Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 235: An Unexpected Victory

The lobby that had once roared with cheers and chatter now felt hollow, the silence broken only by the rhythmic tapping of the receptionist’s fingers on her keyboard. The great spectacle of the day had already passed in the eyes of most cadets... Raijin’s true rise and his stopping at the forty-ninth level.

Eleanor’s name, however, remained on the board, stubbornly ticking upward at its own unhurried pace. One level. Then another. Each update arriving after nearly the full ten minutes had drained away.

To the impatient, it looked pathetic. To the keen-eyed, it spoke of endurance beyond reason.

By the time she pressed into the thirties, the crowd had thinned to nothing. Evening shadows stretched long across the windows of the combat building. Ophelia, after waiting far longer than most, stood with reluctance, her expression soft with concern. "I’ll bring her something to eat. If she’s still in there when I come back, at least she won’t have to be in an empty stomach after this long fight." Kiara and Maira agreed and followed, leaving the hall with the faint clatter of boots and laughter.

Raijin lingered longer, basking in the last echoes of praise, but when Eleanor’s progress crawled to the thirty-fifth level without spectacle or collapse, his pride assured him she posed no threat. He and his entourage drifted out with lazy confidence, speaking of other things.

At last, only the receptionist remained. She didn’t look up from her screen, though her eyes flicked once at the update board.

[The Tower of Legends]

Cadet Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor (10156659) – level 36

The glowing letters pulsed in the empty lobby, unnoticed by anyone else.

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Just as Eleanor expected, the moment she stepped into level fifty she was greeted by a vast horde: Stone Golems, Ironhide Ogres, Bloodstone Gargants, Bone Colossi, Carrion Hulks, Rustclaw Beasts, Chitin Lords, Stonehorn Behemoths, Venomfang Hydras, Blight Serpents, and Magma Fiends. Among them were the long-forgotten fallen of her first twenty-five levels... Skeletons, Goblins, Crocodile Monsters, Ogres, Orcs, Giant Spiders, Three-headed Hydras, and Trolls.

This time she did not hesitate. She unleashed her bloodline and began the slaughter. Corpses piled into mountains as she carved her way through the valley, its edges hemmed in by towering trees. She spared no creature—every foe met with a single, fatal strike.

All her bloodline abilities were in play:

Overdrive Focus [Active] – Latent energy channelled into heightened speed and reflexes.

Mind Acceleration [Active] – Cognitive speed amplified; enemy movements predicted in real time.

Battlefield read at

Blows drawn unerringly to

Awareness [Passive] – Sensitivity to the faintest shift in intent or

Combat instincts honed

drained her mercilessly, but it was necessary. Against an army this

mountainside and released her active abilities. At once, fatigue crashed over her body and mind. She sank down cross-legged, breathing deep, and slipped into

next floor was another gravity trial, she would need every shred

this is only a created realm. But if the changes manifest in reality, then this tower challenge will be far more

To her surprise, she was alone. The chamber was the same stark white

already adapted so well to gravity that I

cut through the silence, and before she could retreat,

Frowning, she placed her sword on the floor where she had been standing. The sound returned,

had

air. She parried,

the staircase, the speed of the needles increased. They tore past her defences, embedding themselves in her arms, her sides,

struck her. She closed her eyes and expanded her senses outward. She felt it... the faint ripple of air, the intent of movement. Each trajectory became clear. With

her perception sharpened. Fewer and fewer struck home. Soon,

of the stairs. A smile curved across her lips. She had crossed

needles from her body one by one, let them clatter to

***

in astonishment as she saw that the werewolf had reached level 50

[The Tower of Legends]

Elizabeth Raynor

knew exactly what she was doing. She turned the time limit, set to trap challengers, into her own advantage. Now you’ve caught my eye... I hope you won’t disappoint me." She thought, a devilish smile curling

another possibility occurred to her. She touched her wrist device

wrist device vibrated; he glanced at it with mild annoyance but immediately swallowed hard. He touched his device and said, "Hello, Grandmaster. How are

time on formalities. "Have you met your new student, the one

a chat. Why? Did something happen?" He thought of that young, beautiful and smart woman. Unconsciously, a smile formed on his