Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 249: Mimic of Love

WHUUSH!!

Validia’s body blurred as she vanished from view.

The wolf didn’t even get to blink.

Its neck twisted, its crystal cracked, and then—

BAAAAMMM!!

its body slammed into the pavement hard enough to leave a crater.

Nathan’s breath caught. Blood still dripped from his shoulder, his chest rose and fell like a broken engine, but his eyes couldn’t stop tracking her.

Validia wasn’t just supporting him anymore.

She was leading the charge.

Another wolf leapt from behind, mid-air— fangs bared.

Validia turned slightly.

CRACK!

Her elbow shattered the wolf’s jaw.

Nathan blinked. That thing moved at over 200 km/h. And she still reacted in time?

"...Hah..."

He tried to stand, but his legs trembled. Not from injury.

From something else.

Fear.

Of her.

He had been feeling like a powerful protagonist for past few Chapters But that all gone again because of the reality in front of his eyes.

This was raw power.

Feral. Perfectly controlled.

And not human.

One of the wolves lunged again.

Validia caught its snout with one hand.

Just one.

The wolf snarled, struggled, kicked with its claws—

Validia squeezed.

CRRK!!

Its skull dented. The body twitched. Then went limp like a doll dropped from a child’s hand.

"...You’re..." Nathan whispered. "You’re not even trying... are you?"

Validia didn’t answer. Her back was to him. Her horns glinted faintly in the firelight.

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In other place....

CRAAASSHH!!

David crashed into a parked car, the metal bending from the impact.

"AGH—!!"

He rolled off the hood, staggering up, daggers drawn— but his arms were shaking. Blood ran down from his temple, mixing with sweat.

"Come on... come on... focus..."

Across from him, the giant serpent with violet scales slithered through the street like a cursed river. Its tail shattered a lamppost, its tongue flicking through the air.

"Fiona, stay... STAY HIDDEN!!" David yelled.

From the second floor, Fiona peeked through the cracked window, visibly trembling.

The snake hissed, then darted forward again.

BRUAAAGH!!

BOOOM!!

David’s daggers clashed against its scale—but he was flung backward again, smashing through a bus stop.

His gauntlet lit up with electricity, sparking randomly—but it wasn’t enough.

"Too fast..." he gritted his teeth. "Even if I’m faster than average... I’m still not Nathan... I’m not even close..."

The serpent surged toward him again. David tried to leap—but it whipped its body sideways mid-dash.

BANG!!

He flew like a ragdoll, slammed into a tree, coughing blood. His rib cracked.

And then...

SCREEEEEEEECHHH!!!

Sirens.

The entire block was now screaming.

Civilians ran, their faces pale in the dim light. Some tried to flee in cars. Others ducked into stores.

Police drones hovered, scanning—but failing to act.

Chaos. Screams. Crashes.

And one monster... dominating the street.

David groaned. He could hear the chaos, but barely.

His eyes blurred.

But even through the haze, he could still hear her voice—calling out to him.

"...David..."

"David, please..."

David lay half-conscious near the curb, the world spinning around him—sirens, screaming, distant crashes.

His lungs burned. His ribs stabbed with every breath. His arms trembled as he tried to rise, knees buckling.

But then—

"David... please... don’t die...!"

His eyes snapped open.

That voice—

"...Fiona...?"

He forced his neck up.

She was at the window—barely visible through the smoke, framed by flickering light.

"Fiona...! Stay back! Don’t—"

But she didn’t answer.

The voice came again.

"David... I’m scared..."

He froze.

That didn’t come from above.

That came from—

David turned.

The serpent was in front of him, just meters away.

Its yellow eyes burned.

Its jaw half-open.

And from deep within its throat—

"David... help me..."

Came her voice.

But distorted.

Too slow.

Too soft.

Like someone learning how to speak through recorded audio.

David’s blood ran cold.

"...No way..."

"David..."

The voice repeated—more confident this time.

More seductive.

"Come closer... I’m hurt..."

The snake hissed, its tongue flicking. Its glowing scales pulsed.

And then it moved—

Not to strike.

But to slither in a circle.

It coiled gently, like it was... hugging something.

Something invisible.

David’s breath hitched.

And then he saw it.

Fiona’s camouflage... was still active.

She was still in the apartment.

The "Fiona" he saw earlier?

That was a projection.

And the snake... had mimicked her voice...

To lure him.

To keep him standing.

To toy with him.

David’s legs buckled.

His rage flared.

"You—" he hissed.

"You bastard...!"

The snake’s grin widened—its split jaws parting.

And then in a horrifying mockery of emotion, it whispered again:

"David... I love you..."

David stared.

That voice—

That fake, twisted, skin-crawling voice—

Still echoed in his head.

"David... I love you..."

The serpent hissed again, slow and lazy, its tongue flicking out like it was tasting his anger.

Its coiled body pulsed gently, almost smiling.

"Monster..." David growled.

His gauntlet sparked erratically, his dagger humming with unstable electricity.

"You... can mimic emotions?"

No answer.

But the serpent tilted its head slightly—its yellow eyes glowing brighter.

It knew what it was doing.

It wasn’t just attacking.

It was baiting.

"...You wanted me mad?"

David’s breath hitched.

He staggered—his knees giving out for half a second before he forced himself upright again.

A splatter of blood hit the ground.

His mouth was bleeding.

Internal damage.

The last hit... had probably ruptured something.

He wiped his lips roughly with the back of his hand.

The red streak on his glove was proof enough.

"...Fuck."

He looked up again.

The serpent was still waiting. Still smiling.

Mocking.

David lost it.

"RAAAAAAGHHHH!!!"

He charged.

Electricity flared, not in clean arcs—but wild, snapping bolts that surged from his gauntlet like uncontrolled lightning.

His footsteps were uneven.

His arms moved too fast, too wide.

He wasn’t attacking to win.

He was attacking to hurt.

CLANG!

SWIPE!

CLAAANG!!

Each dagger swing left afterimages in the air, slashes that cracked concrete and sliced through lamp posts—but the serpent moved with fluid grace, evading without effort.

It didn’t strike back.

It just... watched.

David’s eyes burned.

Tears?

No. Sweat and blood. Maybe frustration.

"You don’t get to smile—!"