Apocalypse with my SSS Harem Beauties-Chapter 86: Some Kind Of Warning

They all couldn’t hide their happiness. The moment their hands wrapped around the new weapons, the exhaustion and pain they carried seemed to fade a little.

These armaments didn’t just look powerful, they radiated strength from another realm. Everyone felt it.

Lilian had once said that weapons born from magical planes were extremely rare. Seeing and gripping them now, they understood why.

The power Myles, Victor, and Nadine displayed using their weapons before had already proven how potent such armaments could be. Owning the same thing like them was a gift beyond anything they had imagined they would receive so soon.

George, Daniel, Ethan, Samantha, Ryan, Kade, and Clara no longer needed to rely on makeshift tools. They now carried true magical weapons that each have their hidden skills and unique abilities.

The undertaker watched them from behind his shadowed hood.

"Are you happy with your prize?" he asked, voice echoing lightly through the mist.

"Of course I’m happy!" Ethan blurted out before anyone else could speak.

He froze right after, realizing how rash he sounded. His lips pressed together as he glanced awkwardly at the others.

Sam and Clara shot him with sharp looks, both clearly unimpressed.

Myles stepped forward, his tone steady but cautious.

"We’re grateful for this. But... is there something you want us to do again?"

Victor stood beside him, his expression thoughtful. He had the same question in his mind.

"Oh, no," the undertaker said, his tone almost cheerful. "For now, I’m done with your group. I’ll simply wait for the next one to arrive and I’ll give them the same opportunity and rewards."

Victor narrowed his eyes slightly. "You always reward anyone who comes here and kills your guardians?"

"Of course," the undertaker replied smoothly.

Victor turned to Myles, and for a moment they exchanged silent understanding.

The others noticed too. There was already another group that had already come through and received their own magical weapons, that meant they weren’t the only ones growing stronger and more will come.

Still, they had one clear advantage, their numbers. Ten against four of the first group. At least that was clear for now.

Myles exhaled slowly, calming his thoughts. "Alright. I think it’s time we said our farewell, Undertaker."

"Oh, yes," the undertaker said with a soft chuckle. "But... are you sure?"

Myles frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Are you sure you want to go back?" the undertaker asked, his tone teasing and almost playful. "Or would you rather move forward to face greater risks and claim greater rewards?"

The air grew tense. The promise of stronger rewards stirred something in each of them, but so did the fear of what "greater risks" might mean.

No one spoke for a while. They all turned toward Myles, waiting for his decision.

Myles stayed silent, his brows deeply furrowed. Power was necessary. In this world, there was never enough of it.

But when he looked back and saw Nadine still lying injured, her body covered in wounds, the weight of choice hit him harder.

The same fate could easily befall the rest of them, or even him.

After a long moment, he finally decided.

"We’ll go back first," Myles said firmly, looking at his friends.

No one argued. For a few seconds, they only stared at him in silence.

Then, one by one, they nodded in agreement. They understood his reason that this time, survival came before ambition. Too greedy will get them killed.

After getting his friends’ confirmation, Myles turned back toward the undertaker.

"We’ll go back now," he said. "All of us."

The undertaker stood still, his tattered robes drifting faintly in the mist.

Myles could swear he saw something within those shadows—a glint, a faint motion that felt like eyes staring back at him.

They weren’t shaped like real eyes, not even close, but Myles felt their focus all the same. It was an uncanny sense of being seen, of being understood in ways words couldn’t reach.

For a long moment, the undertaker said nothing. Then his voice echoed low and calm. "You are their leader, aren’t you?"

Myles hesitated. "I guess you can say that."

"Good," the undertaker replied. "Then you must prepare yourself."

Myles frowned. "What do you mean?"

A cold, uneasy feeling stirred in his chest, as if his instincts were warning him.

The undertaker chuckled softly, the sound rolling like wind through hollow bones.

"I can’t tell you the specifics," he said. "Just know that it’s in my nature to see certain things in my domain."

Before Myles could respond, the blue flames in the undertaker’s lanterns flared violently, rising higher and brighter until the light drowned the mist.

"Wait—what do you mean by that?!" Myles shouted, panic lacing his voice as he realized what was coming.

The blue fire surged outward, wrapping around him and the others in spirals of cold shimmering light.

The flames climbed over their bodies, swallowing their shapes one by one.

Myles felt the fire sear through his senses, not burning but pulling his whole body he was like being dragged through a storm made of light and shadow.

The last thing he saw was the undertaker standing silently, the lanterns blazing brighter than ever. Then everything went dark.

The mist folded in on itself. The blue light faded.

And when silence returned, the undertaker slowly lowered his lanterns. The glow dimmed back to its calm steady flicker.

He turned, his figure dissolving into the black fog as he whispered to no one, "Let’s see how long your light lasts, leader."

Then, without a sound, the undertaker vanished back into the shadows.

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Myles and the other nine of his companions emerged again from the blue fires.

They were looking around and realized that right now they were back in the Soul Forge Altar room, where they were first time killing the crowned monster.

They start to celebrate. But among them there was Myles, who furrowed his brows in deep concentration. He was still pondering over the ominous words from the undertaker.

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