Samminah and the others stared in disbelief at the young girl before them. Noel—only eleven years old—stood with a serene expression, her small hand gently raised. Yet, the clothes floated through the air on their own, folding themselves neatly without her even touching them.
"W-Who are you, kid?" Samminah asked, her voice cracking with disbelief. Curiosity bloomed in her chest. She had never seen someone awaken this young—Noel might very well be the youngest awakener they'd ever encountered.
Noel beamed, placing a hand on her chest with pride. "I'm Noel, Noah's little sister," she said confidently.
A ripple of surprise and realization passed through the group. They exchanged glances, letting out quiet sighs. The past week had been harsh, to say the least. They had endured much and come to a reluctant decision—they needed to compromise, at least for now. Submission was needed and swallow there Pride
Despite their struggles, they had all worked hard. Even laundry, which they once never dreamed of doing themselves, Will become part of their routine. As they watched the petite girl in front of them, they couldn't help but notice how much she resembled Noah.
But then it hit them. The other twin... is a child? Their thoughts stumbled. They gulped collectively, stunned as fragmented memories surfaced.
They had seen the video.
That little girl—Noel—had tossed zombies like ragdolls, effortlessly and without fear.
The other Demon Twin They Were Noah and Kid Noel? They were stunned on what's happening every moment made them confused thinking this is not reality anymore
Jasmine exhaled deeply, rubbing her temples. "What's even happening anymore?" she muttered. Just weeks had passed, yet everything had changed so drastically.
Samminah looked at Noel again, her heart caught between confusion and an odd affection. Then, with a sudden grin, Noel pointed at Samminah and said with exaggerated delight, "Cook me food"
Lorraine sighed, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. While the others were hopeless in the kitchen—being used to an personal chefs—she actually loved cooking. But right now, she felt a bit annoyed. Noel looked too much like Noah. And even if she was undeniably adorable, the resemblance stirred conflicting feelings.
Not to mention, Noel was a registered F+ Rank at such a young age—enhancing her presence and beauty far beyond that of an average child.
Just as Lorraine was about to head toward the kitchen, Noel suddenly floated off the ground. She flew gently to the edge of the Fortress, plucked a shiny red apple from a basket, and returned with a cheerful smile.
"Here!" she chirped, handing out the fruit one by one. "Eat this—it'll make your body much stronger!"
They hesitated. She was still just a kid—how could They believed her?
But Rhian, whose muscles ached the most from all the laundry, was the first to take a bite. Her eyes widened in shock.
"It's... true!" she exclaimed, rotating her arms. "I feel lighter—and stronger too!"
She devoured the rest of the apple with vigor. It was not only powerful, but delicious.
The others quickly followed suit, tasting the miraculous fruit with a mix of suspicion and amazement.
When Rhian asked for more, Noel shook her head, cheeks puffed in guilt.
"No... this is a secret. Don't tell my brother I took a fruit from the tree, or he'll scold me," she said, pouting slightly.
Despite the warning, the others savored every bite, feeling strength course through their limbs. Their stamina doubled, their fatigue faded—and they realized how precious this fruit must be to Noah.
Their feelings toward Noel shifted quickly. Unlike her brother, who is increasingly cold and ruthless now. she radiated warmth and sincerity. Even though she didn't know they had once bullied her brother, she offered kindness freely.
In a way, that innocence stung.
Still, all five of them found themselves liking Noel. Her help was genuine, and she didn't ask for anything in return. It was hard to reconcile the cruel, distant Noah with the boy they used to know. Yet Noel... she still adored her brother. And maybe, just maybe, he hadn't entirely changed inside.
Lorraine, moved by Noel's sweetness, took the initiative to cook. Thankfully, Noah's house was well-stocked with ingredients, which didn't surprise her—after all, Noel was his sister.
And it seems Noah Loves spoiling her...
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Meanwhile...
I stood quietly at the edge of the forest, eyes fixed on the horde of zombies swarming around the old factory in the distance. We'd pushed deep into the wilderness, far beyond where most dared to tread.
Maria was a blur among the undead, her Fist Radiating with Light slicing through flesh like paper. She had already killed over a hundred zombies.
Despite the chaos, my mind remained calm I silently issued commands to the fortress through the system link.
Even from this distance, I could operate the robots stationed back at our Fortress. Immediately, they began constructing three extra bathrooms, responding to my mental cues.
My attention returned to the front lines—specifically, to Trish.
She was struggling.
Had I not given her that enhancement earlier, she might already be dead.
Right now, she stood alone amidst the swarm, wielding the sword I had personally handed her. Her swings were precise, deadly—but her stamina was running thin. Every breath was ragged, her body slick with sweat. Her muscles screamed in protest with each movement.
And yet... something stirred inside her.
It was faint at first, but with every kill, it grew stronger. She didn't quite understand it—neither did I—but the sensation became more palpable with each passing second.
I was about to intervene. She was at her limit.
But then, something happened.
The zombies she had killed began to rise again. Not all of them—only five. But they were... different. Their bodies pulsed with dark energy. Eyes glowing, limbs twitching unnaturally, they turned on one another in a frenzy.
I watched, stunned. A faint smile formed on my lips.
She had awakened.
At last.
Satisfied, I stepped forward and activated the First Form of the Moonlight Technique. My body shimmered as I dashed forward in a blur of speed. Stars shimmered in my wake, tracing a silver path behind me.
In an instant, I appeared before Trish—just as another wave of zombies closed in.
Without a word, I raised my blade.
And began the slaughter.