SSS-Class Overlord: My Harem Rules the Realms (18+)-Chapter 63: Her Again?
Chapter 63: Her Again?
A hollow knock echoed on Ethan’s door, sharp as a rap of knuckles on steel. He froze mid-breath,
his hand still hovering over the glowing interface of his system screen.
Another knock followed. Slow. Precise. Almost deliberate.
A prickle ran down his spine.
He reached for Warlord’s Fang on instinct but hesitated. Whoever this was, they hadn’t broken
down the door or stormed in with weapons drawn. Still... something felt off.
He closed the system panels with a flick of his wrist and called out, voice steady though his pulse
thundered in his ears. "Come in."
The door creaked open, revealing only shadows at first. Then a figure stepped forward—a woman
draped in a flowing cloak as dark as a moonless sky.
The hood cast her face in partial shade, save for a faint glimmer of eyes that seemed almost silver in the lamplight.
A chill rolled through Ethan’s room like a sudden winter wind.
What... the hell is that aura?
It wasn’t just magic. It was the same suffocating presence he’d felt on the battlefield when facing
corrupted beasts—a distorted pressure, like standing too close to a storm.
Without thinking, Ethan’s body reacted.
He lunged backward several paces, slamming a hand onto the hilt of Warlord’s Fang. The blade
hissed as it slid free, swallowing the lamplight into its darkened steel.
Shadows billowed around his legs as he shifted into a combat stance. His silver eyes narrowed.
"Who are you?!" he barked, his voice echoing off stone walls.
The woman didn’t flinch. She simply stood there, tilting her head slightly as though examining
him.
A moment later, Ethan exploded forward, blade cleaving through the air in a deadly arc.
He didn’t even hesitate—no warning strike, no test feint. He went straight for a lethal blow aimed
at her shoulder, intending to end it before this mysterious threat could act.
But the woman lifted her hand—just one finger—and tapped the flat of his blade as if swatting
away an insect.
CLINK.
The sheer force of the rebound blasted Ethan off his feet. His eyes widened as the floor vanished
beneath him, and he crashed backward toward the far wall.
But before his spine could slam into the stone, invisible force wrapped around him like silk
strands. His momentum slowed to a gentle drift, then halted completely mid-air. His limbs hung
suspended, weightless, before he was gently lowered onto his feet.
Ethan staggered, gripping Warlord’s Fang tighter as he stared at her in disbelief.
"Telekinesis..." he muttered under his breath. "But... that was on a level I’ve never seen."
The woman vanished from the spot where she’d been standing. One blink, and she was simply
gone.
A breath later, she reappeared right in front of him. No sound. No swirl of wind. Just sudden
proximity, as if reality itself had skipped a frame.
Her cloak whispered around her legs as she leaned closer. She was close enough that Ethan
could smell something faint and cold, like frost mingled with a sweet floral note he couldn’t place.
She reached out, so casually it was almost intimate, and lifted Ethan’s chin with one delicate
finger.
Her touch was cool but sent a shiver shooting down his spine.
When she finally spoke, her voice was low and velvety, carrying a faint accent Ethan couldn’t
place. "You’ve gotten way stronger than the last time... hmm?"
Ethan’s eyes widened.
"Last time...?" he rasped.
He tried to jerk his chin away, but her grip tightened just slightly, firm enough to remind him that
she could crush him without effort.
He stared into her face, searching for something familiar. The shape of her lips. The glint in her
eyes. The high, elegant cheekbones half-hidden beneath her hood.
Suddenly an image flashed across his mind—a figure standing behind the bandit leader months
ago. Half-hidden, observing. The one whose eyes glowed faintly even in shadow.
His breath caught. "I saw you with the bandits. In the ruins outside Duskwatch. But... you’re not a
mere bandit, are you?"
She chuckled—a soft, throaty laugh that seemed far too pleased with itself.
"No... I’m definitely not a mere bandit," she said, eyes twinkling like stars in the dark. "But you’re frёewebηovel.cѳm
not ready to know who I am. Not yet."
Ethan glared at her, trying to wrest his chin free, but she didn’t budge. His arms flexed, knuckles
white around his sword hilt.
"Don’t play games with me. Who the hell are you?" he hissed.
She leaned closer still, so close her breath ghosted across his cheek. He could see the faintest
trace of a tattoo or mark along her throat, partly hidden beneath the collar of her cloak.
"Hmm... let’s just say," she whispered, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial hush, "you’ll need
me in the future, Mr. Saviour."
Ethan’s mind recoiled.
Mr. Saviour? How the hell does she know about my title...?
Before he could demand answers, her hand dropped from his chin.
Her eyes softened for a brief instant, as though pitying him. "Until next time, Ethan Graves."
Then she began to dissolve into mist, particles of pale light swirling off her cloak and vanishing
into the air. In the span of a few seconds, there was nothing left. No trace she’d ever been there.
Silence crashed over the room like a wave.
Ethan remained standing there, sword still raised, breathing ragged. Sweat rolled down his temple
and dripped onto the floor.
He staggered back two steps, lowered Warlord’s Fang, and planted the tip into the floor for
support.
"Shit..." he murmured.
He wiped his mouth, his hands trembling as adrenaline coursed through him.
His system flickered to life on its own, screens popping up as if reading his turmoil.
[NEW ENTRY: Unidentified Woman.]
[Status: Unknown. Affiliation: Unknown.]
[Threat Level: S.]
[Warning: Interference with system protocols detected.]
Ethan stared at the text, chest rising and falling.
She messed with my system...? How? Nobody’s supposed to touch this...
He dropped into the nearest chair, burying his face in his hands. Every nerve felt raw, his mind
spinning.
He couldn’t shake her voice. Or that amused, confident smile. The way she’d called him "Mr.
Saviour."
And worst of all—the undeniable feeling that everything he’d been fighting so hard for... was only
the surface of something far deeper.
After a long silence, he exhaled shakily and spoke to the empty room.
"I have to get stronger. Whoever she is... she’s tied to all of this. And I’m going to find out why."
He lifted his head, eyes burning with resolve.
Outside, the moon rose higher, casting pale silver across Calsoz’s rooftops. Somewhere, hidden
in those shadows, the mysterious woman was out there.
And Ethan knew this was far from over.
This chapt𝙚r is updated by fr(e)ew𝒆bnov(e)l.com