Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 154 - Laugh while you kill

"This insolent—!"

Orion's jaw tightened the moment he saw the grin on Kyle's face as he turned toward Ruvina, clearly ignoring him.

For the first time, he felt... poked.

A flicker of something darker passed through his eyes.

The second level of his Qi Resonance had activated.

The suppression grew heavier. The air around them warped, pressure coiling like a dragon ready to descend.

Swish—

The ground cracked beneath his feet as he drew in a breath—not of air, but raw Qi.

The sound that followed was like thunder rumbling from within.

And then—he let it explode.

His presence multiplied, doubled, then tripled in a blink.

The resonance howled like a tempest, no longer subtle but violent—invisible blades crashing against Mialthara's skin.

"!"

"Kurgh—stop, Prince—?!"

She gasped.

Her knees buckled. Her spine twisted slightly under the sudden surge. Her fingernails dug into her palm as she forced herself upright.

Even with her extraordinary tolerance, she couldn't absorb that kind of growth without consequences.

Her heartbeat raced. Her bones screamed. Blood leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Damn these idiot royals...

In that moment, Mialthara truly felt the burden of dealing with the bloated egos of royalty.

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A prime example stood before her—reckless, self-absorbed Prince Orion.

"Get out of my sight," Orion said coldly. His voice deeper, sharper than before—he was done talking.

The weight shifted again.

This time, it wasn't just pressure.

It was force—a mountain-sized hammer slamming straight onto Mialthara's knees, compelling her to kneel.

She staggered.

But just before her knees hit the ground, she whispered—

"You shouldn't have done that."

Snap.

The sound echoed like a death sentence.

And instantly—he felt it.

"!"

Badump—

"Urgh—wh-what—?"

A twisting sensation gripped his chest. Like needles swimming through his veins. His heart clenched violently.

His breath caught.

His eyes widened as he stumbled, clutching his chest.

"You—what did you—?"

His words were cut off as he dropped to one knee.

"Khwackk—Urgh—"

Blood exploded from his lips.

Damn these young men...

Mialthara calmly wiped the blood from her eyes—though in truth, it didn't fall. It returned, flowing backward, reabsorbed into her body, as her eyes shone—not like rubies, but pure blood.

"Your Qi suppression might've worked on others, Prince," she said, rising tall, her voice unreadable. Her narrowed eyes flicked to him, deciding whether to end it here.

"But I specialize in what lies beneath the skin. Tell me—what do you think happens to your brain, your heart, your entire body... when your blood turns to crystal?"

"Yo—! Blooddemoness!?"

Orion snarled. The veins on his neck bulged. His body trembled in pain and fury.

He could feel it.

For the first time... humiliation.

His brother and two ministers, kneeling at a distance, stared at him in horror.

He—Prince Orion—was on his knees.

Not dead. Not yet. But defeated. Humiliated.

And for someone like Princess Aleriana to secure the Blooddemoness's loyalty?

It meant something. Something beyond the surface.

Something that forced even her to risk offending royalty.

Orion's pride twisted, but so did his mind. He had to act quickly.

His voice came low, hesitant—desperate.

"I'll give you anything, Blood—"

"Oh? Anything? How generous."

But it wasn't Mialthara who responded.

It was Kyle.

He stepped in, clasping his hands, eyes closed like a merchant sizing up a foolishly rich customer.

A grin playing on his lips, voice like a snake-oil scammer.

'Tch, tch. His image's ruined,' Kyle thought, smirking as he gazed down at Orion on his knees.

'I should've let him have more screen time.'

The smart, ruthless prince arc?

Gone before it began.

Even the creator—it seemed—had no plot armor planned for him.

If Orion had been introduced later, maybe things would've turned spicy. Maybe he'd have left a mark.

But now?

Now he looked like an insect crushed on the floor.

Immortal? No.

'Maybe I am the real MC of this world now.'

And who knows... maybe he always was.

"Step aside, Mortal!" Orion howled, enraged—yet he wasn't in a state where he could even lift a finger, let alone form a coherent thought. All his Qi was focused near his heart, trying to shield it from the crushing force of his own blood, which pressed in from all directions. It was a terrifying testament to just how overwhelming that woman's strength truly was.

"...Mialthara, tell him," Kyle muttered, realizing Orion wasn't about to have a proper man-to-man conversation. So he simply gestured for Mialthara to speak on his behalf—let her be the one to tell Orion who the real man here was.

"Prince, hear Kyle's words," Mialthara said, her voice laced with a tired neutrality. She was already far too entangled in this conflict. The last thing she wanted was more hassle. Her focus was on growth—on getting stronger.

Kyle had made her feel stagnant... but he had also promised her the secrets of the Blood Domain, even the location of the Blood Crystal.

So she buried the bitterness he stirred in her and delivered his message to Orion.

"What!?—Y-You—" Orion stammered, reeling. He'd believed all along that the one the Blood Demoness had sworn her loyalty to was Princess Aleriana. But now... the way Mialthara followed Kyle's words without hesitation—it was clear. The one in command was Kyle Arcutus.

"Hey, why do you call him 'Prince' and just call me 'Kyle'? Show some respect too, old lady. Maybe try 'Master'?" Kyle tilted his head, flashing a smug grin at Mialthara, who narrowed her eyes in clear irritation. She wasn't in the mood to play games. She just wanted this over with.

"Fine. Orion, listen to him."

Tch. You'll call him by title but never call me with even a shred of respect, huh?" Kyle scoffed, shaking his head. He could already see it—if he pushed the drama too far, he'd just look like a clown. So he let out a sharp breath, his smile fading.

Then, without another word, he knelt—seated on his toes—reaching out to grab a fistful of Orion's hair.

"Urgh, how dare—" Orion was beyond enraged, considering he did not accept this clown grabbing his hair like this.

For a mere mortal without any strength, relying on a woman, this was all too infuriating.

Orion also stretched out his hand, but it flicked the moment he heard Kyle's words.

"They're dead, Orion…

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GoNe. wItHout. You. Even. knowinG.

tElL mE…

aRe yOu bLiNd? oR jUsT sO sWiNe-drUnK oN yOuR oWn dElUsIoNs tHaT yOu cAn'T sEe—

tHe. fUcKiNg. mOrTaL. jUsT. dEsTrOyEd. yOuR. dReAmS. aNd. iS. aBoUt. tO. tUrN. tHiS. wOrLd. iNtO. yOuR. GRAVE."