Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen!-Chapter 274 This Is Real Fear of Death!

Logan led Natalia to the rooftop of the City Lord’s Office.

This was the place where Principal Mark had given him his training contract.

One year ago, the memory came back.

Back then, Logan had just tested at 2200 potential points. The headmasters, Mark and Charles, almost fought in the living room.

And Natalia had sat in the main chair, her golden curls bouncing, watching him carefully.

Logan stood by the rooftop railing, looking at the distance. "Do you remember this place?"

Natalia leaned on the railing, her black battle suit showing sharp lines. "Of course I do. Back then, I had just lost my Supernova qualification. Bell was dead. All I wanted was revenge. When I saw your potential, I decided to invest in you — as a way to get back on top."

Logan took her hand. "Back then, I was so nervous my palms were sweaty, but I tried to act calm. You said Twilight City hadn’t seen someone like you in ten years."

Natalia’s eyes softened. "Then I gave you that top contract. All the resources were paid for by the City Lord’s Office."

She paused, her voice getting quieter. "I never thought the card I played would become my partner."

Logan stepped in front of her and cupped her face. "Now you have me."

Then, without warning, he kissed her.

Natalia was caught off guard and lost herself in the kiss.

After a long moment, they pulled apart.

Natalia took a deep breath, then closed her eyes, resting her forehead on Logan’s shoulder.

A moment later, she opened her eyes again. Her sharp, cold gaze was back. "Okay, tell me — what’s the special training? A simple date won’t get me that crystal."

Logan stepped back and pulled the blood-red gem from his space ring. "Your Hellweaver can only weave a death net. Once the threads are set, they’re fixed — they can only trap, not change."

He paused, then continued. "But a real net should be alive."

Natalia frowned. "Alive?"

"It should feel, breathe, and adjust itself to the environment." Logan tossed the belief crystal in his hand. "I’m creating a second battle style for you — the Web Domain. It will let you weave a living network of black threads that covers a thousand meters."

He listed the functions clearly: "Group control, instant teleportation, and linking with teammates."

Natalia’s pupils shrank. "How is that even possible? Hellweaver’s threads are strong, but their detail is limited..."

"That was before you broke through to the Saint stage." Logan interrupted. "Now, you have this belief crystal."

Then, Logan changed his tone. "But if I just give it to you, your stage won’t be stable. You need to go through life-or-death pressure so your Soul Sea and Hellweaver fully resonate."

Natalia took a deep breath. "Life-or-death pressure? You’d kill me?"

Logan laughed. "I wouldn’t. But I’ll make you feel the fear of death."

With that, Logan pulled off Natalia’s clothes. "Are you scared?"

Natalia looked at him with a cold stare. "Who scared?"

Then, she flipped him over and sat on his waist.

"If you don’t make me feel real fear, I’ll drain you completely." She licked her lips and leaned down to kiss him.

Suddenly, a sharp pain hit her. She gasped and fell on top of him. "Be gentle! I, I’m still a virgin..."

Logan had never felt anything so elastic and tight before.

He flipped her over and pinned her down with a smile. "Then you’d better be ready to beg for mercy."

Half an hour passed, and Natalia was moaning in pleasure.

An hour later, her voice was hoarse.

Two hours in, she was slamming Logan’s back and screaming she couldn’t take it anymore.

Three hours later, Natalia finally understood what real fear of death felt like.

It was a feeling so intense it made her gasp for air, her brain felt starved of oxygen, but she still loved it.

Four hours later, Natalia’s eyes rolled back, and she passed out.

Logan sat up, wiped the sweat from his face, and began to fix the damage in Natalia’s Soul Sea.

Logan had a Life Crystal, so no matter how many Rune Arrays he carved into his Soul Sea, it stayed strong and healthy.

But Natalia was different. To get stronger, she had carved many arrays into her Soul Sea, and that had caused a lot of hidden damage to her soul.

After Logan fixed it, Natalia let out a soft, satisfied moan.

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Logan sitting in front of her, completely naked. Her face turned red. "You pig."

Logan looked at her, and his body reacted again.

Natalia saw his hard-on make a 180-degree curve and panicked. "Are you coming again?"

Logan smiled. "I’m just bored."

...

When the two returned to the Star Lake base, it was already evening.

Lucia and Sophia had not arrived yet.

Logan led Natalia into the underground training room.

After many upgrades, the room had become a large open space, about a hundred meters in size.

The floor and walls were made of a special energy-absorbing alloy, strong enough to take the impact of a Legend Stage warrior at their peak.

Logan stood on one end of the room and smiled. "We can start the real breakthrough. I’ll release the pressure of 36 stars, and I’ll increase it slowly."

"Start at 10 stars. Every ten minutes, I’ll add 5 more. How long you can take it determines how much you can absorb."

Natalia stood on the other end. Her Hellweaver crawled out of her sleeve, and eight spider-like black threads curled around her, forming a defensive web. "Let’s go."

Logan nodded.

The pressure of 36-star Legend Stage came out like a tidal wave — but he kept it at 15-star.

Natalia felt her shoulders suddenly get heavier.

To her, 15-star pressure was like a gentle breeze.

Her black threads trembled slightly, and that was enough to push the pressure away.

Ten minutes passed.

The pressure went up to 20-star.

Natalia didn’t move.

22-star...

24-star...

When the pressure reached 37-star, Natalia finally felt the weight.

Her black threads began to moan under the strain.

The web trembled violently, as if it might break at any moment.

Logan asked: "Can you take it?"

"What do you think?" Natalia gritted her teeth.

Sweat rolled down her forehead.

Logan kept increasing the pressure.

29-star...

30-stars...

At the moment the pressure hit 30-star, Natalia’s defensive web exploded with a loud bang.

The black threads snapped back, cutting deep lines into her skin.

Natalia dropped to one knee, gasping for breath.

Logan’s voice cut through the pressure: "Do you see it? Your web is too dead. It’s fighting the pressure, not moving with it."

Natalia looked up, her eyes full of blood. "What do you mean?"

"Pressure isn’t about crushing — it’s about weaving." Logan slowly lowered the pressure, giving her time to recover. "Your threads should breathe like a living thing. Feel the rhythm of the pressure. Adjust the thickness and strength of the threads with it. Not fight it. Dance with it."

Natalia thought for a moment.

She stood up again, and the black threads poured out of her body once more.

This time, she didn’t try to make a fixed defense.

Instead, she let the threads float around her, like eight sensitive tentacles, feeling every tiny change in the air.

She said: "Go on."

Logan increased the pressure again.

31-star...

32-star...

This time, when the pressure hit 32-star, the black threads didn’t fight it.

They adjusted to the pressure, changing their strength and tightness.

When the pressure was strong, the threads loosened, absorbing the force.

When it was light, they tightened, storing energy.

Natalia whispered, her eyes lighting up. "I got it..."

Logan’s lips curled slightly. "One step closer. Your Soul Sea isn’t open yet. Give me ten more minutes."

Natalia gritted her teeth and held on.

Her mental power was nearly gone, but the 20 star marks inside her Soul Sea were spinning wildly.

33-star...

Logan increased the pressure again.

Natalia’s black threads began to glow strangely.

They weren’t just black anymore — they had silver, space-like patterns weaving through them.

34-star...

Blood ran from Natalia’s nose.

Her body shook, but her eyes burned with light.

She whispered to herself: "The breaking point..."

"Now!" Logan suddenly shouted.

The pressure shot up to 35-star — the peak.

This was a pressure strong enough to match a Saint Stage warrior at two stars.

Natalia wasn’t ready. She was thrown to her knees.

Blood spewed from her mouth and nose.

Her bones cracked, as if they would break at any moment.

In that moment of life or death, Natalia remembered Logan’s words.

"Pressure isn’t crushing — it’s weaving."

"Make the web alive."

"Not fight it. Dance with it."

She roared: "Web Domain... Open!"

Hellweaver let out a sharp, loud cry.

Not a sound of pain — but of transformation.

Countless black threads burst from Natalia’s body.

No longer eight — now eight hundred, eight thousand, eight ten-thousands!

The threads moved like living things, growing wildly.

In an instant, they shot through the walls of the training room and spread in all directions.

They didn’t break the walls — they merged into space, weaving a huge network that covered a thousand meters in the air.

Inside the training room.

The black threads wrapped around every bit of pressure Logan released. They broke it down, reformed it, and added it to the network.

Natalia slowly stood up. Her eyes turned completely black — like an endless, dark hole.

A visible ripple of space surrounded her.

She raised her hand, watching the black threads dance at her fingertips. "This is... the Web Domain."

Logan stopped the pressure and nodded in satisfaction. "You did it."

The next second, Natalia’s energy exploded.

Logan saw it and immediately shot eight belief crystals into her forehead.

After receiving the crystals, her 20 star marks in the Soul Sea burned, reformed, and rose to a higher level.

Number 21...

Number 22...

Up to number 28.

Saint Stage!

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