Reborn as a Transcendent-Chapter 650: Critical Moment, Thunder God Descends!

Pete and David managed to steady themselves midair before landing hard, their eyes fixed on Mylene—staring in disbelief at the girl who had just ruined their kill. That this small, delicate-looking girl held such overwhelming power was simply beyond belief.

[Tragic Wind] Pete wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, forcing down his shock. His expression turned grim—this girl wasn’t just strong. She was stronger than Ronald. [Lightning Wolf] David stood tall, lightning sparking along his arms. The pain from her earlier strike still echoed through him, fueling the murderous glint in his eyes. He wanted payback.

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“Grandpa, are you okay?” Mylene didn’t spare the two attackers so much as a glance, her full attention on Ronald.

“It’s just my old injuries acting up. Nothing I can’t handle.” Ronald gave his chest a light pat, doing his best to appear strong. He couldn’t let himself look weak in front of his granddaughter.

Mylene let out a breath of relief. Across the room, Pete and David rolled their eyes in disdain—only to feel their irritation deepen. She still hadn’t acknowledged them. As if they were nothing.

To be ignored by a mere girl—when they were elite S-ranked Transcendents—was humiliation of the highest order. Their fury erupted alongside their auras, flooding the room with violent pressure.

“Grandpa, you’re not in any shape to fight. Take a break. I’ll handle them,” Mylene said calmly.

“Alright—but be careful. They’re not that weak.” Ronald’s honest warning, however well-meant, only poured fuel on the fire.

‘Not that weak?’ the two thought furiously. ‘We nearly killed you a moment ago!’

“Oh, they’re not that weak,” Mylene replied with a smile, raising her hand and pinching her fingers together to show a tiny gap. “Just this much.” To Pete and David, it was pure mockery.

“Good… very good! You dare mock me again and again!” [Lightning Wolf] David snapped. Lightning surged wildly across his body, his blonde hair crackling upright with static.

“What an interesting child… Are all Cathayan brats this arrogant and full of themselves?” [Tragic Wind] Pete sneered, and in the next moment, violent winds howled around him as his aura exploded outward.

“It’s going to cost you, trashing my home like this,” Mylene said coolly. “You’ll be paying with your lives.” After spending time around Yaeger, Mylene had picked up more than just her scent. Her speech, her poise—little by little, she was beginning to mirror her. But wasn’t it only natural for a younger sister to imitate her elder?

“Heh.” The two S-ranks chuckled darkly in unison, their killing intent rising like a tide.

As if responding to an unspoken signal, Pete and David pushed off the ground and surged forward. Wind howled and lightning crackled as their powers erupted into chaos.

Pete reached her first. Without hesitation, he repeated his earlier move—slicing his wind-forged blades straight toward her neck. His goal was simple: one clean strike to take her head.

But the strike, fast as the wind itself, sliced through nothing. Mylene had vanished—completely.

A wet, tearing sound filled the air—like fabric and flesh being ripped apart. Before Pete could react, searing pain erupted in his chest.

He looked down in horror. Mylene now stood right in front of him, completely silent— Her hand buried deep in his chest, his heart crushed in her grasp.

"You…" Pete’s expression froze in stunned disbelief. His eyes, once cold and confident, now brimmed with fear. He had never imagined Mylene could move this fast.

‘She’s faster… even faster than a wind-imbued S-ranked like me… Is this a dream?' Mylene withdrew her hand, her face unreadable. Pete wanted to say something—perhaps a name, perhaps a warning. But no sound came. He died where he stood.

“You… you killed Pete?” David skidded to a halt, horror twisting his features. He stared at Mylene as if she were no longer human—but something far worse.

“Well, now—that’s rare,” Mylene said coolly, peeling off her gloves. “Another lightning user, just like me.”

The instant her gloves hit the ground, lightning burst forth in every direction. The room lit up with blinding white as raw electrical energy surged around her.

“You like playing with lightning? Then let’s play.” Even before she finished the sentence, her body surged with power. Thunder crackled across her skin—she stood like a storm goddess incarnate.

“Storm… Storm Emperor! You’re the [Storm Emperor]!” David’s voice cracked with panic. A cold chill ran down his spine as the truth struck him like lightning.

The petite girl standing before him wasn’t just a Grandmaster— She was the [Storm Emperor], a renowned S-ranked Transcendent. The realization shattered his composure completely.