Becoming the Wasteland Overlord With My Harem System!-Chapter 237: A Goodbye

Fenrir stared at the intruder, the one she referred to as the Demon King, the young man named Wrath—Mephistopheles. She felt a sense of wariness, determined not to let him out of her sight.

She was anxious.

Despite her current strength, she knew she was still too weak to confront him—someone on par with great gods like the Olympians and the Asgardians.

"So you summoned me to help you retrieve your pet!" Wrath said with a smile. "For that, I’ll reduce the price from 90% of your strength to just 75%! How generous of me, right?"

"... Damn."

Greed, of course, was reluctant to call upon him if he could avoid it.

He understood the steep price he would have to pay. Yet, he also knew that the others would not come to his aid. They would merely watch him perish if he reached out to them. Only Wrath would be willing to assist him, if it came to that.

For Greed, it was preferable to sacrifice his hard-earned power—and even his position as one of the Seven Sins—than to lose his life forever. Anyone who was sane and not clinging to a dying wish would have undoubtedly made the same choice.

[Do I look like I want to be your pet?!]

Fenrir moved as soon as she saw Wrath distracted. She leapt forward, swinging her claws down in one swift, uninterrupted motion. It was so fast that Greed, who was watching her the entire time, couldn’t even react in time!

"Hey, I’ll play with you later. I need to get my payment first."

But Wrath casually lifted a hand, pinning Fenrir’s paw in place. He didn’t even flinch, as if her strike was as harmless as a feather’s touch.

Then, completely disregarding her, Wrath extended a hand toward the weakened Greed.

"A-AAAAGH!"

He cried out in pain.

Something was being "absorbed" from his body—something intangible, yet unmistakably felt by those present. It was Greed’s "strength," his stats, being drained rapidly.

If anyone had been watching, they would have noticed Greed’s stats plummeting while Wrath’s were rising. It was an almost efficient transfer with minimal loss in between.

"Alright, that feels like 75%," Wrath said, nodding as he closed his palm. "But still... you got stronger while I wasn’t looking, Greed. Not strong enough to make me worry, but still an achievement I should praise... It’s mine now, anyway."

Greed dropped to his knees.

Considering that his body was now only half of what it had been, and that his energy had dwindled to 25% of its former level, he honestly looked like he could die at any moment. Yet, he clung to life stubbornly.

"Alright, now go back to Hell. I’ll handle this side for you as a free service!"

"...Tsk!"

Given his arrogance, Greed truly despised the man to his core.

However, it was indeed dangerous for him to remain there. If he got caught between the two fighters, he’d be a thousand percent deader than dead. Thus, he obediently opened another black portal leading back to whence he came.

However...

[Did I give you permission to leave?!]

Fenrir opened her mouth, targeting Greed along with the portal. Just as she was about to close her jaws and initiate "devour"...

CLANK!

The golden chains of the Gleipnir binding her were yanked forcefully to the side, causing her bite to miss its target and hit nothing but empty air. Greed didn’t dare look back as he rushed into the portal, disappearing without a word. He had managed to escape—an extremely bad outcome for Fenrir and the girls.

Yet, that wasn’t Fenrir’s main concern at the moment.

"You’ve become too volatile, Fenrir," the young man, Wrath, chuckled, tugging at the golden chains in his grasp. "I don’t remember training you like this. I suppose I should start by making you behave?"

[Shut up!]

Fenrir didn’t stop.

Now that her original target had escaped, she had no choice but to retreat. Fighting an enemy who was far too overpowered compared to her was a fool’s choice.

However, retreating now, with the Demon King on her tail, would be a bad idea.

She couldn’t escape, and she couldn’t fight. She felt utterly helpless...

A face flashed in Fenrir’s mind.

The face of the one she had chosen to be her master for life.

Fenrir’s expression crumpled in a mix of anger, fear, and anxiety. Her fate felt practically sealed. There was no way she could escape...

"Huh?"

Wrath tilted his head, staring at Gleipnir in his hand.

He had managed to grab it, with one end properly connected to Fenrir. However, the other end seemed to continue due west, vanishing into the horizon.

"You... were you tamed by someone else?" Wrath asked, his voice quiet but laced with something unsettling.

As if he were boiling inside.

Fenrir couldn’t discern whether it was anger, jealousy, or something much murkier.

And...

She didn’t need to guess.

"Well, I guess it doesn’t matter."

Wrath held the chain in both hands, the Gleipnir that was said to be impossible to break, and pulled hard.

Within seconds, the golden chains creaked, crying out in pain. It was breaking, and cracks began to appear slowly but surely. Fenrir felt excruciating pain as it happened.

Gleipnir was, after all, a "weapon" of the gods binding her soul.

Any damage inflicted on it would also be dealt to her soul equally. Wrath’s actions felt as if Fenrir’s very soul was being twisted apart! The pain wasn’t physical, leaving her unable to comprehend it fully.

All she wanted was to scream at the top of her lungs, but no voice emerged.

Her eyes, nose, and mouth bled as Wrath continued his torment.

"Haha... Wait a minute. It’s almost done...!"

He laughed while breaking the chains, relishing the sight of Fenrir collapsing to her knees in agony.

"Just a bit... more...!"

Gleipnir was on the verge of being shattered.

The crack was already significant, with one side of the chain nearly severed. Only the other half of that link remained intact...!

At that moment,

"What the hell are you doing to my Fenrir?"

BAM!

A kick suddenly struck Wrath’s face.

The demon, of course, saw it coming before it arrived.

However, he deemed it unworthy of evasion... Only to change his mind a moment too late, as a surge of power coursed through him just before the attack connected.

This sudden surge of power was unlike anything he had encountered before.

It felt almost as if the Sun God’s punishment was crashing down upon him with full force!

"BUFU!"

Wrath was sent flying backward, tumbling across the ground—no, drilling into the earth as he traveled in a near-straight, diagonal line downward.

The man who had delivered the kick caught the falling golden chains and examined them. The crack was so severe that it was almost completely severed.

"Sorry, I’m late," the man whispered apologetically. "I had to run the rest of the way as soon as I felt the strange tug on your chain."

Fenrir stared through her blurry, bloodied vision.

The man she thought she would never see again after Wrath appeared. The man who was her life...

[A-Axel...!]

The love of her life had come back just in time to rescue her!