Chapter 409

Chapter 409: The Monster

Red Moon’s cheeks flushed slightly, her expression a mix of embarrassment and irritation. She instinctively wanted to look away.

“Oh, you’re blushing!”

Ninetales Aision’s voice was as lighthearted as ever, her playful tone accompanied by a mischievous smile. Her glittering eyes danced with amusement.

Red Moon suppressed the urge to jab an elbow into her teasing face. She was mortified.

“It’s not that… I’ve just been running between buildings for too long. I’m tired, that’s all,” Red Moon muttered hesitantly.

She couldn’t explain why she could stare down the most formidable of enemies without hesitation, yet this cunning fox always left her flustered and unsure of herself.

Ugh!

Growing up in the perilous wilderness, she had been trained since childhood, her extraordinary abilities honed in a harsh environment. There was never time for… friendships.

Spit, spit, spit!

Friends? Bah!

This fox was nothing more than an infuriating troublemaker!

“Hee hee, Little Moon, are you mad? Angry, maybe?”

The nine-tailed fox leaned in, her enchanting face uncomfortably close. Red Moon tried to lean away, but her body betrayed her, refusing to move.

“Hehehe, Little Moon, you can’t escape. You were born to be teased by Mama!”

Her gleeful laughter echoed as she closed the distance further.

Red Moon’s frustration simmered, her thoughts turning bitter. How could this so-called “Savior” not vanish into thin air already?

Faced with Ninetales Aision’s relentless antics, Red Moon felt lost. She despised the fox’s sleazy behavior, yet… it wasn’t entirely repulsive. The problem was, she was stunning.

Finally, the nine-tailed fox pulled back, satisfied, and remarked casually, “That Black-Pupiled Lord you’re about to face is no joke. It’s best for you to go back home and sleep. I’ll handle what comes next.”

Red Moon clenched her teeth, barely able to respond. “I want to leave, believe me.”

Yet, despite her words, her body wouldn’t obey. She felt like a puppet under someone’s control, moving without her consent.

The thought struck her suddenly, chilling her to her core.

What if this was permanent? What if she would never regain control of herself, destined to live a life dictated by another’s whims?

A living hell.

Her heart sank, and for the first time in a long time, Red Moon found herself praying for mercy.

As Ninetales Aision turned to leave, Red Moon shouted impulsively, “Wait! Do you know anything about Babel Tower or the Savior?”

The fox paused, her playful expression shifting to something more thoughtful.

“Oh?”

She turned back slowly, her eyes narrowing.

Red Moon’s heart skipped a beat. She needed answers but didn’t want to drag this troublemaker into more danger. Even someone as annoying as Ninetales Aision didn’t deserve to face Babel Tower’s wrath.

Ninetales Aision smiled faintly. “Of course I know. The Babel Tower and the Savior… They’re among the most terrifying forces in the world. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Red Moon swallowed hard, her

anticipation turning to dread

as her body began to move

again, entirely against her will.

She rushed forward, past

Ninetales Aision, who called

after her with a wry grin.

“Oh, Little Moon, so eager to

face danger with me? Even a

fox would be touched!”

Red Moon bit her lip. Why was

this happening to her? Why

did the Savior target her?

She darted through a hidden

entrance into an underground

base, her movements

unnervingly fluid and precise,

as though she’d been there a

hundred times.

Inside, she found a sprawling

network of production lines

assembling mechanical

puppets and terrifying devices.

Black-clad swordsmen

guarded the area, their straw

hats casting ominous

shadows over their faces.

“Who are you?”

The swordsmen attacked without hesitation, forcing Red Moon to draw her blade.

“I’m not your enemy!” she shouted, cutting through several of them.

Her protests fell on deaf ears.

The swordsmen pressed on

relentlessly, their blades

aimed to kill.

By the end of the massacre,

Red Moon stood alone,

surrounded by the bodies of

her enemies. She tried to

justify her actions. Surely, they

had been servants of the

Black-Pupiled Lord. Surely,

they deserved this fate.

She moved deeper into the

base, her steps leading her to

a massive dungeon. Inside,

men, women, and children

were bound in horrifying

contraptions, their cries of

agony echoing through the

cold halls.

Anger bubbled within her, an

uncontrollable rage mixed with

exhilaration. She didn’t know

who the Black-Pupiled Lord

was, but she knew she would

fight him.

Beside her, Ninetales Aision

appeared silently, her

expression grim.

“Little Moon,” she said softly,

her voice tinged with sorrow.

“The Black-Pupiled Lord is

coming. Stay sharp.”

Red Moon nodded, her grip

tightening around her blade.

She didn’t need the fox’s

warning to sense the

approaching storm.

From the shadows, the Black-

Pupiled Lord emerged, his

armor gleaming like obsidian,

his eyes replaced by swirling

black mist.

“You dare trespass,” he

growled, his voice a low

rumble.

Red Moon charged, her blade a

crimson blur, her movements

driven by an unrelenting thirst

for battle.

The clash was chaotic, fire and

steel colliding in a whirlwind

of destruction. Red Moon’s

strikes were fierce but

ineffective against the Lord’s

impenetrable armor.

Ninetales Aision’s illusions

saved her from the Lord’s

devastating counterattacks,

but the fox’s irritation was

evident.

“You reckless fool,” she

muttered, cradling Red Moon’s

face in her hands. “If you die,

I’ll be the one crying.”

Red Moon looked away, her

voice low and bitter. “Maybe I

deserve it. After all, I’m a

monster.”

The words lingered in the air,

unspoken truths weighing

heavily on both women as they

prepared for the battle’s next

stage.