Elric let the silence stretch for another moment before speaking, his voice calm and almost casual.
"I only have one condition. It's not even a big one."
He pointed directly at Yvonne, who stood restrained behind Olivia.
"You convince Yvonne to become my girlfriend. And you, Olivia—you can be my lover on the side."
He paused, letting the words land.
"Then sure, I'll join your Dragon Unit or whatever."
The room went dead silent.
Like the air itself had frozen solid.
The terrified students stared at Elric with mouths hanging open, as if he had just declared war on the sun itself. Even Elsa and Liana stood speechless behind him. One bit her lip helplessly, the other rolled her eyes so hard she could've seen the back of her skull.
"What... did you just say?"
Both Olivia and Yvonne turned simultaneously, their expressions caught somewhere between utter disbelief and volcanic fury.
Elric shrugged, completely unbothered. "Didn't hear me? I'll repeat it. I want Yvonne to be my girlfriend, and I want you to be my lover."
That was when every single soldier behind Olivia raised their rifles automatically, safeties clicking off in near-perfect unison.
"Captain, permission to turn this bastard into Swiss cheese!" one of them snarled.
They worshipped Olivia like a goddess. Someone demanding to claim her wasn't just outrageous—it was sacrilege.
"No need."
Olivia's voice was colder than a winter grave as she lifted one hand to stop them. Whatever mild curiosity or amusement she'd felt before had evaporated completely.
"Since he wants me as his lover so badly—" her eyes locked onto Elric with predatory focus, "—I'll see whether he has the qualifications to even breathe in front of me."
Her tone was iced steel, sharp enough to cut.
Olivia—who viewed nearly every man alive as beneath her, as insects to be crushed without thought—had never been spoken to like this. Not once in her entire life.
To her, this wasn't a negotiation.
This was an execution.
"Die."
Two beams of blinding laser-light fired from Olivia's eyes, cutting through the air like divine judgment.
BOOM!
The spot where Elric had stood disintegrated—concrete wall exploding into fine powder and debris—but Elric was already gone, having swapped positions in an instant.
Students screamed and huddled together in terror.
"Was that teleportation!?"
Elric reappeared in the unmanned classroom next door, having used spatial displacement to avoid the attack entirely.
Olivia's methods were devastating, and fighting her here would endanger the other students. Therefore, changing the battlefield was the logical move.
"So what if you're a dual-ability user?" Olivia's voice echoed through the shattered walls as she floated upward, her body rising effortlessly into the air. She shot after him into the empty classroom like a missile.
"I'm a four-ability user! Don't try to run!"
She appeared in the doorway, hovering above the ground, her eyes still glowing with residual energy from her laser vision.
"You may have dodged my lasers," she said, her voice carrying an edge of cruel satisfaction. "But teleportation isn't infinite. And I have more than one power."
Threads.
Fine, pale threads suddenly filled the air around her—hundreds of them, coiling and branching like spider silk woven by a wrathful god. They spread through the room like a living net, searching, probing, hunting.
"These threads track movement and body heat," Olivia explained, her tone almost educational. "Let's see where you run now."
She unleashed them all at once, the threads shooting forward like striking serpents.
But—
"Barrier."
Every desk, chair, and shelf in the room suddenly snapped into motion, circling around Elric like a rotating fortress. The furniture spun in precise orbits, blocking and deflecting the incoming threads with perfect timing.
Olivia raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Hmph. Clever telekinesis. But not enough."
She fired another concentrated laser blast from her eyes.
CRACK!
The desks exploded into splinters and burning fragments—
—but the space behind them was empty.
She had reacted a fraction of a second too late.
The cold press of a fruit knife suddenly touched the small of her back.
Elric's breath brushed against her ear, warm and dangerously close.
"Little lover," he whispered with lazy confidence, "the match is over. Think carefully—do you want to choose a nice hotel for your new role, or should we just start here in this classroom?"
For a split second, genuine shock flickered across Olivia's face.
Then she laughed.
"Heh."
It was a cold, mirthless sound.
"You're celebrating far too early, little boy."
From outside the window, a long combat knife suddenly tore through the glass like a bullet—and stabbed straight through Elric's chest with devastating force.
Blood sprayed.
Elric's eyes went wide.
"My fourth ability is psychokinesis," Olivia murmured, her voice carrying quiet triumph. "I don't just fly—I control objects remotely. I positioned that blade the moment I walked into this building."
She turned slowly, a victorious smile spreading across her perfect features.
"In your next life, little boy—learn when to keep your mouth shut around your betters."
She stepped forward, ready to leave—ready to finish the extraction mission and return to base—
But she froze.
Because her neck was suddenly grabbed from behind.
And then—
BANG!
She was slammed into the wall hard enough to fracture concrete, the impact sending spiderweb cracks radiating outward. Dust and plaster rained down around them.
A hand wrapped around her throat with iron strength, lifting her completely off the ground.
And Elric—very much alive—looked her dead in the eyes.
There was no wound on his chest.
No blood.
Only an intense magma, burning heat radiating from his body.
"You thought," Elric said softly, his voice carrying an edge she hadn't heard before, "that I only had two abilities?"
His eyes began to glow with molten gold, like magma beneath the earth's crust.
Olivia's expression finally changed.
Shock.
Real shock.
Not the mild surprise of an entertaining trick, but genuine disbelief. This wasn't supposed to be possible. Multi-ability users were rare enough—but someone with more abilities than her?
The temperature in the classroom began to rise rapidly. The remaining glass in the windows started to crack from the heat differential.
"Magma Body," Elric explained calmly, his grip never loosening on her throat. "Your knife passed through me, yes—but it hit nothing but superheated lava. The 'me' you stabbed was an elemental form."
He leaned closer, his breath hot enough to make her skin flush.
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