Reborn as a Transcendent-Chapter 647: Dear Sisters Meet

The moment the Veras laid eyes on the elegant Yaeger in her flowing white dress, their alertness spiked to the highest level. Behind them, the other Transcendents remained in a daze, visibly shaken.

Even now, none of them could comprehend how they had suddenly been brought to this strange arena. The abrupt shift in location had rattled them to the core—panic dulled their thoughts, and fear clouded their instincts.

And now, with Yaeger’s sudden appearance, the surreal nature of the situation only deepened.

“This has to be an illusion!” shouted [Dark Chariot] from America.

“That’s right—an illusion!” [Scissorhands] from Egypt quickly agreed.

The others, upon hearing this explanation, began to regain their composure. The shock that clouded their minds slowly began to lift. They preferred to believe this dazzling beauty was just part of a grand illusion—anything but the reality that they had been truly teleported here.

‘Is this truly an illusion?’ Kareihira from Japan remained skeptical. His ability was tied to the spatial attribute. And when he was pulled into this place, he had distinctly felt a surge of potent spatial energy.

What puzzled Kareihira was the method behind it—how exactly had they been moved? Even the most skilled spatial-type Ability Users he knew of couldn’t perform a feat of this magnitude.

Yaeger was only a Pinnacle Master—it should’ve been impossible for her to do something like this. The longer Kareihira stared at Yaeger, the deeper his doubts grew. At the same time, a strange and overwhelming desire began to stir within him.

As if entranced, he took a step forward. He was gripped by an urge—to approach her, to embrace her, to make her his. A desire that clouded his reason.

“Enough!” At that moment, Half-Saint from India let out a powerful shout that echoed like a gong through the arena. His voice rang out like a sacred bell, snapping every Transcendent back to their senses.

In an instant, the charm-induced haze lifted. Kareihira staggered back, horrified, as sweat poured down his face.

Had he… actually been charmed? Yes—he had been. They all had.

He turned and saw the others frozen mid-step, sweat streaming down their faces—just like him. He wasn’t the only one. Not by far. Even Vera 1, 2, and 3 looked horrified by what had just happened.

Despite being women themselves, even they had been ensnared by the allure of that terrifying beauty—nearly walking straight to their deaths. Had Half-Saint not snapped them out of it, half the team would’ve walked blindly into their graves without even realizing it.

On the far side, Yaeger remained calm on the surface—but a flicker of confusion stirred within her. ‘What’s wrong with these people just now?' From her perspective, it had looked like all twelve were intentionally walking to their deaths.

They’d seemed… hypnotized. Only the man who shouted had stopped after just two steps—everyone else had been about to plunge ahead.

After thinking it through, Yaeger quickly realized the cause. It had everything to do with her abnormally high Charm stat. Normally, Transcendents with such powerful mental fortitude would be completely immune to effects like that. But their mental defenses had been compromised—shaken by panic. That’s why it worked so well.

‘Honestly, is there even a difference between me and a succubus at this point?' Yaeger rolled her eyes in mild exasperation.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena—

“Half-Saint, thank you for snapping us out of that,” Vera 1 said earnestly.

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“No problem. That woman’s no joke. She almost got me too,” Half-Saint replied, trying to sound casual.

In truth, he was still inwardly shaken, his back slick with cold sweat.

“Half-Saint, use your mental strength to break this illusion—now! If we stay here any longer, it’ll be dangerous!” Vera 2 urged.

The others nodded in agreement, their expressions turning serious. Being trapped in an illusion was perilous. One wrong move could mean death.

“Yes, that’s what I was thinking too,” Half-Saint said with a confident nod. The most effective way to destroy an illusion was to overwhelm it with raw mental force. And that happened to be his specialty.

With a low shout, a surge of immense mental energy radiated outward from him, flooding the arena. A moment later, a triumphant smile crept onto his face. ‘Unlucky for you to cross paths with me.’

He was fully confident he’d shatter the illusion in less than five seconds.

‘What’s that guy doing…?’ Yaeger tilted her head, thoroughly puzzled. She also couldn’t figure out why the other twelve suddenly looked so self-assured. Logically, they should’ve still been panicking after being teleported to this place.

They had panicked—briefly. But now they seemed completely fine.

‘No… it’s not just that they recovered. Something about this feels… off.’ The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

This was, in truth, the result of an information gap. After all, none of them could have imagined that the [City of Chaos] possessed the ability to perform mass teleportation. Meanwhile, Yaeger was already used to such phenomena—it no longer surprised her.

Three seconds…

Five seconds…

Ten seconds ticked by in silence.

Cold sweat streamed down Half-Saint’s face. His complexion turned deathly pale, and dread gripped his heart. He had come to a terrifying realization—no matter how far he extended his mental power, he couldn’t find the boundary of this place. Worse yet, every inch of this arena pulsed with eerie, unknowable power. The entire space gave him the chills.

A suffocating sense of pressure hung in the air—oppressive and unnatural. This wasn’t an illusion—this place was real!

Seeing the horror etched across Half-Saint’s face, the others were instantly filled with unease. They still didn’t understand what was happening, but they knew one thing—it was far worse than they had imagined.

“This… this isn’t an illusion!” Half-Saint’s voice trembled as the words left his mouth.

Even though they had tried to brace themselves, hearing those words sent shockwaves through the entire group.

‘So it really isn’t an illusion… Then what kind of place is this? And that energy from before—what kind of teleportation could that have been?’ Kareihira’s pupils shrank as unease crept deeper into his heart.

The other Transcendents were equally stunned, their faces a portrait of disbelief. The intensity of their shock had multiplied tenfold—at the very least.

Vera 1, 2, and 3 could sense it now—everything was going terribly wrong. A vague sense of foreboding took root in their hearts. Vera 1 and 2 exchanged a glance. Understanding the unspoken signal, Vera 2 quickly pulled out her phone to contact the original body.

“What? No signal?” she muttered, disbelief setting in. The screen showed no reception at all.

“It’s useless, you backwater bumpkin. I’ve blocked all external signals from reaching this place.” A playful, almost childlike voice echoed through the arena.

Everyone turned in the direction of the voice—and saw three young girls sitting casually in the spectator stands. The one who had spoken had striking blue hair. Flanking her were two girls with silver hair. All three wore black Gothic dresses, giving them a cute yet strangely ominous appearance.

“This… this can’t be real, right?” Vera 1, 2, and 3 gasped in unison. Because standing before them—without a doubt—were their sisters, Vera 17 and Vera 18!

“Number Eighteen… you’re supposed to be dead!” Vera 1 cried out in shock.

“And Vera 17—what are you doing here?!” Vera 2 added, stunned.

Vera 3 said nothing—but her insides churned as disbelief and horror overtook her. One sister they believed dead, and the other they thought kidnapped by Ronald—yet both were here, alive and well, standing before them.

“Vera 1, 2, 3… we suggest you surrender peacefully,” said Vera 17. Though there was hesitation in their voices, Vera 17 and 18 stood firm. After all, despite everything—they were still family.