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.

at

Precision [Passive] – Blows

Awareness [Passive] – Sensitivity to the faintest shift

Instinct [Passive] – Combat instincts honed to

Against an army this vast, she had no other chance... there were simply too many to

with the result, she ascended towards the doorway carved into the 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 meditation

was another gravity trial, she would need every shred of power

my real body. After all, 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 as the gravity trial, but without any crushing pressure. The staircase stood in plain sight, not

broken... or have I already adapted so well

the silence, and before she could retreat, a

and watched the wound knit itself closed. Frowning, she placed her sword on the floor where she had been standing. The sound returned, and this time she saw the

had been strength; this one

sword and shield, braced herself, and stepped forward. The barrage began at once. Steel whistled through the air. She parried, blocked, dodged... but still several struck home, biting into her flesh. Pain lanced through her, but she

each step closer to the staircase, the speed of the needles increased. They tore past her defences, embedding themselves in

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

peppered her. But with every passing second her speed quickened, her perception sharpened. Fewer and fewer struck home. Soon,

She opened her eyes to find herself at the base of the stairs. A smile curved across her lips.

body one by one, let them clatter to the floor, and

***

eight hours had passed when Supreme Grandmaster Scáthach received another notification. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she saw that the werewolf had reached level 50 after nearly eight hours in

[The Tower of Legends]

Raynor (10156659) –

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 touched

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

wasted no time on formalities. "Have you met your new student, the one named

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