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

Chapter 158: Chapter158-Beginning the Plan



In the shocked eyes of Henry and the others, Owen reached through the teleportation beam, gripping the swan-like neck of the Carolingian Kingdom princess tightly, lifting her effortlessly like a chick.

The princess's neck was crushed inward by Owen's grasp, her lips turning pale as her snow- white legs flailed desperately in the air, rising and falling, but she could not escape Owen's iron grip.

As the teleportation beam shattered, Owen's powerful hand squeezed tighter, making her neck bones creak, and her face turned purple from the extreme lack of oxygen.

Her expression grew increasingly horrified as a surge of deathly urgency welled up within her. She had never imagined that Owen could shatter an already activated teleportation beam.

Void teleportation was an incredibly profound skill, and even a master-tier mage could barely grasp this level of power.

To create a teleportation scroll that could span such vast distances, one had to be at least a grandmaster-tier mage.

Ordinarily, even a grandmaster-tier mage would not have time to stop a suddenly activated space teleportation array.

But now, Owen not only reacted quickly but also used some means to distort and neutralize the spatial power of the teleportation scroll.

"I've already said, all of you are my captives. Until I allow it, no one is permitted to leave. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

Owen's already cold eyes seemed to transform into those of a beast ready to devour, and his right hand gripped even tighter.

Instantly, the killing intent radiating from Owen spread like a cold tide, making everyone present tremble uncontrollably.

As this cold and ruthless killing intent washed over her, the princess's pupils contracted sharply, and her already weak aura began to plummet.

Her snow-white neck felt unbearably suffocated, and the scent of death grew ever closer.

With Owen's gaze full of killing intent upon her, her eyelids quivered in fear, and tears began to roll down her cheeks.

The fear of death was like a heavy punch, shattering the pride she once held. Trembling, she said,

"M-Mr. Owen, I... I know I was wrong. I won't try to escape again!"

She knew all too well how terrifying Owen's power was and how ruthlessly he acted. Now, in his hands, he would surely kill her to set an example.

But she didn't want to die. As a princess, she had lived a life of luxury, enjoying all the splendors of the world.

To die at the hands of Owen, this native, was something she could not accept.

But despite her pleas, Owen remained unmoved, his grip on her neck tightening further.

Blood trickled from the princess's mouth, her spirit waning as if she were drowning, desperately pleading,

"Owen... Mr. Owen, please let me go. I know I was wrong. I'll do anything you ask..."

"I'm the princess of the Carolingian Kingdom. I can help you ease relations with Middle Earth.

I can help you increase your power, enter Middle Earth, I... I can even..."

Before she could finish, Owen's hand exerted more force. With a crack, the sound of bones breaking echoed, and the princess's neck was snapped.

Her head drooped lifelessly, and her aura faded instantly as she fell.

The sudden and brutal death of the princess caused Henry and the others to feel as though a layer of ice had formed over their hearts.

Owen's previous ruthlessness had already terrified them to their core, and now, even when faced with the desperate pleas of such a beautiful woman as the princess, he remained unmoved, killing her without hesitation.

This merciless act of cruelty made them feel as if they were staring directly into the eyes of a demon.

After all, before they came here, they had thought this would be a simple task, with the only potential issue being the division of interests regarding the Supreme Order with Kaldan.

They had never expected that, after arriving with such momentum from Middle Earth, they would meet their defeat at Owen's hands.

The fact that the princess of the Carolingian Kingdom failed to escape even after activating the space teleportation scroll left nearly all the elite youths gasping in shock.

Their respect and fear of Owen deepened.

After all, the spatial power contained within a teleportation scroll could only be created by a grandmaster-tier mage proficient in spatial magic.

It was a rare and vital life-saving item, yet it seemed to be rendered useless before Owen.

At this moment, they stared at Owen, feeling a surreal sense of disbelief.

As they gazed at him in awe, Owen casually slipped off the transparent silk gloves covering his hands and stored them in his storage ring, his eyes narrowed in thought.

With his current power, Owen could not have originally interrupted spatial forces.

However, the Fate Store contained an item that could neutralize spatial forces: the Void- Devouring Gloves.

These special gloves, made from the silk of the rare void-devouring worms, could negate spatial forces.

If the Carolingian Kingdom's princess had escaped, it would have interfered with Owen's next steps and might have bolstered the rebellious spirit among Henry and the others.

To completely crush their morale, Owen spent 2,000 fate points in the Fate Store to purchase these gloves, which neutralized spatial forces and allowed him to kill the princess.

Now, it seemed that the gloves' ability was not only powerful but could also disrupt even fully formed spatial channels, causing them to shatter.

Seeing the fear in Henry and the others' eyes, fear that now lingered deep within their hearts like a shadow, Owen nodded slightly in satisfaction and said,

"Now, does anyone else want to try escaping?"

Looking at the corpses lying at Owen's feet, Henry and the others shook their heads

repeatedly, their spirits trembling as they replied,

"We are willing to follow Mr. Owen's orders!"

Faced with Owen's absolute power, they had no choice but to submit.

Owen looked at them and saw the fear that had taken root in their hearts, nodding

approvingly,

"Very good. Then, let's all head back to Ironkeep for now. I have some matters to discuss with Stanley before we depart."

...

"What? You're planning to go to Melodic Academy in Middle Earth to capture someone?"

Inside Ironkeep, Stanley couldn't help but cry out in shock after hearing Owen's plan, his face

full of disbelief.

Although Owen had displayed extraordinary power before, impressing Stanley during the battle within the city, and filling him with admiration, Stanley was well aware of the terrifying strength of Middle Earth and knew that Owen's current level of power would be no

match for the forces of Middle Earth.

Moreover, he was planning to provoke a massive entity like Melodic Academy!

Stanley's shock and confusion were entirely within Owen's expectations. Owen calmly

analyzed,

"I've killed four Protectors. My relationship with some factions in Middle Earth has already reached a point of no return, with no chance for reconciliation."

"Even though the bronze teleportation gates between Middle Earth and the outside world make it difficult for sage-tier mages to come through, if grandmaster-tier powerhouses keep appearing, I'll be hard-pressed to handle them. So, rather than sitting here and waiting for death, I might as well take the initiative and buy myself some time."

When Owen made the decision to eliminate Kaldan and the Protectors, he had already formulated a grand plan in his mind.

Choosing Melodic Academy had an additional advantage-there were rumors that they possessed clues to the next fragment of the Godslayer Staff.

The power of the Godslayer Staff had become increasingly apparent as Owen's strength grew,

revealing its true might as a legendary artifact.

Whether it was the Supreme Sword, the Guardian Shield, or the Godslayer Staff itself, each had provided Owen with significant assistance.

If the Godslayer Staff could be further unsealed, its power would undoubtedly increase greatly, potentially unlocking a special form that would rapidly enhance Owen's combat

abilities.

For Owen, quickly boosting his combat power was now the only way to survive.

After all, Middle Earth's forces had set their sights on him, and they only respected strength

and valued their own interests.

With so much to gain from Owen, they would undoubtedly pursue him like a pack of wild

dogs.

Strengthening his power wasn't something that could be accomplished overnight; the fastest method was to gather the fragments of the Godslayer Staff.

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