Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

Chapter 175: Chapter175-The Insanely Powerful Owen?

Chapter 175: Chapter175-The Insanely Powerful Owen?

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One million fate points-enough to directly purchase the Advanced upgrade of Supreme Order.

The current entry-level version of Supreme Order had already provided Owen with a tremendous boost.

Without this [Order] as an aid, he wouldn't have been able to stand against those Protectors from Middle Earth.

If Owen had the advanced version of Supreme Order, the enhancement to his strength would be unimaginable.

Moreover, one million fate points would allow him to buy many strange and powerful items from the system shop, enough to arm himself to the teeth.

As for the universe-tier spell skill, just the thought of it made Owen drool with anticipation.

After all, even the entry-level Supreme Order was only a planetary-tier skill, while the universe-tier was an entire tier higher!

The power and value of such a skill far surpassed that of divine skills.

Its might and rarity couldn't even be measured in fate points!

The key was that this wasn't a random reward but one that Owen could personally choose.

This meant the system's value had indirectly increased again.

With these two combined rewards, there was absolutely no reason for Owen to refuse.

Although the Demon Realm was terrifying, known as the source of evil and chaos, the dark side of light, an irredeemable place of corruption, anyone who entered would have their morals and humanity twisted, willing to do anything for power.

The speed at which one could grow their strength was nearly tenfold or even a hundredfold what it would normally be.

The saying that "corruption makes you ten times stronger" wasn't just a saying.

If others knew that their mortal enemy had entered such a terrifying realm, they would be filled with dread, unable to sleep or eat in peace.

After all, emerging from that realm meant rapidly and terrifyingly enhanced strength, with methods so cruel and horrifying that even the thought of it made one's scalp tingle.

They would stop at nothing to eliminate the threat early.

The thought of this also crossed the minds of Henry and the others.

As prodigies of Middle Earth's top forces, they were naturally aware of the horrors of corruption.

Now, being forced into the same situation as Owen, they couldn't help but quietly send him a telepathic message out of fear for what John might become.

"Owen, this man has already been corrupted. He will surely become a grave threat in the future. It's best to kill him now to prevent future problems!"

"Throughout history, every prodigy who became corrupted has unleashed terrifying bloodshed and caused countless casualties..."

As they urged Owen to take advantage of John's weakened state to kill him, John slowly stood up, glancing at Ymir, who had been forced out of her necklace by the rolling demonic energy emanating from him.

His eyes, devoid of any whites and filled with darkness, were cold and emotionless, like a deep abyss that swallowed all his feelings.

"Do you want to come with me?"

Although these words were spoken out of concern, they were so cold coming from John's mouth that they made Ymir shiver.

Ymir looked at John, sensing that his aura had become increasingly indistinct and difficult to grasp.

It felt as though the John she once knew was already dead, replaced by a shadow composed of chaos, madness, and killing intent.

So, when John extended his invitation, Ymir shook her head in refusal.

"John, come back. You're not too far gone yet; there's still hope for you. But if you fall deeper into this, there will be no turning back..."

Hearing Ymir's refusal, John's already dazed expression seemed to shatter like glass, causing his entire body to tremble.

He thought back to when Ymir had abandoned him, choosing to aid Owen instead, and now, after his humiliating defeat, all Ymir offered was words of comfort without ever stepping in to help.

His heart turned completely cold.

He realized that his mentor's heart had already belonged to someone else.

John, standing alone on the ground, suddenly vanished like a thick shadow, dissolving into the air. Only his cold, emotionless voice echoed through the area as he disappeared. "Owen, the next time we meet will be the day of your death-no one will be able to save you!" John's voice was hoarse and low, like that of a wounded wolf licking its wounds. Upon hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but shiver instinctively.

There was no denying that John's natural talent and strength were exceptional.

Even among the prodigies born in Middle Earth, few would dare to underestimate him.

Now, with him corrupted and filled with such deep resentment and murderous intent, even they couldn't help but worry for Owen.

"Owen, are you really just going to let him go like that?" Henry and the others quickly asked

Owen.

Owen's expression remained calm, but a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to earn a million from nothing?"

Henry and the others exchanged confused looks, unsure of what Owen meant.

It seemed that Owen wasn't taking John seriously at all-this level of confidence was almost

too much.

Anyone who could be seduced by the Demon Realm and become corrupted was without exception a top-tier prodigy.

Coupled with the unique environment of the Demon Realm, their progress would be

lightning-fast.

How did Owen expect to fight against them when the time came?

Owen paid no heed to their concerns. Suddenly, he sensed something and looked sharply toward the sky in the distance.

There, a familiar figure approached-it was Edward, an old acquaintance from Academy City.

Upon arriving in a hurry, Edward's face was somewhat grim, and his eyes were filled with doubt and disbelief.

"Owen, you've really stirred up a huge mess. Did you kill Pyrothrone Kingdom's Prince

Kaldan?"

Owen didn't understand why Edward was so agitated, but he nodded and replied, "Yes, I killed Kaldan and those Protectors. What's going on?"

Rachel and the Dragon Princess scoffed at this, still not believing Owen had the power to kill Joseph, a grandmaster-tier mage.

However, Edward didn't doubt Owen's claim. He frowned deeply and sighed.

"You have no idea. Middle Earth is in an uproar over this. Pyrothrone Kingdom has vowed to

kill you at any cost to avenge Prince Kaldan! This time, they've sent sage-tier experts, and not

just one!"

"There are even rumors that god-tier experts might come!"

As Edward finished speaking, everyone present was shocked.

They all knew Edward, the historian of Academy City, and knew that he wouldn't lie.

If he said so, it meant that the forces of Middle Earth had truly been enraged by Owen and

were determined to settle this once and for all.

To mages outside of Middle Earth, a master-tier mage was already considered the pinnacle of

power, let alone grandmaster-tier, sage-tier, or god-tier experts.

To them, these were beings of legend, terrifying in their power.

Even for mages from Middle Earth, sage-tier and god-tier experts were incredibly rare and

formidable.

In Middle Earth, such beings rarely made appearances. Once they did, no matter how extraordinary Owen was, he would be nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter. However, while everyone else was shaken by this news, Owen remained exceptionally calm. He simply said, "Don't worry. They may talk big, but they won't actually come to the

continent."

Edward frowned, thinking Owen was underestimating the situation. Pyrothrone Kingdom was

a giant even within Middle Earth, and they would take Prince Kaldan's death very seriously.

"Owen, I don't understand where your confidence comes from. While it's true that entering the continent from Middle Earth can cause damage to anyone above the sage-tier through the teleportation array, just one successful arrival would be fatal for you."

"And your possession of the Supreme Order gives them reason enough to take that risk! Are you really counting on luck-that they'll all perish during teleportation?" Owen smiled and confidently patted Edward's shoulder. "I never rely on luck."

After speaking, he turned his attention to Rachel, who was still bound in chains. Rachel had initially felt a glimmer of hope that the arrival of Pyrothrone Kingdom's experts would be her salvation.

But now, as Owen looked at her with a smile, a chill ran down her spine.

She shrank back and warned Owen, "I advise you to give up. Even if you kill me, you won't be

able to force the academy to do anything. If you surrender now, I might leave you a whole corpse. Otherwise, with Pyrothrone Kingdom's temperament, they'll make you wish you were

dead."

Owen didn't bother responding to her threats.

Instead, he reached out and, as easily as lifting a small chick, carried her into a secluded

chamber at the back of the group.

This chamber had originally been prepared as a resting place for Kaldan-luxurious and fully equipped, it blocked all external sights and perceptions.