The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe Chapter 251: She Wasn’t Really a Person. She Was a Thing

Benjamin’s POV

Finally... the air had fallen into an almost unnatural quiet, the kind of heavy silence that settles only after absolute devastation has swept through everything in its path.

But the plain stretching out for miles in every direction had transford into a living, miniature apocalypse.

Roaring rivers of bright orange magma snaked and bubbled through what used to be lush green grass, their glowing surfaces hissing and popping as they carved fresh paths across the ruined land.

The earth itself looked parched and dried out, its surface cracked into jagged black plates that stretched endlessly, so sections still smoking faintly from the intense heat that had scorched everything.

And then there was that enormous crater dominating nearly seventy percent of the entire battlefield.

What the hell had Leodog unleashed? 10,000,000 Power Stones or sothing...

From where I stood at the edge, I could sense its depth reaching roughly six hundred ters straight down, a yawning pit whose sheer wideness made my stomach twist.

Wide enough to form a proper lake.

You could probably fit several full-sized mansions inside it with room to spare, its walls glowing faintly with residual heat while thin trails of steam curled upward from the cracked stone.

All the Children—the endless swarms of grotesque parasitic titans—had been completely wiped out by Leodog’s ridiculous attack.

If not for my barrier, the entire Fairylynch kingdom would have been erased, nothing left behind to even prove that a floating fairy realm had once hovered gracefully in this area.

The thought made my chest tighten as I kept walking slowly across the destroyed ground, my Vaelora-made boots crunching over blackened shards of earth that still radiated warmth.

My [Imaginary Barrier] had been working overti without any break, pushing itself to its absolute limit to shield the still-lively and vibrant green forest behind .

The effort left my bones feeling strangely heavy, as if soone were slowly fusing adamantium straight into them, a deep, grinding pressure that pulsed with every step I took across the wasteland.

Even the numbered Titans, those powerful Borns that had caused so much chaos, seed to have finally perished once and for all.

I couldn’t feel their distinctive life forces anymore—the brimming, unnatural energies that had once pulsed like beacons were simply gone.

And though the Eldest Born was still clinging to existence, she had been fatally wounded by both the cataclysmic explosion and D’Lion’s final, devastating strike straight to her chest.

Though, I didn’t fully understand why D’Lion and Leodog kept being so dramatic about "dying a little."

As long as I had enough magic left to materialize them again, I could summon them back forever.

They treated every serious injury like the end of the world, yet here I was, still standing after redirecting most of that apocalyptic force.

Lazy.

Anyway, I was currently walking alone across the destroyed land, moving far, far away from the vibrant and green forest of Fairylynch, my steps deliberate and asured over the cracked, blackened terrain.

The distant trees and vines behind looked almost untouched in comparison, a stark green oasis against the scorched ruin surrounding .

I... was going to finish her. The Eldest Born.

I had seriously planned to step in at so point during the battle and personally execute the her myself.

But those two Beastkin demigods had to dial everything up to cosmic levels, turning a tough fight into sothing that nearly swallowed the whole continent.

And then, in the end, the Eldest Born had proven strong enough to even kill a demigod—she would have snapped clean in two without much effort.

My regenerative ability inside [Beast Demigod] only handled wounds on a not-so-serious scale. If sothing broke in half, I would actually die for real.

But right now she was down, holding on by just a thin thread, nothing more than a sitting duck waiting for the final blow.

Her life force—that distinctive brimming white glow I had learned to sense like one of the anomalies—kept dwindling steadily, flickering like a bulb on the verge of burning out completely.

I kept moving forward, boots scraping against loose debris as I approached the smaller crater nestled beside the massive main one and its sheer cliff-like edge.

This smaller crater had ford when the Eldest Born desperately gathered thick, vine-like structures from her own shifting body and used them as a makeshift do to shield herself in that final flash of the explosion.

The sight made sothing twist uncomfortably inside my chest. It felt... bad. Almost wrong.

Trying to kill sothing that had fought so hard in those last monts just to keep living.

But she wasn’t really a person.

She was a thing.

A dangerous, parasitic thing that I and Titania had unwittingly helped gave rise to, sothing that viewed every other living being simply as food or a potential host.

Ending her was my responsibility, plain and simple.

I reached the rim of the smaller crater and paused, looking down into its shallow depths.

There she was; the trembling and fidgeting woman, completely alone now.

She lay on her back near the center, her body still mostly destroyed after the damage the battle had forced upon her.

Her golden pupils stared blankly upward at the darkened sky with that sa dead, empty expression she had always worn.

The heavy smoke from Leodog’s attack had completely shaded the already dimming sun orb of Fairylynch, casting everything in a gloomy, ashen twilight.

Wait... this stuff drifting down from the massive clouds had to be bad for people.

It felt like microscopic soot slowly settling across my skin, a fine, irritating dust that made my throat feel slightly scratchy.

Fallout? Maybe.

The kind of lingering aftermath that could poison the land for years if left unchecked.

Even when I appeared, walking into the crater without bothering to hide my footsteps—my boots crunching loudly on loose stones and cracked earth—she remained completely still, alone, her gaze fixed on that dark, smoke-choked sky above.

She didn’t turn her head, and she didn’t react at all to my presence.