Reborn as an Yandere : Yandere X Yandere

Boom!  

Bam!  

Slam!  

The ground shook violently as shockwaves tore through the battlefield, sending debris and shattered earth flying everywhere. What was already a ruined land was now breaking even more, turning into a true wasteland.  

In the middle of this chaos, Lortell Mariette and Elara clashed like two unstoppable forces. Their attacks sent waves of power crashing against each other, shaking the air itself.  

Two Rank A fighters stood in front of Elara’s clone, protecting it like a shield. Meanwhile, three more Rank A fighters rushed forward, joining the battle to support Elara.  

"Earth Fetus Prison!"  

One of the Rank A women raised her hands, her voice echoing through the battlefield.  

The ground trembled—then, all of a sudden, a massive wave of sand exploded from below, rising like a tsunami. It surged forward, swallowing Lortell whole in an instant.  

Before anyone could react—  

"Eternal Vacuum Chamber!"  

Another Rank A fighter shouted, and thick layers of solid iron formed in the air, sealing Lortell inside a steel prison.  

For a moment, the battlefield went silent.  

Then—  

Crack!  

A sharp sound echoed as red swords and spears stabbed through the iron chamber from the inside.  

Boom!  

The entire prison shattered into pieces.  

And from within, Lortell emerged.  

She floated high in the sky like a tyrant queen, her cold red eyes glowing with terrifying power. Her long, silver hair flowed wildly in the wind, and the blood covering her body only made her look more menacing.  

"Blood Absorption."  

With just those two words, every drop of blood on the battlefield—the blood of monsters, demons, and fallen warriors—rose into the air. It gathered together, twisting and swirling, forming a gigantic vortex.  

A brilliant red aura spread out, painting the entire battlefield in its crimson glow. But unlike Lilith’s overwhelming aura, Lortell kept hers restrained. She made sure it didn’t affect Esdeath, who might be nearby.  

Slowly, she lifted her right hand.  

Then, she raised a single finger.  

And flicked it downward.  

"Blood Sea Slash."  

At her command, the swirling vortex of blood shifted, transforming into a sea of swords, spears, and arrows.  

The three Rank A fighters froze.  

Their faces turned pale.  

They knew what this was—an S-rank killer move.  

It was too much. Too strong. Too fast.  

The sky, which had been dark with storm clouds, was now filled with countless crimson weapons. Blades so sharp they could cut through mountains. Arrows so fast they could pierce through steel. Spears so deadly they could shatter defenses in an instant.  

And all of them pointed downward.  

"Descend."  

At Lortell’s cold command, the blood weapons shot down like a rainstorm of death.  

Fast.  

So fast.  

One moment, the weapons were high in the sky—  

The next moment, they were only ten meters away.  

But just as they were about to hit—  

"S-rank killer move—Reverse!"  

Elara’s voice rang out.  @@novelbin@@

Swish!  

In an instant, all the blood weapons stopped.  

Then—  

They turned around.  

Now, instead of striking the Rank A fighters, they aimed straight at Lortell.  

A deadly rainstorm, now falling back toward its own master.  

But Lortell only scoffed.  

"Blood Manipulation."  

With just a thought, she took back control.  

The weapons halted in mid-air, trembling under her command.  

But instead of attacking again, she made them merge back into the swirling vortex of blood.  

It descended onto the ground, pooling like a crimson lake beneath her feet.  

Her red eyes swept across the three Rank A fighters—one woman, two men.  

She snorted.  

"You’re all a hindrance."  

Then she lifted her hand once more.  

"Blood Summon."  

At Lortell's command, something—no, someone—began to rise from the swirling vortex of blood.  

The pool of crimson shrank as the liquid took shape, forming three massive, hound-like creatures. They stood on two legs, towering over the battlefield with their muscular bodies. Their eyes glowed red, their sharp claws dripped with fresh blood, and their bodies pulsed with raw power.  

Each one was a Rank A monster, created purely from blood.  

"Go," Lortell ordered coldly.  

With a deafening roar, the three blood hounds charged forward, crashing into the Rank A fighters. The battle turned fierce as claws clashed against weapons, and the ground trembled from the impact.  

Elara, watching from a distance, couldn't help but feel a strange mix of admiration and dread.  

"She's only twenty years old, yet she's stronger than me," he thought bitterly. "Even though I'm an S-rank Time mage, I'm more skilled in defense, deduction, and investigation. But in direct combat… she's a monster."  

Lortell’s sharp gaze locked onto him.  

"Now," she said, pointing her blood-red sword at him, "no one can interfere."  

Meanwhile Elara’s clone remained focused, his hands carefully holding a golden egg, far larger than any normal egg.  

It was a Divine Flame Phoenix’s Egg—the very reason the Divine Flame Phoenix had attacked the academy.  

Without hesitation, he threw the egg into the purple liquid vortex in front of him. The vortex pulsed, absorbing it completely.  

"That's it," Elara thought, his heart pounding. "I only have one shot at this. Everything is going according to plan."  

He then pulled out something even more precious—a tiny red dragon, no bigger than a child’s arms.  

Its ruby-red scales glowed faintly, its small chest rising and falling. Though weak and unconscious, it was alive.  

It was the son of the Red Dragon Queen.  

Without hesitation, Elara tossed the baby dragon into the vortex.  

"Krrchh... Arhchhh!"  

The dragon’s eyes fluttered open in shock, but it was too late. The moment it entered, its tiny body was sucked inside, vanishing into the abyss.  

At that same moment, Lortell continued raining down attacks on Elara.  

He was fast—an expert at dodging and blocking—but for some reason, he couldn’t avoid a single one of her attacks.  

Slash!  

A blood sword buried deep into his side.  

Stab!  

A second pierced through his shoulder.  

His once-pristine robe was now torn and drenched in blood.  

"What’s happening…?" Elara gritted his teeth, feeling pain shoot through his entire body. "Why can't I dodge anything?!"  

Lortell saw his confused and frustrated expression. Her lips curled into a mocking smile.  

"What’s wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. "Trying to figure out why you can’t dodge?"  

Elara’s breath was ragged, his mind racing for an answer.  

Lortell’s red eyes gleamed as she raised her sword.  

"You are at your wits end anyway, How about i tell you?" she said with a chuckle.  

Then, she laughed—a cold, merciless sound.  

"It’s because I hold a Divine-Rank Essence Stone...Sure Hit."  

Elara’s face turned pale.  

The Sure Hit essence stone was a Luck-path essence stone.  

In Free Life Fantasy, Lortell was known as the "Sure Hit Queen". Because of this essence stone, dodging her attacks was nearly impossible. Only someone with another Luck-path essence stone that countered hers could avoid her strikes.  

But Elara wasn’t one of them.  

His mind raced for a way to stop Lortell, but almost every plan had already failed.  

He had set up multiple traps across the academy, specifically to stop her, but none had worked.  

“Her regeneration is almost instant... It’s like she’s immortal… All my attacks are useless!” Elara clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him.  

Then, a commanding voice rang out from high above.  

“Everyone who is still alive, all teachers and students—attack Principal Elara's clone who is floating in air! Stop whatever he is doing at all costs!”  

It was a man’s voice—strong, authoritative, and impossible to ignore.  

“This is an order from me, Arch-duke Arthur Mariette.”  

The moment those words echoed across the battlefield, people who had been hiding slowly stepped out.  

All eyes turned to the sky.  

There, floating high above, was Arthur Mariette himself.  

“It’s really the Arch-duke!” A Rank A teacher, Voltz, gasped in shock.  

“Do as Sir Arch-duke says, even if it costs your life!” Another voice called out.  

Felicia, a high-ranking mage, soared into the air, her long purple hair flowing behind her.  

Dozens of students rushed forward, all charging toward Elara’s clone.  

“Damn it!” The two Rank A fighters guarding the clone cursed, their expressions darkening.  

Chaos erupted once again.  

Felicia lifted her palm, and countless shimmering starlights filled the sky.  

“Purple Star Dust!” she called out.  

The lights shot forward like a meteor shower, raining destruction upon Elara’s defenders.  

But a female Rank A with white hair stepped up, her breath cold as ice.  

“Ice Flow.”  

A wave of freezing mist spread out, forming solid snow walls that intercepted Felicia’s attack.  

The students who had rushed forward were nothing more than cannon fodder.  

Many died in an instant.  

“Lightning Bolt!”  

“Light Saber!”  

“Malevolent Spikes!”  

Deadly attacks clashed in the air as both sides engaged in fierce combat.  

Meanwhile, those fighting against the blood hounds finally saw hope.  

“I killed one!” A fighter, covered in thick, dark-red blood, cheered in victory.  

But Lortell smiled.  

She raised a hand, her red eyes glinting with amusement.  

“Blood Explosion.”  

Bubbles began forming all over his body.  

Then—  

BOOM!

His body exploded into pieces.  

The battlefield fell into a stunned silence.  

The realization struck instantly—if any of the blood hound’s blood got on them, they would meet the same fate.  

“We can’t let their blood touch us!” someone shouted in horror.  

At that moment, Elara’s voice roared through the chaos.  

“Focus on me!”  

He charged straight at Lortell, determination burning in his eyes.  

Lortell scoffed.  

“Running straight at me? How bold.”  

She tightened her grip on her sword.  

In a flash, she moved.  

Her blade pierced straight through his chest.  

Elara coughed, blood trickling from his lips—but then, he chuckled.  

“That’s it…”  

Lortell’s eyes widened.  

Something felt wrong.  

Before she could react—  

“Time Prison.”  

A strange silence swept over the battlefield.  

A ripple in the air spread out, warping everything around them.  

Lortell’s body froze in place.  

Elara, too, was trapped.  

Both were locked inside the Time Prison.  

It was an S-rank defensive move—a desperate measure. But Elara had planned for this.  

He knew Lortell wouldn’t be trapped for long.  

So he got as close as possible… even imprisoning himself to ensure she stayed trapped for a while.  

The moment Lortell was sealed, her blood hounds collapsed into pools of liquid.  

The two remaining Rank A fighters looked at Elara’s motionless body.  

They knew he was frozen.  

Without hesitation, they turned away from him and rushed back to defend Elara’s clone.  

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All four Rank A awakened fighters were locked in an intense battle against two powerful Rank A warriors, Arthur Mariette—who was far from his peak condition—along with three Rank B fighters and dozens of students. The pressure was immense, but instead of feeling threatened, Elara’s clone only laughed.  

"Only one last material remains!" he declared, his voice filled with excitement.  

From his storage-type essence stone, he pulled out a person.  

A young man with golden hair, sharp claws, and two beast-like golden ears above his forehead with humanoid body, he was no longer a tall wolfman but actually very cute looking femboy wolfman that resembled cute flat chested wolf girl instead . His body was still, his eyes shut—he was clearly unconscious.  

Corin Reynold.  

He was alive.  

And now, he was the final ingredient needed to refine Elara’s Divine Rank Essence Stone.  

Without hesitation, Elara’s clone tossed Corin’s limp body into a swirling purple vortex. The moment Corin was absorbed, the air itself seemed to change.  

Woosh...  

A brilliant purple light burst forth, illuminating the entire battlefield. The blood-soaked rain that had been falling suddenly stopped. The roaring thunder and wild lightning strikes vanished. The dark storm clouds faded, turning back to white, and the trembling earth finally became still.  

Elara’s clone stood frozen, his eyes locked onto the Divine Rank Essence Stone as it began to take shape before him.  

At first, it was cracked, resembling a broken mechanical gemstone, but then... it started to change.  

The gemstone transformed into something ancient, something powerful—an artifact resembling the heart of an old clock.  

Tick... Tock...  

The faint sound of gears moving echoed through the battlefield. The gemstone’s surface smoothed out, the cracks sealing themselves shut, as it fully formed into a deep purple, flawless time essence stone. The second hand on its surface moved like a real clock, ticking steadily with each passing moment.  

Meanwhile...  

Guh!  

A sharp cracking sound rang through the air as Lortell shattered the Time Prison and broke free.  

She didn’t attack Elara. She didn’t say a word.  

Her piercing eyes, filled with cold determination, locked onto Elara’s clone.  

"Charge! Don’t stop—attack now!"  

The remaining warriors roared as they launched themselves toward Elara’s clone, their desperation growing with each passing second.  

Arthur Mariette clenched his fists, pulling every last bit of strength from his exhausted body. His form flickered with violent energy as he activated his current fastest transformation.  

"Myriad Lightning Charm Wolf Transformation!"  

Swish!  

His body shifted into the form of a massive lightning-cloaked wolf, moving at a speed that no human could possibly match. The air crackled around him as he streaked forward, faster than the eye could follow.  

Lortell, with her bat-like wings unfurled, also shot forward like a crimson comet, her speed matching Arthur’s lightning-fast charge.  

But then—  

"Hahahaha... too late! You're all too late!"  

A chilling laugh cut through the battlefield.  

It wasn’t from Elara’s clone.  

It was from the real Principal Elara, laying down in ground, watching everything unfold with a twisted smile.  

As he spoke, he lifted his trembling hand and touched his own blood and coughed more blood from his mouth.

In that instant—  

It was as if time itself had slowed down.  

The battlefield fell into complete silence.  

No sound of wind. No sound of battle.  

Only one thing remained.  

Tick...  

Tock...  

Tick...  

Tock...  

The Divine Rank Essence Stone was now fully refined.  

Elara’s clone slowly extended his hand toward it.  

He didn’t need to merge it into his body—this was an expenditure-type essence stone.  

That meant he didn’t have to integrate it into his soul and body.  

One touch.  

Just one touch was all it took to activate it.  

A huge, triumphant smile spread across his face. His fingers, trembling with excitement, reached closer... just inches away from the artifact.  

At that moment, countless memories flashed through his mind.  

The pain. The sacrifices. The endless years of suffering.  

One hundred and fifty years of struggle—all leading to this very moment.