Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Monolith had two options when dealing with the leech clinging to his arm. Pluck it off with his free hand or make Zach let go by swinging his arm around and slamming him into the ground.

Out of those two options, using both arms for a single puny human would leave him open to the attacks of the three maids. While Monolith was confident in his durability and defense, he could instinctively feel that he should not accumulate too much damage.

It was admirable.

In a short few months, these kids, still wet behind their ears, had grown from being utterly and completely useless in front of his might to actually making him consider his actions. Swinging his fists around to block any stray attacks and send them flying was no longer as good as the best method to deal with them.

Monolith brought his arm down and crouched to slam Zach into the ground. As Yanael lunged to stab him in his back, Monolith kicked out like a horse with his leg and sent her flying.

He headbutted Alzara into the ground when she aimed for his neck, and when Soara leaped over to try and grasp his head, he grabbed her by the ankle and slammed her into the ground next to Alzara.

"You fucking…!" Zach growled in anger.

He didn't need to be a genius to realize that Monolith was basically toying with them. He had played along so far. But he wasn't having it anymore.

Monolith's gaze flickered to Zach, whose hair seemed to be fluttering in the non-existent wind. He could feel something from Zach's body.

Zach boiled over with rage. He bit into the stony flesh of Monlith's hand, even as Monolith raised him up and slammed him down again.

Monolith hadn't just toyed with them. He had also struck Yanael, Alzara, and Soara, making them bleed.

It was only natural in a fight, especially against something like Monolith. But that didn't mean Zach had to accept the suffering of his familiars. He wanted to inflict that pain on Monolith, no matter what it took.

He bit and clawed at Monolith's arm with everything he had. Strength surged through his body, even as his nails broke and his fingertips bled. Even as Monolith slammed him into the ground repeatedly while fending off the other students and familiars with the rest of his body, Zach didn't let go, fall unconscious, or give up.

He wasn't going to let go until Monolith bled. As he continued holding on, as Monlith continued breaking him, his hair continued to flutter like the flames of a wildfire. His dark red eyes started glowing with a mysterious blue sheen.

Monolith narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

Of all the students who had come to fight him, he had been curious about why Zach, who was the strongest, only used physical strength and his mystical barriers to fight. With a body that well-trained, he should have accessed martial energy a long time ago.

But it wasn't that he didn't have any energy to support him. He just couldn't use it. Monolith didn't recognize the energy, but it gave him a numbing feeling whenever a few tendrils and droplets of it escaped Zach like steam and came in contact with his skin.

Monolith had no intentions of killing the students for multiple reasons. But he wasn't here to help them bring out their full potential, either. So, he slammed Zach down into the ground as hard as he could without killing the kid.

Zach's eyes shone bright, but he had already lost the ability to think. He was in a state of semi-consciousness that only made his body move to attack and cling to Monolith's arm. He couldn't let go even if he wanted to.

It only took a few earth-shaking strikes for Zach to completely lose consciousness and let Monolith peel him off and put him next to his familiars and the other students and their familiars, also unconscious or too tired, broken, and injured to continue fighting.

Even in the darkness of unconsciousness, Zach felt it. He felt the overwhelming sensation of failure like worms gnawing at his heart and shitting in his stomach. They had failed.

When he finally woke up three days later, those feelings only grew worse and clearer with the support of a waking mind. Zach could tell how miserable the fight had been.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

They had used every trick they had that could contribute to the fight. They had even succeeded in tricking Monolith with their sudden change in appearance in the rotation if the expression on his face when he grabbed Zach instead of Anerias was any indication.

But that surprise had only served to make Monolith decide it was enough.

They hadn't even forced Monolith to display half his strength when they gave it their all.

It was miserable. Depressing. Humiliating.

Their best, the top students of the Academy for Summoners' best didn't even measure up to Monolith's thighs.

How were they supposed to defeat Monolith or even the Great Ugor? They might not even get the opportunity to defeat Monolith now that the school year had ended. But that was even more humiliating.

They would forever live with the shame of defeat at the hands of Monolith. And if nothing else changed, they would forever live as fourth-years of the Academy for Summoners since they would never graduate.

The Underworld wouldn't remain stagnant and let the students surpass them. Monolith, Jigak, and any other Named underworlders at their level, not to mention the Great Ugor, wouldn't do nothing while the students poured their blood, sweat, and tears into getting stronger. They wouldn't be sitting on their tight assess waiting for the students to come and beat them.

The wall would keep rising higher into the sky. Read exclusive content at empire

The students had trouble accepting that. Alas, they had no choice.

This time, the principal didn't even give them the option to stick around at the Academy during their break. He kicked them out.