Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

Chapter 471: Chapter467-Force of Karma



As the two figures who had just attacked were injured by Owen, the woman, now recovered, charged at him again.

In an instant, she was upon him.

Radiant light emanated from Owen's entire body, repelling her once more. The lingering brightness clung to her, invading her body as though intent on assimilating her into itself.

Owen prepared to capitalize on his momentum when, suddenly, the sky above tore open, revealing a massive black abyss stretching thousands of meters across. From it descended a colossal hand, as if forged from steel.

The hand was as majestic as a mountain, exuding an unshakable aura. In its presence, all magic and Order seemed insignificant.

As it appeared, it became the center of all existence, enveloping Owen within its palm as though intent on sealing him forever.

The overwhelming hand descended, whipping up piercing gales. Owen felt unprecedented pressure bearing down on him, and the space beneath his feet shattered into a bottomless abyss.

"Has The Celestial finally decided to intervene?" Owen murmured to himself.

As the massive hand continued its relentless descent, a voice as cold as a biting wind echoed from the Time River, causing its very waters to tremble and ripple.

"You have crossed the line!"

The voice was imbued with majesty and frost.

As it reached Owen's ears, he found the tone hauntingly familiar. His gaze instinctively turned toward the end of the Time River.

There, a radiant brilliance composed of all elements shimmered-a prismatic convergence of mana that no mortal could gaze upon directly.

At its center, stars seemed to gather and orbit.

And there stood a figure Owen knew to his very core.

Leslie.

His wife.

The ultimate antagonist of the original series.

"She's come from the end of the Time River, likely from the future, just like these others," Owen thought, a hint of disbelief in his expression.

The three Primordial God-level figures who had attacked him earlier hadn't stirred much emotion within him. They were strangers, after all.

But seeing Leslie, his wife, emerge from the future sent a tidal wave of complex emotions through him.

"Leslie... Leslie is here..."

Rachel, too, recognized Leslie's aura instantly.

If, during their initial meeting, Rachel had viewed Leslie with caution, their shared trials had since transformed her wariness into trust. She now regarded Leslie as an eternal ally.

Meanwhile, the four monsters on the black sea wore expressions of sheer disbelief as they stared at Leslie's arrival with eyes wide in shock.

"Who is she? Not only does she dare question The Celestial, but her terrifying aura has caused such enormous ripples in the Time River!"

"How could someone this powerful exist in the distant future?"

"Her mere presence, leaking through time, is enough to crush us utterly. Just how strong is she?"

The monsters had never imagined someone could grow to such a horrifying extent under The Celestial's watchful gaze.

Now, gazing upon Leslie, they felt their eyes might rupture. Blood seeped from the corners of their eyes, tears of crimson borne from beholding something they were never meant to see.

With a single glance, they hastily withdrew their gazes, suppressing their auras and minds, daring not to look again.

Some even harbored thoughts of escape, though they were as bound to the black sea as its prisoners, unable to flee.

The Chief and the others, recognizing that the imposing figure seemed to be an ally of Owen and Rachel, breathed a sigh of relief.

They turned their attention to the massive descending hand.

With Leslie's sudden appearance, the hand's advance faltered, as if impeded by some unseen force.

Meanwhile, the woman who had emerged from the Time River, upon seeing Leslie, furrowed her brows in anger.

"Leslie!"

Her voice was laced with fury, her expression one of unrestrained hatred, as though she wished to tear Leslie apart.

Owen and Rachel exchanged confused glances, puzzled by this woman's intense hostility toward Leslie. Could she be their enemy in the future?

Recalling her earlier cryptic remarks, Owen's brows knitted.

Leslie, noticing the woman, responded coldly, "Dolores, you have overstepped."

As she spoke, Leslie's presence grew even more imposing, her aura blooming with radiant, sovereign power. Layers of luminescent gossamer surrounded her, creating an ethereal, enigmatic appearance.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

With a glint of icy resolve in her eyes, Leslie unleashed a blast of frost that transformed into jagged shards, locking onto Dolores.

Before Dolores could react, her entire body was encased in resilient ice, her flesh slowly turning translucent, merging with the frosty prison.

Dolores was horrified. She hadn't expected Leslie to attack so brazenly upon emerging from the Time River.

Golden light emanated from her body, holy and radiant, as she tried to dispel the ice encasing

her.

But the sacred light proved ineffective against the resilient frost. Forced to act decisively, she detonated portions of her own flesh, breaking free of her confinement.

However, the self-inflicted damage left her pale, though her fury reached a boiling point. Glaring at Owen, she spat venomously, "I came across time and space today for one reason: to

kill you, Owen, you beast!"

Owen blinked in confusion.

To him, Dolores was a stranger. He had never met her, so why was she so determined to call him a beast?

Even if there were some unresolved conflict in the future, he had done nothing to her in the present. How could he deserve this?

The Chief and the others exchanged intrigued looks, their gazes flitting between Owen and

Dolores.

Although they didn't know Dolores, her Primordial God status marked her as a formidable

figure anywhere.

That she would cross the Time River, braving the consequences of causality, all for Owen... what could he have possibly done to provoke such wrath?

Others might not know Owen well, but Rachel did. She couldn't help but wonder if Dolores, judging by her behavior, was yet another of Owen's entangled flames.

As speculation swirled, Leslie quietly transmitted her voice to Owen.

"Don't mind her. She's just a lunatic."

Owen nodded.

If Leslie said so, there was no need for concern.

Leslie, shrouded in luminous veils, floated to Owen's side. She looked at him, her beautiful

eyes filled with concern.

"I didn't expect the situation here to be so dire," she said softly, her tone shifting to one of

lethal resolve. "But now I'm here."

Owen felt a surge of warmth in his chest.

He understood the risks Leslie had taken to traverse the Time River. Such a journey required immense strength and came with the weighty burden of the Force of Karma.

One misstep, and the explosion of karmic retribution could annihilate even a Primordial God.

Yet despite the overwhelming danger, she had come for him.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the emotions welling within, Owen asked, "What happened

in the future?"

From Dolores and the other Primordial Gods' pursuit, it was clear that some great turmoil

had erupted in the future.

As he spoke, the air trembled.

An unstoppable torrent of causality, like an overwhelming flood, surged toward Owen.

Before he could react, the torrent was upon him, inescapable and unavoidable.

It felt as though his very existence was destined to be erased, an undeniable decree of fate.

Owen's heart trembled. He realized that this force of karma, capable of obliterating even Primordial Gods, was beyond his ability to withstand.