Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Violina joined her familiars in the air before crashing to the ground next to Zach. She rubbed her solar plexus. Even after Zach protected her with a barrier, Monolith's strike still knocked the air out of her and left her with a blooming bruise.

This Named underworlder was not to be trifled with. He had even brushed off Zach's familiars with ease.

Zach was at a loss as he watched first Nessa and her familiars, then Dukiel and his familiars, and lastly, Anerias and his familiars get beaten up and tossed away. Rather than amazement at Monolith's strength, the only question on Zach's mind was,

"Why doesn't he kill us?" He asked.

The others, who had not received Zach's barriers since he had to test something out, sure felt like Monolith had tried. They could hardly move, and every time they tried, pain shot through their bodies.

"...You're right. If they have guys like this, the Underworld can win this fight right now. What are they doing?" Violina questioned angrily. She felt weak and powerless in front of Monolith, but that wasn't why she was frustrated. From a strategic point of view, the Underworld's actions didn't make any sense.

"Let's say he does kill us, let's say he kills all the students, what then?" Dukiel countered.

"What do you mean 'what then'? Isn't it over?" Anerias asked.

"Our lives will certainly be over. We will have lost the fight. However…"

"That doesn't mean they have won." Nessa finished what Dukiel was saying.

Zach, Nessa, Anerias, Dukiel, Violina, and the other students were only a fraction, no, less than a fraction of the surface's forces. They didn't even represent a single percent.

For the Underworld, getting rid of the students wasn't a victory.

In fact, right now, it might be better for the Underworld to keep them alive but in check since the principal had effectively stopped anyone else from interfering. They could try to breach the surface somewhere else, but the where wasn't important.

What was important was what they could do by breaching the surface. The ground around the Academy was also important.

And if they tried somewhere else, the principal would either beat them down himself or just send the students there. It wouldn't change anything.

So, while the students risked their lives using the Underworld as a whetstone, the Underworld used the students' activities as shelter to prepare and build up its strength.

Monolith and the other Named underworlders of his level of strength could trim the number of students just to keep them even more in check. But there was no real need for it. That didn't mean it wouldn't happen.

Not all the underworlders were as seemingly expressionless as Monolith or biased toward the students like Jigak. The students had to assume that there were underworlders with mentalities similar to Mursoth among the stronger ones.

The next one they meet might be as strong as Monolith but with none of the restraint. Or they might hold a grudge for all the underworlders and the Named that the students had already killed. Or their mission might be to fight the students.

That wasn't what Monolith was doing.

Monolith was keeping the students from entering the Underworld. He didn't need to kill them for that. It would make it easier, but Monolith didn't need it. He barely needed to hit the students to send them flying.

If he killed them at once, who was going to keep him company until his mission was over?

He didn't really need company. But some entertainment was nice since he would be spending at least a few months on the surface. Unlike in the Underworld, where he could pass the time by training, Monolith couldn't do that during a mission.

Zach and the others looked at Monolith in silence. He held their lives in limbo. Whether they lived or not was up to him should they decide to attack him again. It was only natural. They attacked with the intent to kill, after all.

But it was an uncomfortable feeling to have someone else play with their lives like that.

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Zach scrunched up his nose at the thought. Wasn't the principal also playing with their lives?

He stood up. Zach rolled his neck and shoulders and stretched his body.

"I'm going again. After that, we should focus on training." Zach left without waiting for an answer. He needed to vent some frustration.

How the

fuck

were they supposed to kill the Great Ugor when he had guys like Monolith working for him?

It had been a distant goal difficult to visualize the difficulty of when they first encountered the Underworld and the principal told them about it in the first year at the Academy. But the closer they got, the further away it seemed.

The Great Ugor would almost certainly be stronger than Monolith, Jigak, and whatever other underworlders he had up his sleeves. But Zach could not see himself defeating Monolith any time soon. Your next read awaits at empire

Zach had worked harder than he had ever thought was possible the last year. Without Alzara's medicine and potions and the world essence energy, working as hard as he had would have crippled him. His ligaments and tissues would have broken down and been unable to recover within at least several years.

He had trained his body and pushed it to its utmost limits without rest for several months straight. He had made sure to get enough sleep since he had learned during his first two years at the Academy about the importance of that. But no more than absolutely necessary.

Still, he did not think he was strong enough to defeat the Great Ugor.

The principal was sick and twisted to set this kind of unachievable goal. Their graduation hinged on doing the impossible. They might as well never graduate.

Unfortunately, it was no use bringing this up to the principal. The only thing Zach could do was release all his bottled-up frustration on the confused Monolith.

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