Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235: An Unexpected Victory

The lobby that had once roared with cheers and chatter now felt hollow, the silence broken only by the rhythmic tapping of the receptionist’s fingers on her keyboard. The great spectacle of the day had already passed in the eyes of most cadets... Raijin’s true rise and his stopping at the forty-ninth level.

Eleanor’s name, however, remained on the board, stubbornly ticking upward at its own unhurried pace. One level. Then another. Each update arriving after nearly the full ten minutes had drained away.

To the impatient, it looked pathetic. To the keen-eyed, it spoke of endurance beyond reason.

By the time she pressed into the thirties, the crowd had thinned to nothing. Evening shadows stretched long across the windows of the combat building. Ophelia, after waiting far longer than most, stood with reluctance, her expression soft with concern. "I’ll bring her something to eat. If she’s still in there when I come back, at least she won’t have to be in an empty stomach after this long fight." Kiara and Maira agreed and followed, leaving the hall with the faint clatter of boots and laughter.

Raijin lingered longer, basking in the last echoes of praise, but when Eleanor’s progress crawled to the thirty-fifth level without spectacle or collapse, his pride assured him she posed no threat. He and his entourage drifted out with lazy confidence, speaking of other things.

At last, only the receptionist remained. She didn’t look up from her screen, though her eyes flicked once at the update board.

[The Tower of Legends]

Cadet Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor (10156659) – level 36

The glowing letters pulsed in the empty lobby, unnoticed by anyone else.

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Just as Eleanor expected, the moment she stepped into level fifty she was greeted by a vast horde: Stone Golems, Ironhide Ogres, Bloodstone Gargants, Bone Colossi, Carrion Hulks, Rustclaw Beasts, Chitin Lords, Stonehorn Behemoths, Venomfang Hydras, Blight Serpents, and Magma Fiends. Among them were the long-forgotten fallen of her first twenty-five levels... Skeletons, Goblins, Crocodile Monsters, Ogres, Orcs, Giant Spiders, Three-headed Hydras, and Trolls.

This time she did not hesitate. She unleashed her bloodline and began the slaughter. Corpses piled into mountains as she carved her way through the valley, its edges hemmed in by towering trees. She spared no creature—every foe met with a single, fatal strike.

All her bloodline abilities were in play:

Overdrive Focus [Active] – Latent energy channelled into heightened speed and reflexes.

Mind Acceleration [Active] – Cognitive speed amplified; enemy movements predicted in real time.

Tactical Foresight [Passive] – Battlefield read at a glance; every strike and step optimised.

Killing Precision [Passive] – Blows drawn unerringly to vital points.

Predator’s Awareness [Passive] – Sensitivity to the faintest shift in intent or movement.

Bloodlust Instinct [Passive] – Combat instincts honed to lethal perfection.

Holding them all at once drained her mercilessly, but it was necessary. Against an army this vast, she had no other chance... there were simply too many to count.

When at last the last monster fell, scarcely five minutes had passed. Pleased with the result, she ascended towards the doorway carved into the mountainside and released her active abilities. At once, fatigue crashed over her body and mind. She sank down cross-legged, breathing deep, and slipped into meditation to recover her strength for what lay ahead.

If the next floor was another gravity trial, she would need every shred of power before stepping through.

"At the twenty-sixth level, my body underwent a transformation. I wonder if it will affect my real body. After all, this is only a created realm. But if the changes manifest in reality, then this tower challenge will be far more valuable than I imagined," she mused to herself.

At last, she opened the door and stepped into the fifty-first level. To her surprise, she was alone. The chamber was the same stark white as the gravity trial, but without any crushing pressure. The staircase stood in plain sight, not far away.

"Is this level broken... or have I already adapted so well to gravity that I no longer feel it?" she wondered.

She advanced cautiously. A sharp whoosh cut through the silence, and before she could retreat, a steel needle slammed into her leg. The sound ceased.

Eleanor gritted her teeth against the searing pain, yanked the needle free, and watched the wound knit itself closed. Frowning, she placed her sword on the floor where she had been standing. The sound returned, and this time she saw the needles: dozens of them shooting from hidden slits in the walls, all aimed precisely at the weapon.

Now she understood. The last trial had been strength; this one was agility.

She lifted her sword and shield, braced herself, and stepped forward. The barrage began at once. Steel whistled through the air. She parried, blocked, dodged... but still several struck home, biting into her flesh. Pain lanced through her, but she pressed on.

With each step closer to the staircase, the speed of the needles increased. They tore past her defences, embedding themselves in her arms, her sides, her legs.

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