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

Chapter 226: Chapter226-System Rewards and Visitors from All Directions

Chapter 226: Chapter226-System Rewards and Visitors from All Directions

?

"Who would have thought he'd rise so quickly and suddenly become a top-tier powerhouse?"

Many of the continent's prodigies, who had once competed with Owen and tried to keep up with him, found themselves twitching with frustration, lost in memories.

"Where did I fall behind?!"

While the entire continent was shocked, Middle Earth experienced unprecedented tremors. Everyone was in disbelief, discussing the event.

After all, this had far exceeded their wildest imaginations. A god-tier mage had actually been slain!

"Owen is simply too outrageous. I used to think the rumors were exaggerated, but now it seems they were far too conservative."

"Owen is still only at the master-tier, yet his combat power is already terrifying. I can't even imagine how frightening his power will be once he undergoes another major transformation."

"Such a towering figure will attract unwanted attention. Owen's strength and talent are monstrous, but there are always greater powers in the world. If he keeps acting so high- profile, he won't be able to survive for long."

While the discussions reached a fever pitch, not every faction was optimistic about Owen. Some quickly calmed down, deciding to remain cautious and observe from the sidelines.

"Rictor once mentioned the God Realm, the true overlord of Middle Earth. What do god-tier mages matter to them? They don't even care. And it seems they've already set their sights on Owen."

"It's not just the God Realm. The Truth Church won't let Owen go either. After all, the Pyrothrone King's queen was born from the Truth Church, and Archbishop Taylor also hails from there."

Compared to a behemoth like the God Realm, the Truth Church was no less formidable, being one of the largest churches in Middle Earth.

On the surface, they appeared as a religious institution, but behind the scenes, they often controlled kingdoms through marriage alliances.

Anyone who defied their will never saw the light of the next day.

Amidst the chatter, Owen paid no attention to the outside world, focusing entirely on the system interface.

With the Pyrothrone King slain and the capital reduced to ruins, the system had marked the mission as complete.

"Congratulations, host, you have earned 300,000 fate points and the Black Origami Crane!"

Aside from the system's established rewards, killing a god-tier mage had also granted Owen a massive wave of experience points.

This tremendous amount of experience would allow Owen to directly level up to grandmaster-tier Lv1.

He could cross an entire major tier, becoming a true grandmaster-tier mage!

However, after a moment of contemplation, Owen decided not to make the breakthrough just yet, choosing to remain at master-tier Lv1 for now.

After taking stock of his rewards, Owen stood amidst the ruins, gazing into the sky.

The battle between the three kings and the Four Great Generals had reached a fever pitch. Although the Four Generals had the advantage of numbers, both Otto and the Gold and Bone Dragon Kings were peak-level powerhouses of their respective bloodlines.

Their combined efforts had pushed the recently advanced Four Generals to a disadvantage, who now struggled to hold their ground through teamwork alone.

At this rate, the Four Generals wouldn't last more than a few hours before being torn apart. The Four Generals clearly understood this and were desperate to turn the tide.

However, the sudden death of their leader, the Pyrothrone King, at the hands of Owen, had dealt them a massive psychological blow, making it difficult for them to even maintain their formation.

The Four Generals had been by the Pyrothrone King's side since his days as a prince, slowly rising through the ranks and receiving his personal favor, which had brought them to their current positions.

To them, the Pyrothrone King was a supreme figure, their king and benefactor for whom they would sacrifice everything.

Yet now, their king had died before their eyes, slain by a mere master-tier mage, Owen.

This devastating blow shattered their resolve.

Unlike their despair, Otto, the Bone Dragon King, and the Gold Dragon King were brimming with excitement.

They had initially helped Owen because they saw his potential and wanted to invest in him, knowing they might need his help in the future.

They had also been looking for a bit of fun, as they were bored.

But they hadn't expected Owen to be this ferocious!

He had casually killed the Pyrothrone King!

Their lighthearted gamble had now led them to form a deep connection with someone who possessed both great power and potential, as well as a strong sense of loyalty.

They had hit the jackpot!

The three kings exchanged glances, seeing the same surprise and determination in each other's eyes. They intensified their attacks, giving the Four Generals no room to breathe.

The more terrifying Owen's talent and strength seemed, the more they wanted to show their sincerity in forming an alliance.

The heads of the Four Generals would serve as perfect offerings.

They believed that if Owen continued to grow, one day they would be the ones looking up to

him!

Boom!

With the three kings now fighting seriously, the Four Generals were rapidly overwhelmed, their blood staining the sky as their magic attacks tore them apart.

The Four Generals had never been a match for the three kings, and now, wounded and demoralized, they were being picked off one by one.

Rip!

Not long after, the Bone Dragon King and the Gold Dragon King teamed up, their dragon claws slicing open the chest of one general, nearly tearing his body in half, revealing white bones and pulsing organs beneath the gaping wound.

Otto then flicked his fingers, and a black feather, sharp as a knife, instantly severed the

general's head.

Another general had fallen.

Instantly, the rain of blood-red petals in the sky grew denser and more vivid, filled with the

stench of death.

Everyone's hearts grew heavier with the oppressive atmosphere.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Two more bursts of sound followed.

The two remaining generals, distracted by the death of their comrade, were swiftly targeted

and obliterated by the three kings.

The consecutive deaths of three generals left the last one trembling in both fury and terror.

No mage who reached god-tier wanted to die.

But as he turned to flee, the combined attacks of the three kings struck him in the back!

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, turbulent mana reduced the area he stood in to a churning

millstone of destruction.

The fourth general had fallen!

"Mr. Owen!"

After quickly eliminating the Four Great Generals, the three kings descended to where Owen

stood among the ruins, their faces alight with smiles and concern.

Their tone and attitude had become much more respectful than before.

"Thank you for your help. Without the three of you, the Pyrothrone Kingdom wouldn't have

fallen so quickly."

Owen noted their change in attitude but still treated them with respect.

After all, the three kings had managed to fight four opponents and had clearly proven

themselves as formidable god-tier mages. More importantly, they had been a great help

today.

The three kings laughed heartily and said, "It was just a small effort, nothing compared to your incredible power! You hid it well-who would have thought we were worrying for

nothing?"

"A master-tier killing a god-tier mage, hahaha! We've witnessed history! Well done, Owen! The younger generation of the dragon race will be proud of you!"

Their words were full of praise. Though they had once been fond of testing and educating Owen, after today's performance, no amount of praise seemed excessive.

He had achieved something that no one had ever done before and might never do again.

At that moment, a group from Middle Earth's Academy City hurried over to Owen, their eyes filled with admiration and respect.

"Mr. Owen, we were busy recording history earlier and failed to announce ourselves. Please

forgive our rudeness!"

The leader of the group, a middle-aged man in a formal suit, straightened his attire and bowed respectfully to Owen, his manner that of a true gentleman.

Owen had always had a good relationship with Academy City on the continent and knew that it

was a branch of Middle Earth Academy City.

Feeling a sense of familiarity, he smiled and expressed his goodwill.