Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 76: I’ll be a Queen

Drake Vadis.

He surveyed the crowd like a king stepping into his court.

"Wow," Drake drawled, shaking his head. "Is this year’s freshman class really this pathetic?"

Silence.

Then, whispers.

"That’s Drake Vadis... the number one student from the Fire Elemental Department on the main campus!"

"Why is he here?"

"What does he mean, pathetic?"

Drake’s smirk widened. "Two hundred people, completely wiped out by a single guy from some backwater town?" he sneered. "Seriously? That’s gotta be some kind of record."

Laughter echoed from the other seven standing behind him.

The mockery was palpable.

Then, Drake turned toward Professor Xavier, his expression shifting into something resembling respect—or at least something close to it.

"Professor," Drake greeted, his tone smooth. "I heard there’s a particular freshman this year—a personal disciple of yours. I’d like to request a friendly spar."

Professor Xavier raised an eyebrow, his gaze studying Drake with faint amusement.

"You’re referring to Luke?"

Drake’s smirk twitched slightly. "Luke."

Just Luke.

Not Professor Xavier’s personal disciple.

Not some prodigy freshman.

Just Luke.

Drake ’s attitude was clear—he refused to acknowledge any prestige behind the name.

The other seven standing behind him had similar expressions of concealed irritation.

They had come to put Luke in his place.

"Since we’re already here, why don’t you have Luke come out?" a second voice chimed in.

This time, it was Bryce Harrington, the top student of the Lightning Elemental Department.

"We won’t bully him. If he can last three minutes against any one of us, we’ll personally cover all the freshmen’s resources for the entire year."

Gasps. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

A murmur of disbelief swept through the crowd.

Bryce’s bet had been carefully crafted.

It forced Luke’s hand.

If he refused, he’d be branded a coward.

If he accepted and lost, he’d be humiliated in front of everyone.

Either way, it was a win-win for Drake and his group.

The other seven challengers smirked, clearly entertained by the offer.

"Yes, Professor. We all agree," another voice added. "If Luke can last even three minutes, we’ll make sure the freshmen don’t lose a thing."

The pressure intensified.

Every freshman held their breath.

For them, this was everything.

If Luke accepted and somehow pulled off a victory, they would regain all the resources they had lost.

Hope flickered in their eyes.

But there were doubts.

"The name Luke sounds familiar..." someone murmured.

"Wait a second... isn’t Luke that guy from the news?"

A pause. Then, realization struck like lightning.

"Holy crap."

"He’s THE ’Little Hero of the Demon Capital’—the one who fought off an entire Kraken horde!"

"The guy’s a total monster!"

Excitement surged through the freshmen.

But just as anticipation peaked, another voice cut through the tension.

Marissa Jones.

She took a step forward, her expression calm but firm.

"Professor," she said smoothly, tilting her head toward Xavier.

"If they’re looking for a fight, why don’t I entertain them first?"

The Colosseum froze.

The eight challengers turned to her, their expressions shifting.

"Let’s start with four of you," she continued, her voice carrying an edge of amusement.

"That should be a good warm-up."

A slow, confident smile spread across her lips as she met Drake Vadis’s gaze.

The temperature in the arena dropped—figuratively and literally.

For the first time since stepping into the Colosseum, the main campus elites hesitated.

mind, their mental link allowing them to communicate effortlessly.

Luke exhaled slowly. "Why refuse when they’re handing us free resources?"

His golden eyes glowed slightly as he added, "That said, I don’t plan on giving these resources entirely to the freshmen—not all of them, at least. So, you go first, and I’ll step in later."

Marissa arched a brow. "Me? First?"

She hesitated, but then understanding dawned on her face.

Luke wasn’t just looking to win—he was looking to control the narrative.

By letting her go first, he could build up anticipation, make the freshmen rally behind them, and when he finally stepped in, it would solidify his position as their absolute ruler.

Winning wasn’t enough. He needed dominance.

....

A Minute Ago – Inside the Contract Space

Luke leaned back, resting his chin on his palm, watching Drake Vadis and his group with a faint smirk.

They had forced his hand, practically begging him to step in, and honestly, Luke couldn’t refuse.

"Luke, what do you think? The dean said it—you can refuse."

Marissa’s voice echoed in his

Marissa smirked. "You want to set the stage first. Got it."

Luke nodded. "Exactly. These freshmen may not be as strong as Nate, but they still have potential. Winning them over now will lay the foundation for something bigger."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"I don’t just want an empire in the demon world, Marissa. I want one in the human world, too."

Marissa let out a soft chuckle, flashing her white teeth.

"Guess I’ll be a queen after all."

Luke’s smirk widened. "That was always the plan."

Drake Vadis, Bryce Harrington, and the others stood at the entrance, arms crossed, their expressions unreadable but brimming with superiority.

They weren’t expecting defiance.

And yet, Marissa Jones was standing there, utterly unfazed.

The sheer boldness in her posture, the unwavering confidence in her gaze—it sent a ripple through the crowd.

Then, she opened her mouth.

"Eight of you? Seriously?" Marissa tilted her head, a smirk playing at her lips. "You need that many to feel secure?"

Silence.

Her mockery was subtle but sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.

Drake ’s smirk twitched, his composure wavering for just a moment.

Bryce Harrington’s fingers curled into a tight fist.

Daniel Craig, the Water Elemental prodigy, was the first to lose control.

"Marissa, you’d better watch your mouth." His tone was cold, but the slight tremor in it betrayed him. "Just because you’re from the Jones family doesn’t mean you get to talk to us like that."

Marissa sighed theatrically. "Why are you so upset?"

She placed a finger on her chin as if deep in thought, then suddenly snapped her fingers.

"Oh, I get it." She grinned. "You’re scared."