Welcome to the Innocent World Chapter 294: Summoning Alpha

The beach had beco a place where hope and fear fought for control.

Hundreds of monsters stood in the shallow surf and on the wet sand, goblins with yellow eyes and crooked teeth, tall horned beasts with cracked skin, flying creatures circling overhead with bat wings and spiked tails, snake-like things slithering forward. Their weapons glinted under the moon: rusty swords, spiked clubs, long spears, hooked chains. The air slled of saltwater, blood, and sothing sour and rotten.

The crowd had backed up so far they were pressed against the dunes and the first row of villas. So people were crying quietly. Others stood frozen, hands over mouths, staring at the army that had just walked out of the sea. Phones were still up, but hands shook clung to their partners. A woman hugged her man so tight he started to cry.

A flying monster with long wings and a barbed tail hovered above the front line. It looked down at , red eyes glowing, and laughed.

"What are you raising your hand for?" it called, voice rough and mocking. "As if that’s gonna change sothing for you, Zero."

I smirked, exhaling slow. "Ohh, is that so? You think I am doing this for ti pass?"

The goblin with the scar stepped forward, grinning wide.

"Even if you’re stronger than us," he said, "with all our forces together on you and you so tired and drained—what makes you think you stand a chance?"

Another goblin giggled, teeth flashing. "Haha, that’s right!"

They clashed their blades together *clang clang clang* a slow, mocking rhythm as they started walking toward , smirks growing wider.

The people behind panicked. "Too many... there’s too many..." "We’re dead..." "Zero can’t fight all of them..."

A teenage girl started crying. Her boyfriend pulled her close. "Stay back," he whispered. "Just stay back."

I stood alone on the wet sand, black coat torn and dusted, sword gone but aura humming low around . My body ached—every muscle burned, my chest tight from the drain of the last fight. I was tired. Really tired. I needed rest. I needed... sothing more than rest. Lyra and Afa were gone, taken to safety, and the thought flashed again: *I need to feel an orgasm and a woman in my arms. I need it now.* Without it, this army was going to roll right over and everyone else.

But I wasn’t running. I wasn’t hiding.

I rembered a quiet evening a few months back. Walking beside Alpha toward my hotel, her pink hair swaying in the breeze, hands in her pockets, calm as always.

I’d asked her sothing casual. "What if we’re far from you?"

She’d looked at with those ancient eyes.

"Doesn’t matter," she said. "Just yell out my na with all your heart. We’ll co to you in an instant."

I’d nodded slowly. "Alright, as you say, miss..."

Now, on this beach, with monsters closing in and the crowd behind panicking, I took a deep breath.

The flying monster laughed again. "Look at him. He’s too tired to even move."

The goblin with the scar stepped closer, blade raised. "Let’s eat him first. Fresh hero at!"

I raised my right hand high above my head.

The air around shifted. My aura flared brighter—black-purple light washing over the sand, pushing back the red glow from the monsters. The hum started low, then grew, deep and powerful, vibrating in everyone’s bones. The goblin paused, grin faltering.

The beach had beco a frozen stage under the moon.

Waves rolled in slow and heavy, the only sound left besides the nervous breathing of hundreds of people. The monsters—goblins, horned beasts, flying creatures, snake-like things—had stopped their advance. Their weapons were still raised, eyes glowing red, but every single one stared at now, waiting. The air felt thick, like the night itself was pressing down.

I stood alone on the wet sand, black coat torn and dusted, sword raised high in my right hand. My body ached every muscle burned, lungs tight, aura flickering low after the long fight. I was drained, bone-tired, running on fus. But I wasn’t done.

I looked up at the flying monster hovering above the front line, its bat wings beating slow, red eyes narrow.

"Well, let’s see if it really works or not, like she asked to," I said, smirking, voice carrying over the waves.

The flying monster tilted its head, spiked tail flicking. "She? You’re really up to sothing."

I closed my eyes.

The cold wind brushed my face, salty and sharp. I felt the sand under my boots, the distant crash of waves, the fear behind like a living thing. I pushed it all away. Focused inward. On the deep pull I’d felt since Alpha first spoke those words months ago.

I took a long, slow breath.

Then I yelled with everything I had left.

"Alpha!! My shadow mystic! I, your leader Zero... summon you to !!"

The words echoed over the beach, loud and clear.

Silence. Absolute silence.

The monsters blinked. The crowd held its breath. Even the waves seed to pause.

A goblin with a scarred face snorted, stepping forward.

"Heh! Seems like you just started blabbering nonsen—"

His head slid off his shoulders mid-word.

A black streak flashed from the dark sea, fast as lightning. The goblin’s body dropped with a wet *thud*, blood spraying across the sand. The blade that did it landed beside with a soft *thunk*, buried halfway in the ground.

Dust and debris swirled up in a small cloud. Then it settled. She stood there.

Tall, slim, black tight dress hugging her body like a shadow made cloth. Long pink hair flowed behind her in the wind, catching the moonlight like silk. A sleek black sword rested in her hand, the edge still wet with goblin blood. Her eyes—deep purple, calm and ancient—t mine.

"I’m sorry, Master," Alpha said, voice smooth and quiet. "I’m 0.8 seconds late."

The wind tugged at her hair, making it dance. The beach stayed silent for one more heartbeat.

Then the monsters hissed. The flying one screeched. Goblins snarled, raising weapons. The crowd gasped their breathe.