Reborn as an Yandere : Yandere X Yandere

A Few Minutes Ago 

Ethan and his team stood frozen as they faced a massive beast—a Rank B monster known as the Eight-Horned Raging Bull.  

Steam rose from the bull’s nostrils, and its hooves scraped against the ground, kicking up dirt. Its eyes burned with fury, locked onto them like a predator ready to charge. The sheer size of the monster made it feel like an unshakable wall standing before them.  

Ethan swallowed hard. As a Rank C level, defeating a Rank B monster was an extremely difficult task. The difference in strength was overwhelming.  

His grip tightened around his sword, but he didn't let fear take over.  

"I can do this…" he muttered under his breath.  

In his previous life, he had fought against countless monsters—Rank A, Rank B, it didn’t matter. He had survived battles where he had to face dozens of Rank B monsters for days without rest. Especially in the "Age of Chaos," when death lurked around every corner.  

He knew monsters better than anyone. He knew their strengths, their weaknesses, and most importantly—their habits.  

Ethan took a deep breath and turned to his team.  

"Listen up! Don't panic!" His voice was firm, steady, cutting through the tension like a blade.  

The others looked at him, their faces pale, their hands trembling.  

Ethan pointed at the bull. "Monsters have low intelligence, especially this one. It only attacks in a straight line, charging with its horns. Blocking it is impossible for us, but dodging? That’s a different story."  

Hope flickered in their eyes.  

"If we can distract it long enough, Sylvania will cast an illusion spell to make us invisible and hide our scent. Once that happens, we’ll slip through the tunnel and escape," Ethan continued.  

Sylvania immediately nodded. "Got it!" She gripped her wand tightly, determination shining in her eyes.  

"I’ll help too!" Violet stepped forward, drawing her heavy sword.  

"And me!" A muscular boy stepped beside her. It was Kartes—the same boy who had fought Violet in the competition. He held twin daggers, his eyes blazing with battle spirit.  

"Me too!" Another voice joined in.  

"And me!"  

"I’ll do whatever I can!"  

One by one, the others stepped forward.  

Ethan's heart swelled. Their fear was still there, but their willingness to fight was stronger.  

He smiled, feeling his own confidence soar. "Alright, let’s do this!"  

But then—  

A gentle breeze swept through the battlefield.  

A silver fragrance spread in the air, drifting around them like mist. It was sweet and intoxicating, wrapping around them like an invisible embrace.  

Ethan’s eyes widened. "What’s this sweet scent…?"  

Before anyone could answer—  

BOOM!  

A massive force exploded in the air.  

A heavy silver aura crashed down on them like an unseen weight. It was suffocating, pressing against their bodies like a mountain.  

Thud!  

One by one, they dropped to their knees, gasping for breath. Even the monstrous Eight-Horned Raging Bull, who had seemed unstoppable moments ago, let out a pained cry and collapsed, its legs trembling under the immense pressure.  

It was none other than Lilith’s silver aura.  

A force so heavy, so overwhelming, that it pressed against the air like an invisible storm. The entire battlefield trembled under its might.  

But Ethan didn’t falter.  

His hands clenched into fists, his breathing steady. He had faced strong enemies before—he wasn’t going to let this crush him.  

Splash… Splash… Splash…  

A golden glow spread through the academy garden, like the first light of dawn cutting through the night.  

It was Ethan’s Righteous Aura.  

His body radiated with warmth and strength, pushing back against Lilith’s suffocating presence.  Auras not only depended only on raw power, but also an one’s fighting spirit and power in soul.

And Ethan?  

He was born with one of the rarest auras in existence—the Righteous Aura.  

It gave him the ability to resist powerful auras, even Lilith’s. At least to some extent.  

Especially when she was far away.  

Lilith wasn’t even in the academy anymore—she was floating high above the ruins, far from them, yet, her aura had still reached them.  

Even so, Ethan stood up.  

And one by one, his subordinates followed.  

The weight in the air hadn’t disappeared, but it had become bearable. They could move again. They could fight again.  

But the one suffering the most was none other than the Eight-Horned Raging Bull.  

The monster groaned in agony, trapped between two powerful auras. Its massive body trembled, bloodshot eyes darting around in confusion.  

"This is our chance!" Ethan’s voice rang out, filled with determination. "We can actually kill him!"  

Without hesitation, he charged forward.  

"Rising Sea Slash!"  

His sword glowed with golden energy as he swung it in a wide arc. The attack sliced through the air like a crashing wave, slamming into the bull’s thick hide.  

Slash!  

A deep, bloody wound appeared on the monster’s side.  

"ROAR!!"  

The bull howled in pain, staggering.  

The others didn’t waste a second.  

They attacked together.  

Swords, spells, arrows—they threw everything they had at the beast. But despite their efforts, their attacks barely left a scratch.  

After all, this monster’s skin was as tough as steel.  

Even so, the constant attacks began to take their toll. The bull was gravely injured. Blood dripped from its wounds, its breaths becoming ragged.  

Then—  

Everything changed.  

Suddenly, the crushing weight disappeared.  

The air felt light again.  

But instead of relief, everyone’s faces turned pale.  

Lilith’s aura was gone.  

And that could only mean one thing—  

The Raging Bull could move again.  

As if on cue, the massive beast let out a furious snort. It stomped its hooves, rising back to its feet.  

Even though its body was covered in wounds, even though blood poured from deep gashes—  

Its eyes burned with rage.  

And then—  

"Sword General!"  

Ethan’s roar shook the battlefield.  

A golden light exploded around him, and in an instant—  

His hair turned white.  

Golden sparks danced around him, crackling like tiny stars. His entire body glowed with radiant energy.  

Swish!  

He moved so fast it was like he had vanished.  

Then—  

SLASH!  

The next moment, he appeared behind the Raging Bull.  

And one of the bull’s legs fell to the ground.  

A clean cut.  

A deep, painful groan tore from the monster’s throat as it struggled to stay upright. With just three legs left, it stumbled.  

But instead of attacking again—  

It turned around.  

Not toward Ethan.  

Not toward the other students.  

But toward the edge of the garden.  

Then—  

It ran.  

It ran as fast as it could, fleeing.  

Just like animals, monsters also had survival instincts.  

And right now, the Eight-Horned Raging Bull knew—  

If it stayed here, it would die.  

So it did the only thing it could.  

It ran for its life.

The massive beast disappeared into the distance. No one chased after it. Instead, they all let out a deep sigh of relief, their bodies trembling from exhaustion.  

But then—  

Drip.  

A single drop of water hit the ground.  

Then another.  

And within seconds—  

Rain poured down in thick, heavy sheets.  

Cold. Icy. Unforgiving.  

But something was wrong.  

The rain wasn’t clear. It wasn’t normal.  

It was red.  

Dark red droplets fell from the sky, staining the ground, their clothes, their faces.  

"It’s blood!" A female student shrieked, her voice filled with horror.  

More students looked up in shock, their eyes wide with fear.  

"I don’t want to stay here!"  

"I wanna go home!"  

Their cries filled the air, panic spreading like wildfire.  

They had all dreamed of becoming awakened warriors, of gaining power and standing tall.  

But now, standing in the middle of a battlefield drenched in blood, they realized the truth—  

This was nothing like their dreams.  

This was terrifying.  

Many of them regretted their choices. If they had known it would be like this, they would have chosen a peaceful life at home instead.  

But then—  

A voice echoed in Ethan’s mind.  

It was Gareth.  

"Lad, I think I finally understand what’s happening."  

Ethan’s brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"  

"You know, my inheritance is in the underground library," Gareth said. "You weren’t the first person to reach me."  

"One of the people who found me… was Principal Elara."  

Ethan’s breath hitched. "What are you trying to say?"  

"Before he discovered me, I noticed something strange. He was gathering countless valuable resources in the academy’s basement. He visited almost every day."  

Gareth paused before continuing, his voice grave.  

"And judging by what’s happening now… someone is refining an essence stone of divine level!"  

Ethan’s eyes widened.  

"You mean—Principal Elara is refining a divine rank essence stone right now?"  

"Yes. We even met once years ago," Gareth admitted. "He told me something back then—he wanted to revive someone."  

There was a short silence before Gareth added, "If I had to sum up his character in one sentence, I’d say this—  

He is a good person willing to do the wrong thing to achieve something good."  

Ethan clenched his fists.  

"I don’t fully understand what you’re saying… but we have to stop him!"  

His mind was set.  

He spun around to face the other students.  

"You all go hide in the tunnel! I still have something important to do!"  

Violet and Sylvania immediately panicked.  

"What important thing?! You’re not going anywhere!" Violet snapped.  

"Yes! This is our last chance to survive!" Sylvania cried, tears welling in her eyes.  

But Ethan shook his head, his expression firm.  

"I can’t stop now. Just do as I say!"  

"Then let me go with you!" Violet shouted desperately.  

"Me too! I’ll come with you!" Sylvania insisted.  

"No!" Ethan refused without hesitation. "You two take care of the others while I’m away. Don’t worry, I’ll be back!"  

And with that—he turned and ran.  

"Ethan!"  

Their desperate voices rang out behind him.  

"For our friendship’s sake… don’t chase me. I’ll be back. I promise!"  

His voice grew smaller and smaller as he disappeared into the storm.  

—---------

Meanwhile, just a little away from the academy garden—  

Esdeath lay unconscious on the cold, muddy ground.  

Beside her, Selene clung to her mother’s body, sobbing.  

"Mother… wake up!"  

Her tiny hands shook Esdeath’s shoulders, but there was no response.  

Selene's cries echoed in the eerie silence.  

And then—  

A deep, rumbling sound broke through the air.  

Thud.  

Thud.  

Thud.  

Heavy footsteps.  

Growing louder.  

Selene looked up, her tear-filled eyes widening in horror.  

It was a monster.  

A massive beast with jagged horns and bloodshot eyes.  

The Eight-Horned Raging Bull.  

He was injured.  

One of his legs was missing. His body was covered in wounds. Blood dripped from his mangled flesh.  

But that didn’t stop him.  

His gaze locked onto Selenea md Esdeath.

Although he was injured but what can a little girl and teenage female who is unconscious do to him?

His nostrils flared.  

And then—  

He charged.  

Selene’s heart pounded in terror.  

"Mother, wake up!"  

She glanced between Esdeath and the monster, her tiny hands shaking.  

Selene stood up with a determined expression, her small fists clenched tightly. The giant monster was coming closer, its heavy steps making the ground tremble. Fear gripped her heart, but she refused to back down.  

But then—  

BANG!  

A massive wave of black energy shot out, crackling with the power of death. The air turned cold, and the Eight-Horned Raging Bull let out a deafening roar. Its monstrous eyes widened in shock as half of its body was instantly erased, leaving nothing but ashes. With a final groan, it collapsed to the ground, lifeless.  

Selene gasped and quickly turned around.  

Standing there, completely unharmed, was Esdeath.  

Her long black hair was damp from the red rain, her uniform was torn in places, and her skin was smeared with dirt and blood. But her face... her face was completely blank, as if nothing had happened.  

"So what the fuck is going on here?" Esdeath muttered, looking at the chaotic battlefield around her.  

Yes.  

The one who had woken up was not the real Esdeath. It was Fable.

Her sharp red eyes scanned the ruins of the academy grounds. Blood was everywhere. The bodies of students and monsters lay scattered like broken dolls. The sky rumbled with lightning, and the air smelled of burning flesh and rain.  

"Did I wake up too late?" she wondered.  

But then, a sharp pain shot through her head.  

Flashes of memories poured into her mind—the real Esdeath's actions from the past few hours.  

"Ouch…!" She touched her forehead, feeling dizzy. But as more memories surfaced—  

"FUCK YOU, ESDEATH!" she suddenly screamed, her face turning red with embarrassment.  

Selene flinched. "Mother has gone insane… she's cursing herself…"  

Esdeath exhaled sharply, trying to calm down. The memories were overwhelming, but at least she understood the situation now.  

She quickly turned to Selene.  

"Selene, go to the academy garden," she ordered. "Fly up and check if there's a dark-skinned man floating in the air. He should have a purple vortex in front of him."  

Selene hesitated for a moment, but seeing Esdeath’s serious expression, she nodded and ran toward the academy garden.  

Esdeath, meanwhile, took a deep breath and looked around, thinking about her next move.  

But then—  

A chilling warning shot through her body.  

Danger.  

She instantly turned around—  

A Lightning Charm Wolf was racing toward her at full speed, its golden eyes glowing like burning suns. Sparks of electricity crackled around its sleek fur as it charged straight at her, ready to rip her apart.  

"Another Rank B monster?" Esdeath muttered.  

She quickly manipulated her ZK-20, reshaping it into a long, white sniper rifle. With steady hands, she aimed directly at the wolf's head—  

But before she could pull the trigger—  

A voice whispered behind her.  

"You fell for it."  

SLASH!  

Cold steel pierced through her back.  

Her body stiffened.  

Pain exploded in her chest as blood gushed out from the wound. She staggered, her breath hitching in her throat. A sickening taste of iron filled her mouth.  

Slowly, she turned her head—  

A girl with long, white hair and glowing dark pink eyes stood behind her, holding a blood-stained sword.  

It was Calista Seraphine.  

"Hehehe… How does it feel, Esdeath Crimson?" Calista giggled, her eyes filled with cruel amusement.  

Esdeath gritted her teeth as her legs gave out. She collapsed to the ground, coughing violently. Blood dripped from her lips, staining the dirt beneath her.  

Calista yanked her sword out of Esdeath’s body and stepped back.  

The Lightning Charm Wolf stopped as well, watching the scene with sharp eyes.  

"Vice Principal Lilith told me to do this," Calista said, her voice strangely calm. "She knew about my succubus identity and told me to do this But I never have agreed to kill a fellow classmate"  

She looked down at Esdeath's motionless body, her expression darkening.  

"But…"  

A memory flashed in her mind—the day after the affinity test.  

Esdeath’s voice echoed in her head.  

"I know everything that’s happening inside your church kingdom."  

Calista clenched her fists.  

"For so long, Day and night i wondered—how do you know?  I was constantly afraid that what if you expose us the very next moment ", 

"But now… none of it matters "@@novelbin@@

"You are dead!", 

With a satisfied smirk, Calista turned around and walked away, leaving her lying in the dirt.  

She didn’t look back.  

But she should have.