievably high? Surely his seed didn't have a 100% success rate. That would defy logic. Surely there had to be some sort of limit to this kind of thing… but all signs pointed to the contrary. And sadly, the list just kept going.
Soon, they arrived at the heart of the Beast Man country—and there, waiting for them, stood a lone Bear Demi-Human. But upon seeing him, the princess halted for the first time.
She stared in silence as the sleeping demi-human slowly stirred awake. His movements were sluggish, as if even opening his eyes was a struggle. Then, the moment he looked up, she saw it—white hair and striking blue eyes.
"You guys… must be my half-siblings…" he mumbled, voice heavy with drowsiness. He was clearly exhausted, barely managing to stay awake just to speak with them.
"I came to kill you all. From what I sense, you're the last half-sibling here," the princess said coldly, her voice echoing through the silent clearing.
"Yeah, I figured as much," the Bear Demi-Human replied, slowly rising to his feet as the last remnants of sleep slipped from his eyes. "I was hungry and ate some of them. They tasted better than the others."
He stretched his limbs, cracking his neck casually as if the topic didn't weigh on him at all. "I tried to set up some rules… something to stop them from killing each other while I slept. Thought maybe, when I woke up, I'd have one or two left to eat."
A tired smile curled across his face. "But little of them remained by that point... Honestly, I never pictured my father as a human… but it seems about right."
"I missed the taste of my siblings. I wonder… since you're human, would you taste even better?" the Bear Demi-Human murmured darkly. A hungry grin curled across his face as he controlled his own vectors.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished, reappearing in front of the Princess with terrifying speed. His sharp claws came crashing down toward her like falling stars.
Boom
A deafening explosion shook the earth as smoke and dust surged outward. Momon's heart dropped. Without thinking, he burst forward in a panic, quickly joined by the others. They dove into the dust cloud, ready to land the Princess their support.
But before they could react further, both the Princess and the Bear Demi-Human were sent flying out of the cloud, crashing across the ground.
Everyone froze, eyes wide with disbelief. Slowly, their heads turned toward a lone tree, where a white-haired man stood beneath its shadow.
The white-haired man was… beautiful. That was the only word any of them could find. Not even Rex, for all his presence and charm, could rival this man's elegance.
His features were sharp and refined, with slicked-back white hair that glistened under the sunlight. Square-rimmed glasses with orange lenses framed his eyes,
He wore a pristine white suit, accented with red cuffs and a matching crimson tie. Beneath it, a black shirt contrasted sharply against the clean lines of his jacket. His white trousers matched the ensemble perfectly, and his shoes—also white—were trimmed with sleek black soles that gleamed with every subtle shift.
"Who are you?!" the Princess demanded, her voice sharp and cold. Her eyes burned with restrained fury as she glared at the newcomer. She didn't care if he turned out to be one of their half-siblings—she had always believed herself a goddess among them, one above reproach.
But this man… this man made her feel small. And that, more than anything, was something she could not stand.
"Guess," he said with a teasing smile, his voice smooth and calm.
But the moment lingered only briefly before an explosion of primordial magic tore through the air, catching everyone off guard. The pressure was suffocating, shaking the atmosphere itself. Without hesitation, Mikoto stepped forward, placing himself between the newcomer and the others.
There was no mistaking the hatred in his eyes—it was raw, the kind that simmered for years before boiling over.
"You seem to have a talent that allows you to copy any spell you witness," the man said, his tone light but knowing, a ghost of amusement touching his lips. "Just like your mother."
His words hung heavy in the air. He remembered Landfall well—how she could replicate even super-tier spells and bypass all of the requirements to do so.
"This time, I will not let you off," Mikoto said coldly, his voice laced with conviction.
It was only then that the others finally realized the truth—the man standing before them was Rex. The revelation left them stunned. He looked nothing like the Rex they remembered. Gone was his usual appearance, replaced by something far more composed, refined… and distant.
"I didn't come all this way to fight," Rex said lightly. "Instead, I've come to understand something important—there's a difference between freedom and being irresponsible."
As he snapped his fingers, in that moment, the primordial magic Mikoto had copied from the Dragon Emperor vanished. His talent—sealed in an instant.
With another snap of his fingers, every one of Rex's children suddenly found themselves seated in chairs arranged neatly before him—none of them knew how or when the chairs had appeared, but they were there all the same. As for Rex, he casually sat down in his own chair, which materialized beneath him as if the world itself bent to his will.
"I'm willing to give you two options when coming here," Rex began, his tone calm and unshaken. "One is to erase the problem—meaning I slaughter every last one of you. The second is for all of you to join my guild, as soldiers."
"There is a third option," he added, his voice dipping ever so slightly, "but I doubt any of you would find it agreeable."
"Fuck you! You made my life hell!" Mia screamed, her voice trembling with years of rage. Just remembering how her own mother had despised her—how she'd tried to sell her off as a slave because of Rex—made her blood boil. She hated him down to her very bones.
"How did I make your life hell? I wasn't even there," Rex replied with a bewildered expression, completely caught off guard by the accusation.
But his confusion only lit the fuse. In the next moment, the group erupted in anger as one by one, the others joined in, their curses and shouts crashing over him in a tidal wave of resentment. Rex sat there, utterly speechless.
A Small Black Flash as to why our beloved MC suddenly changed....