Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

"To think he wasn't doing much of anything. That's unlike him," the person at the front of the group that had just joined them in front of the entrance to the sixth layer continued with a relaxed tone, despite the oppressive wariness from Jigak. The maids were also staring daggers at the man and underworlder who had suddenly appeared in the tunnel.

The maids looked at the students behind Monolith. Dukiel, Violina, Anerias, and Nessa were gagged and tied together by their hands and feet like prisoners. Their familiars were also tied up and dragged behind the students, Soara included. The familiars were unconscious. The only exception was the Millipede, which had, somehow, managed to get petrified again.

When the students saw the three maids, they struggled and tried to say something and break free. But a light tug from Monolith, who held the rope connecting them, jerked them all forward until they face-planted.

The man's eyes shone with a scheming light as he stroked his chin with his one hand—the stump of his other resting against his chest—while looking at Jigak, the three maids, the stone Zach, and the young girl by Jigak's side. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the Daughter.

The Daughter too, looked at the man with a slight tilt to her head but without showing any further interest.
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Before anyone could say anything else, the sounds of rustling footsteps bounced along the walls.

"We'll be heading in first," the man said before leading Monolith, the students, and the familiars into the tunnel to the sixth layer.

Jigak looked at the Daughter. Would they still be going with the same plan as before?

The Daughter glanced at Mandra.

"What are you waiting for?"

Mandra couldn't say she liked the tone in her voice, but it wasn't worth getting emotional about. She raised a wall and sealed off the entrance to the sixth layer. As soon as she did, the Daughter of the Underworld led her return to where she belonged.

Since it was so dark and filled with underworld energy to the point where their senses couldn't penetrate the darkness, Yanael and the others thought the tunnel would be long and stretch deep into the ground.

It wasn't.

After less than a minute of gentle walking, they arrived at what they could only call an unnecessarily large throne room. The tunnel ended in a bridge across a moat of thick underworld energy that looked like tar.

The moat surrounded a large open space with nothing but a throne in the center. Underworld energy dripped down along the walls from the ceiling, filling the moat and the Underworld.

Yanael frowned.

Why was the underworld energy coming from the ceiling? Shouldn't the fifth layer be up there? Did the underworld energy return to the sixth layer after some time? But it didn't seem like the underworld energy had another source.

It was strange, but Yanael wasn't exactly the type to care much about that, especially when they had something more important to deal with.

The Great Ugor was sitting on his throne, looking at them.

He was a big man with long black hair that reached to the ground and then some. One of his eyes was completely black like he had replaced it with an onyx marble.

Like it followed the Great Ugor's direction, underworld energy swirled around whatever he looked at. It passed by the three maids and the stone statue, lingered slightly at Jigak, and then settled on the Daughter.

"And so, you've come, Daughter. To die or to take my power remains to be seen. Have you wrested Jigak out of my grasp?" The Great Ugor's voice echoed in the chamber despite it being barely more than a hoarse whisper. His gaze shifted to Jigak.

"Obey me, Jigak," he ordered, his voice suffused with power.

Jigak clutched his head. Seeing the Great Ugor and hearing his voice directly made it much more difficult to resist his control. If the Daughter hadn't already helped him, he would have been no more than a mindless slave to the Great Ugor. Still, even now, he could barely stay still.

The Daughter put a hand on Jigak's forearm.

"I believe in you, my Champion. That bastard is no more than a usurper. He is not worthy of you."

The Daughter's touch did as much as her words, and Jigak managed to tear his hands away from his head and glare at the Great Ugor with bloodshot eyes. He awaited her command. He wasn't sure he could fight against the Great Ugor without succumbing to the latter's control. But the Daughter trusted him. He would prove himself worthy of that trust.

But the Daughter didn't say anything. Instead, she glanced around the otherwise empty throne room. A slight crease appeared on her brow. It was the most change her face had shown since Jigak saved her.

But she didn't act on her suspicion.

"Usurper, will you face me?" She asked as she took a step forward, back straight and burning gaze as she looked at the Great Ugor.

The Great Ugor smirked as he looked at the Daughter.

"No. Let's have our 'champions' fight," he said mockingly.

"I want you to see Jigak fail you before you reach the end of your miserable existence."

At the Great Ugor's words, a tall, lithe figure stepped out from behind the throne. The underworlder was as tall as Jigak, but not as wide. He had no wings but had horns. His upper body was bare, revealing the finely chiseled muscles of his torso.

But his face was gaunt, his eyes and cheeks sunken, and his lips thin and pale.

"Mierev," Jigak said as he stepped forward. He took off his vest and handed it and all its contents to Mandra. It would only be in the way during his fight with the Great Ugor's designated fighter.

Mandra wasn't sure what to do with the vest, but before she could do anything, the Daughter took it. The vest shrank to fit her before growing into a dress that replaced the cloth Jigak had wrapped around her.

The Daughter stood with her hands behind her back as Jigak crossed the bridge to fight Mierev in front of the throne—her throne. She held her own hands tightly, yet her face showed not a hint of worry.