Reborn as a Transcendent-Chapter 649: Facing Certain Death

Even in the moment of his death, Kareihira couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. Why had his fully unleashed spatial-locking technique done absolutely nothing to Princess? It was as if she was fused with the fabric of space itself—completely immune to being restrained.

The instant Kareihira’s head exploded—struck down by a semi-transparent tail—shock rippled across every face. Their expressions contorted in disbelief and terror. An AA-ranked Transcendent, equal in rank and strength to themselves, had just been annihilated in a single strike. And all it had taken was a casual flick of her aura. That kind of effortless lethality was beyond terrifying.

Looking closer, they saw Yaeger now cloaked in a coat of foxfire—nine ethereal tails swaying ominously in the air behind her. A suffocating aura swept across the battlefield, blanketing everything in dread.

‘S-ranked… and not just any ordinary one!’ Vera 1’s heart dropped.

If escape were an option, she’d be gone already. But they were already mid-assault—too deep to retreat. No… escape wasn’t possible, not within this sealed arena. All they could do now was fight with everything they had—and hope for a miracle.

Even knowing the danger, the others didn’t stop either. [Dark Chariot] charged in at full speed, intent on flattening Yaeger like a persimmon underfoot. What they didn’t know—[Dark Chariot] was already filled with regret. If he could, he’d turn and run. But it was too late—he’d committed all his momentum and couldn’t stop now.

‘Yahweh, please protect me…' In that instant, he offered his fate to the hands of his almighty God. But Heaven gave no answer. A moment later, a translucent fox tail slammed into him with a thunderous crack.

It felt like being struck by a runaway bulldozer—bones shattered, organs ruptured on impact. Then his body disintegrated mid-air—shattered into pieces like glass under pressure.

In the blink of an eye, two AA-ranked Transcendents had been mercilessly slain. The rest stood frozen in terror. They had to escape—no question about it. But even as that thought crossed their minds, it was too late. Their attacks were already in motion—like water spilled, impossible to reclaim.

In that moment, they resembled fanatics rushing headlong toward martyrdom—helpless before their fate. The spectral fox tails lashed out like scythes, claiming lives in a brutal instant. It was a massacre.

In the spectator stands, Vera 17 and 18 stared in horror—faces pale, bodies trembling uncontrollably. They had seen bloodshed before—but never a slaughter like this.

Meanwhile, Little Blue remained composed. Compared to large-scale cosmic warfare, this was hardly impressive.

[Frost Shooter] fell.

[Half-Saint] was obliterated.

[Scissorhands] was torn apart.

[Flaming Lips] burned out.

[Slaughter Bear] was shredded.

[Batman] never landed.

In a matter of seconds, six lives were snuffed out—each more gruesome than the last.

[Smiling Duke] and [Matchless Tempest], positioned farther from the front, managed to halt their charge. Like startled animals, they dove to the side, barely dodging the sweeping tails.

It was a brush with death—far too close for comfort.

Just as the two survivors landed, the combination attack from Vera 1, 2, and 3 was unleashed at last.

“Die!” Vera 1 shouted, seizing the perfect moment as silver light erupted from her palm—unleashing a concentrated blast of deadly energy.

“Interesting.” Yaeger smirked as the silver beam approached, calmly raising her right hand. “Sphere.”

Before she even finished the word, her aura surged outward, forming a perfect spherical barrier around her. A heartbeat later, the silver beam slammed into the barrier with tremendous force.

Silver light exploded outward, blooming like a radiant flower made of light. The resulting blast echoed like thunder— A stunning blossom of silver, beautiful and deadly.

The explosion’s shockwave tore across the arena, flinging combatants through the air like leaves in a storm.

“Pfft!” Vera 1 coughed up blood the moment she regained her balance, her face pale as a sheet. Vera 2 and 3 stood beside her, visibly shaken and just as battered.

“Did it work…?” Vera 1 muttered, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips.

“It has to have worked. That was a full-power joint strike,” Vera 2 replied, trying to convince herself.

“Let’s wait and see…” Vera 3 said quietly, a chill running down her spine. Something felt off.

As the echoes of the blast faded, the lingering dust finally began to settle. All eyes locked onto the epicenter of the blast, filled with hope, dread, and tense anticipation. If Princess had been killed, then survival was still possible.

At that moment, none of them spared a thought for Little Blue, or Vera 17 and 18, who watched from the sidelines.

If Little Blue knew she was being lumped in with 17 and 18—regarded as equally irrelevant—she’d probably blast them all into atoms on the spot.

As the dust fully cleared, a lone figure stood calmly at the center—Yaeger. Untouched, unscathed, not even a speck of dust on her clothing.

“What… How is this possible?!” Vera 1 shouted, eyes wide and pupils trembling in disbelief.

Vera 2 and 3 were equally stunned, their confidence crumbling. They had never imagined their combined might couldn’t even crack her protective shield. That strike was powerful enough to eliminate a freshly ascended S-ranked Transcendent in an instant. So how had she blocked it so effortlessly?

At that moment, a terrifying thought crept into their minds, ‘Is she… SS-ranked?' It was a rank that had long been erased from official records—one so rare that even the original Vera had never faced such an entity.

After all, beings of that magnitude weren’t supposed to exist in this era. And yet, the radiant figure standing before them might very well be one of those monsters.

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The arena fell into an eerie, suffocating silence. Those who remained alive stood frozen, paralyzed by sheer panic. Whatever flicker of hope had lingered in their hearts was now snuffed out—swallowed by complete despair.

With a soft step, Yaeger advanced—shattering the dreadful silence.

“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!” [Smiling Duke] screamed, his face contorted in terror as he turned to flee. He knew escape was impossible—but the desperate instinct to survive had already crushed his reason. It was futile… but he ran anyway.

At the same time, [Matchless Tempest] bolted in the opposite direction. He moved like a blur—fast as the wind itself. “The Tempest Legs I’ve trained for twenty years… are finally worth it today!”

With a powerful leap, [Matchless Tempest] soared upward—his legs seeming to sprout wings as he shot toward the barrier’s top. He alone had noticed something during the earlier chaos.

The earlier explosion had fractured the barrier’s ceiling—creating a manhole-sized gap. Now, he intended to use his wind-powered leap to escape through that opening.

Watching him ascend, Vera 1’s face twisted with despair. They were the ones who had created that gap—yet they couldn’t use it to escape.

In seconds, [Matchless Tempest] reached the breach. His torso cleared the opening as he burst into manic laughter. “Hahaha! I made it!”

But as his laughter echoed, the barrier shimmered blue—and sealed itself shut in an instant. A sickening slice rang out—his body was severed cleanly in half. His agonized scream echoed as the pieces plummeted back into the arena.

At that same moment, Yaeger casually flicked a piece of debris with her fingers. A sickening crack followed—like a melon bursting under pressure. [Smiling Duke] dropped lifelessly to the ground, his skull reduced to pulp. Not far away, [Matchless Tempest]'s mangled remains hit the floor. Both were dead. Instantly, mercilessly.

“You’re next.” Yaeger lowered her hand and smiled brightly—eyes fixed on the trembling trio: Vera 1, 2, and 3.