Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 154: Terminated

"Unbelievable." Yuel clicked his tongue as he read Aren’s reply, a look of disdain crossing his face. "His tricks are just as clumsy as his fake innocence."

Vincent turned to Rory. "Rory, it’s true that the Succubus Clan has a legend about twins being ill-omened. But as for Aren—"

"Enough." Rory didn’t let him finish.

She opened the Beast God System interface and, without hesitation, terminated her match with Aren.

"I don’t care whether he really has a twin or not," she said coldly. "The moment he tried to provoke Yuel into using that thing on me, he lost any right to stay."

She trusted Yuel. She trusted Vincent. She trusted the others not to fall for such schemes.

But evil never relied on just one trick. Leaving someone like that in the house was simply too dangerous.

"If the one downstairs is fake," she continued calmly, "we’ll deal with the real one when he shows up."

She stood from her chair. "Come with me. He’s too dangerous. He can’t stay in the estate any longer."

***

Downstairs, Aris descended quietly.

As he passed Xarion’s room, he noticed the door slightly ajar.

He paused and glanced inside. Xarion lay in his ice crystal coffin, eyes closed, as still as a corpse.

Perfect.

Aris slipped into the room.

The space was stark and cold. Aside from the coffin radiating frost, there was nothing inside. The curtains were drawn, and the air felt damp and lifeless.

He stepped closer to the coffin, looking down at Xarion with open contempt.

"You look half-dead every day anyway. Why not let me send you off properly?"

With a swift motion, he pulled a dagger from his storage space. The blade gleamed with a cold sheen.

It had been steeped in his most refined toxin—colorless, odorless, undetectable once inside the body.

Xarion always looked sickly, as if some grave illness plagued him. A tiny cut would be enough. A scratch. A drop of poison. He would die silently.

Afterward, Aris would simply heal the surface wound. No one would ever know.

They would assume Xarion had succumbed to illness.

Aris’s eyes glinted with cruel anticipation. He raised the dagger and lightly sliced across the back of Xarion’s hand.

A bead of crimson welled instantly.

"Xarion... go die—"

Wait.

Something was wrong. Why... did he feel pain?

Aris looked down.

On his own hand, three identical cuts had opened, blood blooming against his skin.

But he had cut Xarion! Why were the wounds on him?

A sharp, burning agony flared through his veins.

"Ah—!"

The pain was searing—familiar.

It was his own toxin.

What was happening?!

Cursing under his breath, Aris fumbled for the antidote and shoved it into his mouth. He quickly applied a healing serum to his hand.

Within moments, the wounds sealed, and the bone-deep pain receded. Breathing hard, he glared at Xarion.

Impossible.

He grabbed another dagger—this one untreated.

No poison.

Just steel.

He sliced Xarion’s hand again.

And once more—three fresh wounds tore open across his own skin.

This time, Aris finally understood. There was something wrong with Xarion. Any injury inflicted on him rebounded onto the attacker.

He stared at Xarion as if he’d seen a ghost.

Inside the ice crystal coffin, Xarion waited for a while. When no further movement came, he opened his eyes lazily.

"Not killing me anymore?"

"Ah—!" Aris jumped, startled by the sudden voice. "You... you weren’t asleep?"

"I was," Xarion replied flatly. "You woke me."

He looked at Aris with visible annoyance. "So? Are you going to kill me or not? If not, get out. I want to sleep."

What a disappointment. For a moment, Xarion had actually hoped that toxin might work.

Aris’s face twisted with fury. "You just wait. I’ll kill you eventually."

He spun on his heel.

The Beast God must have gone senile—wasting such an absurd ability on someone who looked half-dead all the time.

"Bang!"

The door opened abruptly.

"Fe—Female Master..." Aris froze when he saw Rory standing at the doorway.

"Why are you here? What are you doing in Xarion’s room?" Rory asked, anger sharp in her eyes.

"I—I came to chat with him." The excuse had barely left his mouth when Xarion appeared behind him.

"He came to kill me," Xarion said plainly. "He’s just too useless to finish the job."

"You tried to kill Xarion?" Rory stared at Aris in disbelief and fury.

Succubus? More like a demon.

"Vincent. Grab him."

Never—never—had one of her matched partners turned out this vicious.

Foolish as Sylas Ruan had been. Deceptive as Dax. Arrogant as Paros.

None of them had ever tried to harm her other partners.

Aris stood no chance against Vincent. He didn’t even have time to resist before Vincent forced him to his knees.

"Female Master, I only wanted to stay by your side." His eyes reddened again as he looked at Rory.

"I can understand wanting to stay," Rory said coldly. "But you don’t scheme against me. And you do not hurt my people."

She could tolerate a victim-like behavior. She could tolerate fake weakness.

But not this.

If Xarion’s twisted ability hadn’t reflected the damage... What if Aris had targeted Nix instead?

Or Jasper?

The mere thought made her blood run cold.

Yuel looked down at Aris, murder blazing in his eyes. "Rory. What should we do with him?"

Rory drew in a steady breath. "I’ve already terminated the match."

She didn’t look at Aris again. "He’s yours to deal with."

"Understood." Yuel smiled faintly.

Just then, Nix and Jasper came around the corner carrying breakfast.

They stopped short at the sight of Aren, kneeling on the ground under Vincent’s grip.

"What happened?" Nix asked, completely baffled.

Why was Aren kneeling again? Was this another rule he didn’t know about?

He instinctively started to kneel too—only for Jasper to grab him by the collar.

"This has nothing to do with you. Go serve the food." Jasper pushed him lightly, then walked to Rory’s side. "Breakfast’s ready. Let’s eat first."

Rory nodded and turned away without sparing Aris another glance.

Aris finally snapped back to himself when he processed her earlier words.

Terminate the match?

Good.

Very good.

If he couldn’t have it, then neither would Aren.

He threw his head back and laughed wildly.

"Ha—ha—ha—"

"That laugh is disgusting." Xarion sealed his mouth with a flick of his ability. Then he turned and went back to sleep.

Vincent dragged Aris outside the estate grounds. Yuel followed. Once beyond the gates, Vincent tossed Aris onto the ground.

"What should we do?" Yuel asked calmly.

Vincent glanced down at Aris. "Kill him."

For someone accustomed to the battlefield, the word came as easily as breathing. Before Vincent could act, two thick vines burst from the soil behind Yuel, spearing straight through Aris’s chest.

Silenced by the firebird’s seal, Aris couldn’t even scream.

A strange, eerie smile appeared on his face.

The next instant, his body dissolved into black mist.

Yuel grimaced at the lingering residue on his vines, snapped them off without hesitation, and motioned for Vincent to burn them.

Flames reduced everything to ash.

"If you dislike getting dirty, why do it yourself?" Vincent asked.

Yuel swallowed a stabilizing potion. "If I get dirty, I just cut off the vines."

They’d grow back.

"If you got dirty," Yuel added lightly, "would you cut off your hands?"

He waved dismissively. "No need to thank me. Just give me that new batch of warships you just acquired from Nix’s lab. My subordinates are driving me insane, asking for equipment."

Vincent stared at him.

That seemed like daylight robbery.

"You wanted him dead the moment he tried to use that charm toxin, didn’t you?" Vincent asked quietly.

Yuel didn’t answer.

But the killing intent had ignited the very second Aris suggested drugging Rory.