Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 10 - Saving Nyra from Doing Stupidity

Astasia’s breathing ca in ragged gasps as her sword remained completely immobilized between the succubus’s delicate fingers.

The holy aura that had blazed so brilliantly monts before now flickered like a dying candle, her divine power utterly ineffective against this demon’s overwhelming strength.

Normally, divine power is known to suppress demonic energy, following the sa principle as how divine energy—even with its concentration being like ink—could spread across the water.

But the issue here was that the water was an ocean and the ink was just a drop.

"Whatever, So I was saying, do you know what I like most?" the succubus had whispered, her breath hot against Astasia’s helt as she leaned closer. "It’s to see despair form on won’s faces when they get jealous of ."

Before Astasia could react, the demon’s free hand shot upward with lightning speed.

CRACK!

Her fingers struck the side of Astasia’s helt with the force of a battering ram, and the blessed silver armor that had protected her through countless battles shattered like glass.

"AHHH!" Astasia’s scream tore through the battlefield as she was launched skyward, her armored form spinning through the air like a broken doll.

’N-no... I need to save him,’ she thought, her golden eyes wide with terror as the ground rushed up to et her. Yet in that swaying mont in her line of sight, she saw the man’s figure to whom she still had to tell sothing very important.

BOOOOOOMMMMM!

The impact created a crater fifty feet wide, sending shockwaves that knocked nearby debris flying. Dust and smoke billowed upward in a massive plu, obscuring the devastation.

Astasia’s gleaming armor clinked and scraped against the stone as her body bounced once, twice, before coming to rest in the center of the newly ford pit.

Blood trickled from beneath her cracked helt, staining the silver tal crimson. Her breathing was shallow, labored—she was alive, but just barely.

Raven coughed violently, wiping blood from his lips as he struggled to his feet, still dealing with the aftereffects of getting punched by a titan hero.

’As expected... she threw Astasia down like she was nothing,’ he thought, his eyes tracking the lazy descent of the succubus who still hovered in the air with those dark wings spread wide.

But even in this mont of absolute despair, his mind was calculating, trying to find a way not to die so soon, or at least put up a struggle here.

His eyes naturally went towards the other crater where that guy had been plumted to the ground. Indeed, Gerath—who knows when—was already lying in a crater without them even realizing he had fallen down before all of them, clearly showing the difference of strength they had against this woman.

’If I can sohow get closer to killing Gerath myself,’ Raven for a mont thought how he should put an end to the titan hero’s misery himself, and then further contemplated, ’Nyra’s loyalty would spike to a hundred percent. Then with the system’s absolute domination ability, I could control her movents, use her speed to create an opening...’

"Fufu~" The succubus’s lodic laughter cut through his thoughts like a blade.

"Are you going to again use that cat woman as your puppet?" she called out, her voice carrying easily across the battlefield.

Raven’s blood turned to ice.

At that mont he knew. She did not read his mind. She probably couldn’t, given his stats for intelligence much greater than hers, with the ability camouflaging his mind with no thoughts.

The only explanation was sothing unbelievable. But for soone who had lived in two worlds and even survived in this one till now, even being this weakest hero, nothing was impossible.

His body trembled as those purple, heart-shaped pupils fixed on him with predatory amusent.

’She didn’t read my mind... she saw the future,’ he thought. Even with closed eyes he could see.

What she just did was not sothing that had happened now but would have happened.

"That word... ’again,’" he muttered, his strategic mind seizing on the detail even through his terror. His suspicion was confird even more.

Though it was initially how she could see the future, but now her words ant she had relived this event before, clearly showing the ability he read inside those web novels being regression. "You’re saying I’ve tried this before, aren’t you?"

The succubus tilted her head, her crimson lips curving into a smile that revealed those delicate fangs. "Oh, you’re quicker than I expected.

Tell , clever little strategist—how many tis do you think you’ve managed to kill ?"

’!’

Hearing her words, he realized that this woman indeed was a regressor. Possessed an ability which allowed her to move through the ti.

Though he did not know what triggers the regression, but given how she asked him about killing her, it ant whenever she dies, she regresses back.

"Not a single ti," he said with grim certainty.

"Correct~" the succubus purred, clapping her hands together in mock delight. "Though you did get close in the last loop.

That was... frustrating."

’Loop... That explains everything—why she’s always one step ahead, why nothing I do ever works,’ Raven thought, pieces clicking into place. As he realized the reason for his strategy always failing against demon army was due to this woman who already knew about what he would do next given her status as a regressor.

But added how she seed so casual about fighting them, it ant her life regression ability was not just a single ti use. She was able to move through the ti after her death multiple tis.

However, the only doubt that remained was how he, soone who can’t even stand against Gerath, be even able to touch this catastrophe level monster at all. But... ’How would I get close last ti...’

From across the battlefield ca a sound that made his mind co out of his thoughts—Nyra’s desperate battle cry. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

The cat-woman materialized from the shadows, her body flickering in and out of visibility as she employed the shadow arts of her people.

She was fast—faster than any normal human could track—but compared to the heroes’ supernatural abilities, she was woefully outmatched.

’She’s going to get herself killed,’ Raven thought. Looking at how desperately his little cat was fighting, he couldn’t help but smile.

But again, having already thought of what he needed to do, he cannot see her dying in front of him. Without a mont of wait, he broke into a sprint, his boots pounding against the ash-covered ground.

The succubus watched Nyra’s approach with the sa detached interest she might show a particularly colorful insect.

She didn’t even bother to defend herself, simply swaying slightly to avoid each desperate strike. Nyra’s claws whistled through empty air again and again, her shadow-step technique useless against an opponent who could predict every move.

"How adorable," the demon murmured as Nyra stumbled, breathing hard from the exertion. "A little pet trying to protect her master."

Raven reached them just as Nyra raised her claws for another futile attack. His arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her small form against his chest in a protective embrace.

’!’

"S-sir—?!"