Chapter 271: You are Funny... I Like You

The atmosphere didn’t just grow heavy- it transformed.

The air lost its metallic tang of blood, suddenly smelling of crushed white roses, ozone, and an intoxicating, suffocating sweetness that made the lungs ache. The sky above the clearing warped into a swirling vortex of deep violet and shimmering rose-gold, blotting out the decaying miasma of the realm.

Standing in the center of the crimson dirt was no longer just Silas.

His hair burned with a luminescent pink flame, laced with blinding strands of pure solar gold. Six colossal, divine wings extended from his back- each plume composed of soft, flawless pink feathers edged in a razor-thin, shimmering aura that hummed with absolute destruction.

His caved-in chest was whole, his severed arm fully restored, and his pink eyes burned with a terrifying, ancient divinity that stripped the sanity from everyone who dared to look directly at him.

The Valecrest members collapsed onto their knees, not from malice, but because their bodies physically refused to stand in the presence of something so profoundly higher on the evolutionary ladder.

Damien trembled, his hands pressed against the grass, his eyes wide in absolute shock.

"What... what is that...?"

Gromda and Echidna held each other, frozen in awe, while Chloe and Anna stared with breathless, wide-eyed wonder. It was Silas’s face, Silas’s body, but the soul moving his muscles was a primordial, unbridled entity of absolute desire and absolute war.

The Astoria warriors, who had spent centuries preying on the weak, were instantly reduced to trembling livestock. Their cannibalistic instincts, built on recognizing prey, were screaming a single, unified message into their minds: RUN.

Swef Ashi, however, forced his jagged, lamprey-jawed mouth into a sneer, though a drop of black cold sweat trickled down his temple. The ancient SS-Rank cannibal puffed out his chest, his crimson tattoos flaring violently as he raised his bone cleaver.

"What trickery is this?! A change of hair and extra wings changes nothing, boy! I am Swef Ashi! I have devoured gods, digested heroes, and-"

[["Hehe... ehehe."]]

The sound of the laugh was strangely mesmerizing. It was soft, seductive, cute, and wholly devoid of any sort of negativity. It rang across the silent battlefield like silver bells, striking directly into the minds of every living soul present.

The entity possessing Silas tilted his head, his six wings fluttering with a soft, lethal elegance. A brilliant, innocent smile touched his lips, though his pink eyes were hollow voids of pure, absolute dominance.

"You are funny... I like you," Cupid murmured softly, the voice carrying a dual resonance of Silas’s smooth tone and a deep, reverberating divine harmonic.

Then, Silas vanished.

He didn’t use spatial movement. He didn’t use physical speed. He simply existed somewhere else.

Before the nearest cluster of fifty Astoria warriors could even blink, Silas was standing in the very center of their formation. He merely raised a single, graceful hand, extending a pale forefinger.

[Cupid Trait: Absolute Obsession - Manifested]

A ripple of sheer, divine pink light expanded outward in a thirty-meter circle. The moment the light touched the Astoria warriors, their savage red eyes instantly turned a milky, iridescent pink. T

he cannibalistic horde froze mid-stride. Their terrifying, bloodthirsty grimaces melted into expressions of absolute, pathetic adoration.

"Ah..." one of the four-armed Astoria executioners whimpered, dropping its weapon to the dirt, tears of overwhelming, unnatural devotion streaming down its gaunt, pale cheeks. "My... my Lord..."

"Do you love me?" Silas asked sweetly, his voice dripping with playful venom.

"Yes! YES! We live for you! We bleed for you!" hundreds of cannibalistic nightmares shrieked in unison, weeping, falling to their knees, and clawing at their own chests in desperate submission.

"Then tear yourselves apart for me," Silas giggled, winking playfully.

[Cupid Trait: Devouring Affection - Active]

The effect was instantaneous and horrific. The Astoria warriors didn’t even hesitate. Driven by an irresistible, agonizing compulsion to prove their love, the pale cannibals turned on themselves with brutal, terrifying fervor.

They gouged their own eyes out, bit into their own arms, and tore each other’s throats open with their teeth, crying out in bliss as they bled to death at Silas’s feet.

The clearing echoed with the sickening sounds of tearing flesh and agonizing screams, yet the dying cannibals wore expressions of absolute ecstasy as their souls were consumed by the pink flames dancing around Silas’s ankles.

The Valecrest team watched in frozen, silent horror. Peter swallowed hard, his face pale.

"He... he didn’t even touch them..."

Silas turned his head slowly, his six wings fanning out to block the sky, his eyes locking onto the remaining hundred Astoria warriors who were desperately backing away, their cannibalistic pride utterly broken.

"Now, where are you going?" Silas pouted slightly, floating a few inches off the ground as he glided toward them like a beautiful deity of execution.

[Cupid Trait: Fated Executioner’s Chain - Active]

Thousands of glowing, pink-gold chains erupted from the air itself, weaving through the space like living snakes. The chains impaled the remaining Astoria warriors through their limbs, stringing them up into the air like grotesque puppets.

They shrieked and begged, their ancient predator instincts completely shattered into helpless, sobbing despair.

Silas didn’t end them quickly.

He played with the chains, plucking them like harp strings. With every pluck, localized waves of pure, searing Cupid energy coursed through the chains, melting the Astoria from the inside out, burning their dark cores while keeping their minds completely conscious to feel every agonizing second.

The shrieks of the ancient Astoria race filled the night, a choir of absolute agony that lasted until the final warrior dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind only golden dust that fluttered in the breeze.

Silas landed softly on the blood-soaked dirt, his boots leaving no marks. He turned his attention to the last remaining target.

Swef Ashi stood alone.

The massive SS-Rank leader, who minutes ago had dominated the domain with centuries of brutal cannibalistic experience, was now trembling, his bone cleaver shaking in his massive, clawed hand.

The sheer gap in existence was too wide; Swef was a monster, but the entity before him was a concept of the cosmos itself.

Silas smiled, his six pink wings spreading wide, casting a blinding, beautiful halo behind him.

"Now then, tusk-face..." Silas giggled, stepping closer as the entire world held its breath. "Shall we see how much experience you really have?"