Loser to Legend: Gathering Wives with My Unlimited Money System-Chapter 70: Versus Titan

"Stop this madness at once!" Kilop shouted, stepping in front of the fallen.

His voice echoed across the blood-soaked crater, shaky but firm. "Why are you doing this? Are you not a beast yourself? We’re brothers. Sisters. We come from the same root, the same god!"

Piolet laughed—loud and cruel. A twisted sound that didn’t feel natural.

"Kikiki! Look at you—begging." He clutched his stomach and bent forward, mocking. "Now that your ’Prime Ten’ are burnt meat, you’re trying to pull the ’we are one’ card? What a pathetic joke." His eyes gleamed like two shards of metal under neon lights coming front the spaceship above.

Without missing a beat, he turned to his mercenaries and barked, "Shoot them all. Everyone. I want this done in five minutes."

The order was like throwing fire into a powder barrel.

The mercs opened fire.

Plasma rounds, laser bolts, scatter shots—lit up the crater like fireworks. But this was no celebration. This was a slaughter.

They didn’t aim.

They didn’t choose.

An elderly wolf beast, crawling toward his dead wife, was blasted through the chest.

A doe-like beast clutching a child screamed as her face melted off in a white-hot beam.

Some ran. Most didn’t make it two steps.

The air smelled like scorched fur and burning oil. Screams were swallowed by the hum of guns.

And then—

A child screamed.

He couldn’t have been older than five.

A rabbit-type boy, his fur grey and fluffy, running with tiny legs. He wasn’t heading for safety. He was heading back—back to his mother, who had just fallen behind him.

A red beam cut across the field—

Bzzz-CRACK!

The child’s chest burst open. Blood and flesh scattered across the stone ground like meat from a shattered fruit.

His little body collapsed with a soft flop, eyes wide, lips still moving... but no sound.

Xavier stood there, watched in horror. The kid was Kilop’s grandson who had apologized to Xavier for throwing the fragment into the carter.

And now... he was dead.

’What can I do? Their weapons are unlike anything I have seen. They are dying as soon as they move, as soon as the laser falls on them. They are killing everyone with no intention of stopping. They will kill me too.’ Xavier took out the gun Jason had given him. But it was an old gun that wouldn’t even scratch the mercs’ suits.

For a moment—just a moment—everything stopped.

Piolet’s smile vanished.

He raised a hand.

"Stop. Now."

The gunfire died.

Only the crackle of burning corpses and the mechanical breathing of the Titan remained.

Piolet walked forward slowly, his boots stepping over corpses and weapons, his eyes dark.

He turned, faced his own men. "Who. Shot. That. Kid?"

Silence.

The mercenaries looked at each other. Some shrugged. Others avoided eye contact.

"I gave you a clear fucking order. It’s our rule in every raid! A fucking code of conduct," he said, voice low. "You were to kill everyone. But not. The children."

Still silence.

He exhaled, rolled his neck, then clapped his hands—sharp and cold.

"No more mistakes," he said. "No kids will be harmed."

Kilop’s eyes softened for a moment. His lips parted. "You... you have mercy..."

Piolet turned his head with a smirk. "Mercy?"

Then, his grin widened. Twisted.

"No, you old rabbit. They’re valuable."

He gestured toward the ship. "Round them up. Lock them in the slave deck. That’s millions in credit right there. Pretty little beasts to be sold to fat scumbags in the Black Moons."

Kilop’s blood turned cold.

Piolet snapped his fingers.

"Titan."

The Titan’s red eye glowed brighter.

It turned toward the children.

Each step it took made the ground shake. A low hum vibrated through the bones of everyone present. The mechanical hulk walked forward like death incarnate.

The remaining beasts tried to shield the children, but they were too few, too weak, too helpless.

The Titan reached them.

The ground trembled beneath his feet.

The Titan had moved into the crowd of children. Its mechanical arms extended like giant claws, scanning for the easiest ones to grab first.

Xavier was frozen. He knew he couldn’t stop it. Not with his weak human body. Not with a gun that barely did anything. His fingers trembled on the trigger, useless.

Then—

"Grrraaaaaah!!"

Lyra dashed forward like a bolt of lightning.

Her body blurred. She wasn’t just fast. She was feral.

One moment she was beside him.

The next—she was already on the Titan.

She leapt up its arm, flipped off its shoulder, and landed a spinning kick to its neck joint. Sparks exploded from the point of impact.

The Titan roared. Its arms flailed, trying to swat her off like a bug.

But Lyra was too quick. Too precise.

Xavier watched, stunned.

It wasn’t just wild flailing. She moved like a tactician. She knew the anatomy of her enemy—machine or not.

Every strike she landed had purpose. Every dodge was calculated.

And then Xavier remembered what she’d told him back at the camp.

"Bull trained me personally."

Of course she was different. She wasn’t like the others. She wasn’t just surviving—she was built to kill.

Left knee—weak joint. Neck seal—exposed wire. Right optic—overloaded by light.

Her claws pierced into one of the joints and ripped it out. Fluid sprayed like burst veins. The Titan staggered, and she climbed higher.

She didn’t stop moving. That was the key. If she stopped, she was dead.

And she wasn’t dying today.

With a final howl, she jammed her claws into the reactor node behind its head. She twisted.

And then—boom.

The Titan exploded.

The shockwave hit her first. Her body was thrown into the air as metal, oil, and blood rained down like a storm.

But she landed on her feet. Panting. Shaking.

But still alive. Right in front of Xavier.

Xavier shielded his face as shards of metal and machine parts fell like shrapnel.

The crater turned black.

And in the middle of it stood Lyra—bloodied, covered in oil that seemed like blood.