Instead of Champion Realm: I’ll use War-God Realm(literary translation)
Chapter 223: The Hatred of a Stolen Wife
Ireta closed her eyes.
Qin Chu noticed her long eyelashes, fluttering slightly as if she, too, was nervous. Her soft lips were inches from his.
“No…” he began, but before he could react, a mournful cry echoed through the forest.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Eldritch, the Second Prince, his composure shattered, his hands clutching his face, his eyes wide and bloodshot, filled with a mixture of anguish and hatred.
“No, please… Ireta, don’t do this…” he wailed, his voice filled with despair.
“I love you so much…”
“You’re mine! No other man is worthy of you!”
His cries reminded Qin Chu of the Grand Prince’s reaction to Loseweisse kissing him.
But Eldritch’s anguish seemed unwarranted. Even if he loved Ireta, she clearly didn’t reciprocate. His relentless pursuit, like a stalker, had only annoyed and distressed her, yet he seemed oblivious.
Qin Chu felt a flicker of pity for him.
But he also knew how cruel and ruthless Eldritch could be. Among the Demon King’s sons, he was perhaps the most brutal, even more so than the Grand Prince.
In the first playthrough, to prove his superiority over his elder brother, Eldritch had razed an entire human kingdom, slaughtering every man, woman, and child, their corpses taken as food for his army.
Besides, he had made a promise to Ireta: she would decipher the information hidden within Jie Luo’s soul fragment, and he would fulfill one of her requests.
Qin Chu was a man of his word.
So, he glanced at Eldritch with disdain and kissed Ireta’s soft, pale lips.
“AAAAAHHHHH….”
Eldritch’s mournful cry intensified, his eyes widening until they cracked, blood trickling down his cheeks.
Ireta, the woman he had vowed to possess the moment he saw her, was being kissed by another man.
His body trembled, his heart aching. He gritted his teeth so hard that one of them cracked, blood filling his mouth.
He hated Qin Chu, this man who had stolen the woman he desired.
He hated Ireta, this woman who rejected his love and chose another.
A surge of murderous rage, fueled by his broken heart, coursed through him, dark energy swirling around his body.
Love turned to hate.
Ireta, kissed by this man, was no longer pure, no longer his.
The kiss was brief, a mere peck, and then Qin Chu pulled away.
A Witch’s lips… not bad.
Her lips were cold, but he didn’t dislike it.
Ireta seemed to be panting slightly, a shy look on her face, her hand on her chest as if feeling something.
Just now, when Qin Chu kissed her, she had felt a faint flicker in her long-dead heart.
Perhaps it was just her imagination. Her heart was still, lifeless.
After the brief kiss, Ireta composed herself and looked at Eldritch. “Master Eldritch,” she said, “do you understand now? I have a lover. It’s impossible between us. Give up.”
Hrrrk… Hrrrk…
Eldritch didn’t answer. He steadied himself, a strange, guttural sound escaping his throat, as if a snake was writhing within him. Dark energy swirled around him like a black fog.
Kill… Kill… Kill…
This man had to die.
And Ireta too.
Hrrrk… Gurgle…
The sounds from his throat became increasingly strange.
After a long moment, he grinned, a twisted, chilling smile. “Ireta…” he hissed, “you have truly disappointed me.”
“You look so…dirty now.”
“You dared to defile my love for you… But it’s okay, I’m magnanimous. I’ll give you another chance. Of course, I’ll have to cut off the parts of you that he touched, so you can regain your purity.”
“I’ll turn you into a beautiful doll and keep you by my side forever. Then, one day, you will finally understand my love for you.”
Eldritch’s words were chilling, even Qin Chu felt a shiver run down his spine.
This guy was a complete psychopath.
To be loved by him was a curse.
Looking at Ireta’s pale face, Qin Chu felt a surge of pity for her. She was truly unfortunate.
Then Eldritch turned his gaze to Qin Chu, pointing a finger at him, his face a mask of mockery and challenge. “Trash…” he hissed.
“If you have the guts, leave Ireta’s side… and fight me like a man.”
“Let me see what kind of strength the man who won Ireta’s favor possesses.”
He didn’t dare to approach them. Ireta’s aura of death was too strong.
Eldritch wasn’t sure if he could defeat her, but he didn’t take this man seriously at all.
Especially since he had recently broken through level 90, reaching the same level as the Four Heavenly Kings. Among humans, besides Wadsworth, Augustus, and Saint Monique, those three old geezers, he feared no one.
Even the members of the Hero Squad were just weaklings in his eyes.
As for this man, although he didn’t know his identity, he clearly wasn’t one of those three old geezers.
In Eldritch’s eyes, he could crush him with one hand.
Although this man could strangely approach Ireta, seemingly unaffected by her aura of death, Eldritch believed it was only because of her permission.
This was the hatred of a stolen wife.
He would avenge this humiliation, or he wouldn’t be a Demon Beast.
He would crush this man’s dignity before Ireta, let her see how weak and pathetic her lover was.
Having reached level 90, he couldn’t possibly lose.
The three high-ranking Demon Beasts behind him cheered and taunted Qin Chu. In their eyes, the moment he stepped out of Ireta’s protective aura, he was a dead man.
Ireta frowned, about to step forward and fight in Qin Chu’s place.
She had almost no combat experience. Even when facing those crazed Witches, she would just run away.
She didn’t know if she was a match for Eldritch, but she knew he was very strong, and Qin Chu might not be able to defeat him. So, despite her lack of experience, she was still prepared to fight. After all, it was because of her that Qin Chu was facing this danger.
But at this moment, Qin Chu placed his hand on her shoulder, shaking his head with a smile.
That intimate and protective gesture further enraged Eldritch.
These two damned bastards, were they still flirting in front of him? Bastards!
“Coward! Are you going to hide behind Ireta forever?” Eldritch roared. “Ireta must be blind to choose a man like you…”
Qin Chu stretched and said with disdain, “Eldritch, has anyone… no, has any Demon Beast ever told you that you’re annoying? Buzzing around like a fly.”
Hiss!
Eldritch gasped. He hadn’t expected Qin Chu to be so arrogant, even while hiding behind a woman.
“Want to fight? I’ll play along,” Qin Chu said, cracking his knuckles as he stepped away from Ireta.
The moment he left her side, Ireta felt a chilling emptiness… The aura of death, which had been suppressed by the warmth of Qin Chu’s soul, surged through her again.
A bone-chilling pain filled her body.
Although she was used to it, she still couldn’t help but wince.
But now wasn’t the time to worry about herself. Ireta wanted to stop the duel between Qin Chu and Eldritch. After all, Eldritch was very strong and incredibly insidious.
He wasn’t like a human knight, bound by rules and honor.
To win, Eldritch would do anything.
Seemingly sensing what she wanted to say, Qin Chu turned and smiled at her, “I’m Miss Ireta’s lover, after all…”
“I can’t let a filthy, ugly, stinking Demon Beast look down on me. It would embarrass Miss Ireta.”
“Trust me, your lover won’t lose.”
“After all, I am Miss Ireta’s knight now.”
Her knight?
Qin Chu’s words made Ireta tremble, and she felt a warmth spreading through her body.
And Eldritch’s rage intensified. This filthy human dared to call him, the noble Second Prince of the Demon Beasts, filthy, ugly, and stinking?
Damn it, damn it, damn it…
He had never encountered such an infuriating human.
And Qin Chu’s expression also turned cold.
He had already been in a bad mood because of the information from Jie Luo’s soul fragment. He needed to vent.
And this Second Prince had delivered himself to his doorstep.
Eldritch was level 90…
The gap between them seemed vast, but Qin Chu, even when his strength was far below the War God realm, could fight against a War God with his Rage ability.
Now that his attributes had reached the War God standard, he was curious about the effect of activating Rage Explosion.
Under Ireta’s gaze, Qin Chu walked away from her, towards the massive spear that had been deflected by his Pseudo-Absolute Defense.
He flicked his toe, and the heavy spear leaped from the ground, landing in his hand.
He took a step forward, his body in a lunge stance, his back arched, silver flames swirling around his right hand as he gripped the spear tightly.
“Then… Your Highness, the Second Prince Eldritch…”
“Receive my attack!”
Rage Explosion!
Hum!
He threw the spear.
It shot out like a meteor.
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