Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 159: The Primordial Giants Reveal Themselves.

Drakovitch’s laughter was a physical force, a deep, booming sound that seemed to vibrate the very stones of the courtyard. It wasn’t the laugh of a man insulted, but of a predator who had found a flaw in his prey’s logic.

"Unethical madness?"

His silver eyes gleamed with an amusement as he studied her flushed face, his gaze tracing the war paint that now marked her as royalty.

"You dare say that with such confidence? Tell me... Princess."

His voice dropped into something slower, almost teasing.

"Was it also unethical madness when you dressed yourself as one of my mothers?"

Gin’s eyes widened for the briefest second. Drakovitch did not miss it.

"You stood in that line with them. Hundreds of women waiting their turn. You walked through my grand nursery halls. You ate what they ate. Bathed where they bathed."

His smirk deepened.

"You lived among them. You breathed the same air. Pretended to be one of them."

Gin’s jaw tightened, heat rushing into her face.

"And tonight... you even came all the way here. Letting me touch you. Letting me kiss you."

The memory flashed across Gin’s mind before she could stop it. Her cheeks burned with furious shame.

Drakovitch chuckled softly.

"And yet now you stand there preaching about ethics. Careful, little giant."

His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.

"You infiltrated my palace. You deceived my people. You tried to slit my throat."

A faint ripple moved beneath his skin—the sound of shifting bone. As he took a slow step forward.

"And now you dare lecture me about cruelty? You came into the dragon’s den wearing stolen skin. So tell me."

His voice rumbled.

"Who exactly is the monster here?"

Gin’s face flushed a deep, shamed red. Her skin turned hot.

"Shut up!" she screamed.

She reached for her neck, tearing away the delicate silks of her "Mother" disguise. The shapeshifting magic dissolved in a burst of black soot. Her true Gigante gear emerged—a revealing, savage suit of hardened leather, white fur, and iron rings that hugged her athletic frame.

Drakovitch didn’t look away. If anything, his gaze grew more curious, more predatory.

"Better. Much better."

Gin’s blush deepened, but she didn’t waver. She touched a glowing red ring on her finger. Instantly, her entire right arm began to glow with a volcanic heat. The flesh crystallized, turning into a massive, jagged Crimson Gem. With a scream of rage, she molded the gem into a towering battle axe, the edge glowing with the heat of a forge.

"Die, Dragon King!"

She lunged. The air screamed as her axe cut a path through the moonlight, aiming straight for Drakovitch’s heart. Every muscle in her frame was corded and straining.

But the king didn’t draw a weapon. He didn’t even harden his skin.

He danced.

With the grace of a shadow, the King stepped to the left, then slipped to the right. He moved effortlessly, his silver eyes never leaving Gin’s body. He wasn’t just fighting; he was spectating. He watched the way her breath came in sharp gasps and how the sweat began to glisten on her dark, obsidian shoulders.

"You’re getting tired, Princess."

As she swung again, he leaned in, his face inches from hers for a heart-stopping second, his voice a low,

"We could stop this. We could go back to that wall. My bed is much softer than stone. If you surrender, maybe I’ll let your sisters live." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"SHUT UP!"

Gin screamed, her face turning a violent shade of red. She swung her axe again, and again, and again, each strike driven by righteous fury but with every dodge, Drakovitch’s teasing voice grated at her composure.

"I’m serious. We don’t have to keep this up. We could finish what we started earlier... and no one would get hurt. Just you... me..."

The words ignited a confusing storm in her chest. Rage, shame, and something hotter she refused to name. Her cheeks burned beneath her war paint, her breathing coming faster, her focus wavering—not from fear, but from his proximity, his teasing, the impossible pull of him.

Gin’s fury doubled but so did her blush. Her growl was low, trembling, and more personal this time.

"I... will... kill you!"

Drakovitch only smiled, spinning aside again, letting her blade whistle past, his eyes glinting silver in the moonlight, as if enjoying the storm he had stirred. His eyes tracking a single drop of sweat as it rolled down her chest. But suddenly, his knees buckled.

A sharp, stinging pain shot through his chest, right where his golden scar throbbed. He felt a wave of cold weakness wash over his limbs. His vision blurred for a second. A stray drop of Gin’s sweat flew from her arm and splashed against his cheek.

"What... is this?"

Drakovitch hissed, wiping his face. His hand felt heavy, as if made of lead.

"Why am I... weakening? I know I have a weakness for this kind of woman, but... this is different..."

From the Grand Celebration Hall, Percieval’s fists moved with precision but the Gigante were always one step ahead. They slipped, twisted, and twisted again, their massive bodies bending impossibly around his blows.

THWACK!

A punch connected, and Percieval was sent push back across the marble floor. Sparks of lightning arced from the impact, crackling along the gilded tiles. He gritted his teeth, trying to push forward, but a sudden heaviness settled in his limbs.

"This... this isn’t right."

He flexed his fingers and flexing his shoulders but the strength he normally wielded felt dulled, restrained.

His gaze swept across the hall, taking in the other warriors. They fought with every ounce of skill and courage they had, surrounding the remaining two Gigante but no matter how they struck, dodged, or countered, they could not land a decisive hit. The monsters moved with a fluidity and raw strength that made every blade seem like it passed through smoke.

Corneo of Goldensight raised his staff, his All Seeing Stone glowing with dim light. He squinted at the auras of the warriors.

"Their auras! Our Magic and Might... the numbers are dropping! We are being drained!"