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06 Who Said Anything About Protection?
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2026-04-14 18:54:30
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My Alpha is a Lunatic 46 The Wounded in My Room
The path ahead finally brightened, the oppressive void dissolving into the familiar, humid air of the jungle’s edge. The candle in my hand sputtered and died, its wax cool against my skin.I looked at the stub, less than a third left. A damn shame. A good artifact, but a finite one. Every use brought me closer to losing it. I tucked the remnant away, the loss a quiet sting.We were out. Behind us, the bone-path lay quiet and still, looking utterly, deceptively normal under the moonlight.“We’re out,” Spark breathed, the tension sloughing off her shoulders. “I thought we were trapped there forever.” She looked like she wanted to collapse.I didn’t answer. My eyes scanned the perimeter. Night had fallen here, too. I’d half-hoped the darkness in that pocket dimension was just an illusion, or that time moved differently. No such luck. The island’s real night was here, thick and hungry.“Don’t celebrate yet,” I said, my voice cutting through her relief. “Move. Get to your huts. This place
My Alpha is a Lunatic 45 The Candle's Path
We didn’t move. Panic was a luxury we couldn’t afford. Liam pulled a small device from his jacket—a compass, maybe—but the needle inside spun wildly, a frantic, useless dance. He cursed under his breath and shoved it back.That’s when the singing started.It wove through the absolute dark, a low, melodic hum that raised every hair on my arms. It was beautiful, in a way that made my skin crawl.“The song,” I said, my voice low. “It’s wrong. Be ready.”Liam and Spark nodded, their faces grim in the non-light. We’d all heard the stories. The island’s night-song. No one ever said what happened if you listened, but in the Game, nothing beautiful comes without a price.We stood back-to-back, a tense triangle in the void. The song grew louder, wrapping around us.And then… it wasn’t terrifying anymore. A wave of pure, soothing warmth washed through me. The deep ache in my muscles from using the Primal Force faded. The gnawing hunger quieted. It felt like sinking into a hot bath after a marat
My Alpha is a Lunatic 44 Fists of Fury and Vanishing Paths
The power that surged up my arm wasn't a thought. It was a reflex, a deep, forgotten instinct screaming to be used. As the idol’s stone head loomed, I didn'tt swing my fist. I unleashed the coiled thing inside me.My knuckles connected with the center of its grotesque face. Not with a crack, but with a deep, resonant BOOM that felt like the world itself had been struck.The recoil was brutal. It tore me from the statue’s side and hurled me through the air. I hit the bone-littered ground hard, skidding, the breath knocked from my lungs. But my eyes were locked on the point of impact.The stone head didn’t just crack. It exploded. Fractures spider-webbed out from my fist-print at a sickening, impossible speed, consuming the entire side of the idol in a heartbeat. The stone limbs connected to that half shattered in a chain reaction, crumbling into gravel and dust.Spark, who had been trapped in their grasp a second before, dropped to the ground in a heap of torn clothes and stunned silen
My Alpha is a Lunatic 43 The Idol of Bone
A-grade healing potion. The real deal.Spark’s eyes went wide. In the Game, you lived and died by your supplies. Every player stocked healing items—for injuries, for exhaustion, for that one desperate chance to survive. The C-grade sludge she’d choked down earlier was her usual budget option. What Liam had just handed her was liquid gold.This was top-shelf. The kind of potion that cost more points than she made in a dozen Instances. The kind normal players could only dream of.Her excitement flickered, replaced by a cold, sinking dread. She looked at Liam, her voice small. “I… I can pay you back. In installments?”Five thousand points. The number was a mountain. She’d be in his debt for years.“Whatever,” Liam said, his attention already fixed ahead. He wasn’t looking at her.Relief, sharp and guilty, washed through her. She took a careful sip. The effect was immediate—a warm, potent surge that knitted torn muscle and refilled the hollow ache of spent energy. She could breathe again.
My Alpha is a Lunatic 42 Allies of Convenience
The last of the dissolving vines writhed at our feet, the clearing finally, violently quiet. The three of us collapsed, not together, but scattered like debris from an explosion. We sat on the damp earth, gulping air, each a separate island of exhaustion and suspicion.A good ten feet of space separated us. A prudent distance. After what we’d just seen, trusting your own eyes was a luxury. The person breathing heavily across from you could be a perfect copy, waiting for your guard to drop.I broke the silence first, my voice rough. “Why are you here?”Liam didn’t even look up, just wiped a smear of plant-sap from his cheek. “You’re my teammate. Letting you wander into a sentient jungle alone seemed like poor strategy.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Lost you, then lost Spark. Then the fog came.”Spark—Luna—hugged her knees, her earlier bravado gone, replaced by a raw, awkward shame. “My… my partner is gone. I needed a new anchor. The buzzcut guy, Locke… h
My Alpha is a Lunatic 41 Chaotic Synergy
Spark was a mess of blood and shredded clothing. Dozens of puncture wounds marred her skin, each one a gift from the writhing vines snapping at her heels. She looked like a broken doll, her punkish braids matted with gore."Pathetic," I muttered, shaking my head.Her eyes locked onto me, wide with primal terror. She saw a lifeline. "Kiera! Please!"I stopped walking.These vines weren't like the slow, creeping ones I'd torched. These were hunters. They moved with whip-crack speed, darting through the mist like striking serpents. My Purification Candle would be useless here—too slow, too imprecise.She stumbled closer, desperation pouring off her in waves. Then I saw it—the dawning realization in her panicked gaze. We weren't friends. She’d spent every moment since we met trying to undermine me. Why would I lift a finger?But hope is a stubborn bastard. She kept running, her expression shifting from terror to raw, silent pleading. I was her last chance. The only one stupid enough to be
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