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Verse Labyrinth

Alma Brauman, the beast god, was known for her galactic conquests, defeating numerous opponents throughout the galaxy, the strongest hero of mankind is on her journey to find worthy disciples, she finally stumbles upon Drake, a worthy seedling with a bad luck. "Alas, why does he bear such misfortune" she thought to herself, hopefully things will change for this boy. Perhaps she finally gained a new disciple.

_Zack_Yggdrasil_ · Sci-fi
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12 Chs

The Beast god

"Tsk" a young lady with a black suit and dual blades, kept attacking her target, slightly pushing while making a minor cut on the target's face. but it's futile, she heals pretty quickly.

"That must be quite a treasure, considering how it's capable of injuring me" The fierce redhead was barely scratched.

"You're so cheesy, I'll take it as a compliment, but unfortunately you won't live long" the assassin sneered, she makes a few attacks, while the redhead parries flawlessly with her bare hands. Their attacks were nearly at relativistic speeds.

"sigh, I've heard it a million times already, Guess I'll live another million years" The redhead kept parrying her attacks casually, as she smirked.

"How arrogant" the assassin gripped, her last blade movement put up a strong weight, that pushed the redhead, while a shockwave cuts the iron pillars near them.

"cute, but it ends here" the redhead showed no mercy, as she disappeared from her sight.

"what" the blonde assassin was shocked, out of nowhere, she was brutally punched in her belly. A huge air pressure sent her flying for kilometers, even further away than the redhead, as it destroys multiple iron pillars behind her. The shockwaves she made hollowed the clouds. It's quite visible in outer space, Alma pushed the clouds all over the planet, with nothing but her weak jab.

"Urrgh" puking blood as she looks up, witnessing the presence of a fierce apex warrior, looking down upon her, she was none other than the infamous beast god, Alma Brauman.

"Fuck...why won't you die" She growled.

"You've improved, but it's not that much, At least you can take stronger hits" Alma chuckled unconcernedly as if she was toying with her.

Behind the last iron pillar which Liza was struck with, The wall behind it was hollowed out because of that shockwave, small groves were outside, and further away, huge infrastructures could be visible.

"you're still looking down on me, just the same as always" the assassin smiled as she thought to herself.

"..." as both of their stomachs growled, a moment of awkward silence.

"Let's grab something to eat, Liza" Redhead suggested.

"Yeah..let's do that" Liza reluctantly agreed, it's been twenty years, and this is her 1200th failure, but it's also her first time making an injury, she eventually got accustomed to it, and she had an odd relationship with her.

"keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, I must bear my fangs at the right time, I'm sure I can kill her on my next attempt" Liza giggled psychotically while being proud about her success against Alma, briefly positive about surpassing her.

"This crazy woman, that's wishful thinking," Alma thought to herself while reading her expressions.

After having lunch, both of them walked to the alleyway, talking about what's been happening over the world.

"Can I ask you something?" said Alma.

"Sure?" she said, "it's the first time she's asking me," Liza thought.

"if we swapped bodies, would you be obsessed over killing me?" asked Alma.

"There's no point in killing you, it'd be pretty boring when you're weak," she said.

"On second thought, I'd love to be her, just because she's strong, I can dominate her thousand times over, I could easily rule over this world, awesome," thought Liza.

"It's true, it's boring to be the strongest" Alma sneered, which annoyed Liza.

"This bitch, now she is just flexing her status as a hero," Liza thought, but to no avail, Alma disappeared out of her sight.

"Disappearing without asking me, there she goes again" Liza groused.

Meanwhile, on a tall skyscraper, Alma was watching over Liza.

"Liza, when you're strong enough to severely injure me, you'll owe me one," she thought to herself.

"hmm?" suddenly, she heard a boy wailing, she teleports to a random location. it was beneath a tree, a park near his dorms, but he was invisible, although she could feel his presence, after investigating the spell she could bypass the dimension seal.

"This boy..." she was shocked to witness a little boy who just started his teens, end up with broken legs and arms, his body was twisted in the worst proportions, any sane man or woman would be horrified.

it was even weirder for Alma that the boy survived despite being twisted, it was a desperate cry to survive. Alma healed the boy rapidly with her strange powers.

"...." the boy couldn't see who she was, to him, he was seeing a godlike being that descended from the skies.

"Thank you, whoever you are," he said, looking at her with awe.

"I'm not "whoever you are", stupid young brat" Alma groaned as she hid her aura, now he could see her face clearly, a tall busty woman who was a bit muscular. She's even taller than the average man, at least six feet tall.

"I never expected him to see my aura, what a strange boy" Alma thought to herself, admiring how talented he could be.

The Boy didn't feel any hostility toward her, since he gets treated badly by the people around him, while he never paid attention to how strong she was.

"What's your name kiddo," asked Alma, gently patting the boy.

"I'm Drake Bernstein," he said. Alma touches Drake's hand, his face became bright red as he kept looking at her. he couldn't move because of her power.

"This kid..he has the heavenly god's physique, no wonder he was able to sense my aura"

"300 years ago, the last person with heavenly god's physique died by killing herself in an intergalactic war, she made a gamble to let mankind survive, although she's too strong, even for me to handle at my current strength"

"Maybe he's one of her descendants, or perhaps a mutation, still I can't tell why he's considered a waste, I just hate seeing a talent being trashed, Did everything change in my absence?" Alma thought to herself, she was twelve when she heard about Jane Lee, known as the Blue Saint. One of the strongest powerhouses in the universe.

It was established that Jane Lee shook the universe, but despite all that, most of the enemies were strong enough to subdue her, until she made a gamble to blow up herself with them.

"My name's Alma Brauman, it's a pleasure to meet you, Drake," Alma said, to Drake, she gave off a vibe, that no one else had, but then suddenly he froze up. he remembered her name, a prestigious hero who destroyed planet-sized to galaxy-sized monsters casually. The Beast god in the legends is talking to him face to face.

"A-A-A-ALMAAA" Drake blushed and yet shocked at the same time, sudden realization hit the boy with fear as well as joy. His heart raced no matter how good-looking she was, including her astonishing identity.

"No need to get flustered, I'm the real deal, now buckle up, I'm taking you to my place" Alma ordered him.

"Wait.." Alma didn't hear the boy, as she abducted him into her dungeon. Alma gets greedy whenever she sees a special specimen like Drake, but for now, she didn't view him like a specimen, she felt pity for the child. Both of them reach the basement Since Alma was fast enough to use her technique to teleport.

"What is it boy" she replied to his question. Drake was surprised that he reached here, a luxurious home that didn't seem that much on the outside, but was much comfier than expectations. The rooms were pretty fancy looking even for the richest people alive.

"PLEASE TAKE ME IN AS YOUR DISCIPLE" Drake begged, kneeling with pressure.

"Tch, stop kneeling fool, now stand up" she commanded him.

"YES MA'AM" the boy stood up fast, with comical perspiration.

"The reason why you're here is the bare minimum to know what situation you're in, from now on, I'm you're master, and I'll be teaching you a lot of stuff, also, this is your new home"

"Now follow me, I'll show you around," Alma said, as the boy followed her, like a chicklet following his mother.