My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 132: Unkillable Overgod
The Leprechaun licked the thin edge of his blade slowly, eyes fixed on that patch of broken earth he had marked as the source.
The metal tasted of iron and monster blood.
He grinned.
"Finally," he whispered.
Then he vanished.
He sprinted forward at once, boots barely touching the ground, green light trailing behind him like sparks from a firework. Tentacles burst from the soil in front of him, stabbing upward in violent arcs, but he weaved between them as if dancing through falling rain.
One slashed from the left.
He leaned to the right without even looking.
Another dropped from above.
He blinked forward, reappearing ten meters ahead.
A cluster erupted beneath his feet.
He kicked off the air itself and flipped over them, laughing mid spin.
"All your attacks are the same!" he called out, voice bright and mocking. "Long, sharp, fast. That’s it?"
Three tentacles curved inward at once.
He twisted between them, coat brushing crimson edges that failed to cut him.
"You think overwhelming numbers will work against me?"
He disappeared again, reappearing on top of a shattered tree trunk, crouched low, eyes gleaming.
"I’ve faced assassins who could cut shadows themselves," he shouted, grin wide. "I’ve fought blades that strike from thoughts alone!"
The ground exploded beneath him.
He leapt upward just as a massive spear like tentacle shot through the trunk.
"And you?" he laughed loudly. "You just keep stabbing!"
He darted forward again, closing the distance to that hidden source he had sensed. The mana there was thick, heavy, far denser than the scattered anchors.
"That’s you, isn’t it?" he murmured excitedly. "That insane mana."
Tentacles rose like walls in front of him.
He blinked past them.
More followed.
He phased through one, solidified midair, and spun around another.
Then he saw him.
A figure standing behind the fallen tree, pale skin illuminated by the crimson sky, blood tentacles coiling like serpents behind his back.
The mana pouring from that body was enormous.
Even suppressed, it pressed against the air like a storm waiting to break.
The Leprechaun’s grin widened.
"There you are."
The figure did not speak.
Instead, it raised a hand.
And the body the Leprechaun had first decapitated earlier suddenly appeared beside it.
Then another.
And another.
The first corpse he believed to be the main body stood upright once more, head reattached, eyes empty.
The Leprechaun blinked once in surprise.
"Clones?" he asked, delighted.
More bodies formed, emerging from pools of blood scattered across the battlefield. Each one looked identical. Each one radiated power.
They began walking forward one by one.
The first clone lunged.
The Leprechaun blinked behind it and sliced cleanly through its neck.
The head flew.
The body collapsed.
He laughed.
"That’s one."
Another appeared at his side, tentacles striking in tandem.
He vanished, reappearing above it, plunging his dagger down through its skull.
The clone shattered into blood mist.
"That’s two."
A third attacked from behind.
He phased briefly, letting its blade pass through, then solidified and kicked its back, sending it crashing into a fourth clone.
"Four already?" he said cheerfully. "You’re making this easy."
They attacked together now.
Five at once.
Ten.
Each wielded tentacles like blades, stabbing, slicing, forming coordinated patterns.
But the Leprechaun moved like lightning.
He blinked between them.
He spun through gaps that should not exist.
He laughed every time a clone fell.
"Too slow!"
"Too stiff!"
"You’re copying yourself but you forgot to copy imagination!"
He darted through the battlefield, green streak flashing again and again as clone after clone collapsed under his dagger.
Blood splattered the air.
The clones kept coming.
He counted without thinking.
Twelve.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Yet they did not weaken.
They pressed harder.
Stronger.
The original stood in the distance, unmoving, watching.
The Leprechaun narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You think you’re safe huh?"
He lunged toward the one he believed to be the true body.
Tentacles intercepted.
He cut through them.
Another clone blocked his path.
He blinked past it and drove his dagger forward.
The blade met resistance.
For the first time, it did not slice cleanly through.
The metal screeched against flesh that felt denser than steel.
He pushed harder.
Green mana flared around the dagger.
"Break," he whispered.
The blade pierced through the chest.
The clone’s body trembled.
He twisted the dagger, tearing upward.
The clone collapsed.
He exhaled slowly.
"That took effort."
Despite having killed emperor level powerhouses before, this one had forced him to strain.
He straightened, breathing slightly heavier.
"This must be the real one," he said softly.
He watched the body fall.
Watched it lie still.
Then—
It moved.
His eyes widened slightly.
The fallen body’s chest bulged outward unnaturally.
Cracks formed along its skin.
"Wait."
The corpse exploded.
Not outward in flesh, but in blood.
Hundreds of tentacles burst from the body at once, erupting in every direction like a forest of crimson spears.
The number dwarfed everything before.
They filled the sky.
The ground.
The air itself.
The Leprechaun blinked backward instinctively, but even as he did, tentacles were already there.
He twisted midair, narrowly avoiding three that crossed in front of him.
"I can outmaneuver this," he muttered.
He blinked again.
And froze.
Behind him, one of the earlier clones he had killed stood whole again, tentacles drawn back to strike.
It drove them toward his spine.
His heart pounded once.
He blinked again, escaping at the last possible instant.
But when he reappeared—
Another clone was waiting.
Tentacles thrust forward from that one too.
He phased briefly, but the moment he solidified, more blades were already converging.
"They’re coordinating," he breathed.
The battlefield had become a cage.
Clones stood at every angle.
Tentacles from the exploded body filled the gaps.
He blinked repeatedly, moving faster than ever before, but each reappearance was met with prepared strikes.
He gritted his teeth.
"Fine," he growled softly.
Green symbols ignited along his arms.
His coat tore apart as hidden seals activated.
Mana surged from him in waves, distorting the air.
He split into afterimages, multiple versions of himself darting in different directions at once.
Tentacles pierced some, but they dissolved into light.
The real one slipped through the smallest opening and blasted upward.
But even there, clones waited.
He spun, deflecting a blade with his dagger, sparks flying.
Another tentacle grazed his side, tearing cloth and skin.
Blood trickled down.
He hissed softly.
"Good," he whispered, eyes blazing. "This is good."
He forced more power into his body.
The ground beneath him shattered from the pressure.
Tentacles lashed toward him again.
He cut through several, but more replaced them instantly.
For the first time in a long while, he felt genuine strain.
He blinked backward repeatedly until he finally broke through the encirclement, landing far from the center of chaos.
He staggered slightly.
His breathing was heavy now.
Each inhale burned.
Sweat ran down his temple.
He wiped blood from his side and looked at his trembling hand.
"I almost got caught," he murmured.
The clones did not pursue immediately.
They stood there, surrounding the center like silent guardians.
He lowered his head for a moment. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
And memories surfaced.
A younger version of himself standing alone in the Assassin Plane.
Surrounded by his own clan.
Blades drawn.
Eyes filled with killing intent.
They had cornered him then.
He had felt death breathing against his neck.
He had smiled.
He had fought.
He had killed them all.
One by one.
That was the last time he had felt this close to losing.
He remembered the thrill.
The clarity.
The sharpness of every sound, every breath.
He looked up now at the battlefield in front of him.
The clones.
The endless tentacles.
The overwhelming pressure.
A slow smile spread across his face again.
"This is it," he whispered.
His heartbeat steadied.
His fear melted into excitement.
"This is the fight I’ve been waiting for."
He rolled his shoulders, green mana flaring brighter than before.
"Just like before," he muttered. "I’ll get through this."
He raised his dagger.
Green light burst outward, scattering dust and blood.
His grin turned wild.
"Here I go!"
