Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

The Great Ugor saw it coming, and he raised his hand to block the Daughter's tiny fist. The Daughter extended her hand and pierced her sharp nails into the Great Ugor's palm. Like a butter knife trying to penetrate a steel plate, nothing happened.

The Daughter clicked her tongue and tried to retreat. The Great Ugor shifted his arm forward and wrapped his fingers around the Daughter's frail-looking wrist.

Not even Jigak would have been able to crush it. But in the Great Ugor's hands, it was like her wrist was a bundle of dry twigs. The Daughter pressed her feet against the Great Ugor's chest and kicked off, tearing her wrist, leaving her hand with the Great Ugor.

The Great Ugor threw it to the side and flicked his hand to get rid of her blood.

He looked at the Daughter. Her hand had already regenerated without a sign of it ever being gone.

"Disgusting." The Great Ugor frowned.

The Daughter's eyes burned with rage.

This was part of the ability that the Great Ugor had wanted so badly—had put to use in his minions so much that they went crazy. This was the ability that made underworlders underworlders.

Who was he to call it disgusting? Who was he to call her disgusting?

However, as much as the Daughter wanted to tear the Great Ugor's jaw off and stab it into his skull, she was also painfully aware of her weakness. It was like someone had replaced all the blood in her veins with lead and filled her joints with rust.

Her body felt weak and didn't move like it needed to.

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But if that had been enough to stop her, the Daughter would have given up a long time ago.

Unless she wanted to she couldn't die.

It had been close many times over the almost thousand years of the Great Ugor's reign. The pain, the futility, and the worthlessness of life had just been too much.

The only thing that had kept her going, what had kept her fire of life burning, had been the image of the Great Ugor's face. Every day for several hundred years, even the ones she had been unconscious, she had imagined herself tearing him to shreds.

This was her opportunity to turn those imaginations into reality.

So, when a bright white bolt of lightning illuminated the throne room, bathing it in the light it had never experienced before, struck the Great Ugor head-on like divine retribution, the Daughter dove forward.

If she could scratch or pierce the Great Ugor's skin, she would just have to beat him up until his insides crumbled. As tough as it was, his skin couldn't dispel the force of her blows.

Besides, the longer they fought, the more the fight would turn in her favor.

Mandra's lighting bolt left black scorch marks on the Great Ugor's skin, but it didn't deal much damage, at least not on the surface. However, the lingering electricity affected his reactions, and the Daughter managed to land two strikes to the Great Ugor's throat before he reacted and caught her wrists.

This time, he didn't break them at once. Instead, he held onto her, capturing the Daughter. As soon as he broke them, she would just tear them off and return to her reckless attack.

If he could subdue her without injuring her, the Daughter's regeneration would be useless.

Since the Great Ugor wouldn't do her the service, the Daughter did it herself. With a light twitch, she broke both her wrists before tearing off her hands with her superhuman strength and breaking free from the Great Ugor's grasp.

She launched another barrage of attacks instantly. Her hands regenerated before her first attack could even reach the Great Ugor.

The Daughter's small stature made it difficult for her to reach the Great Ugor's throat again, but as long as she could hit him, she didn't care. The only thing she would go for if she found an opening was the black gem in his eye socket. If she could take that, she would win instantly.

But the Great Ugor also knew that. That was why he would sooner let her have his heart than the black gem.

It wasn't even worth trying to go for the black gem. It would be better to just wear him down.

After all, despite everything, the Great Ugor wasn't a true underworlder. He lived in the Underworld. He breathed underworld energy. He ruled the Underworld.

He was no underworlder. He didn't embrace the underworld energy. He had great affinity for it. If his mind had been screwed on right, he would have become an underworlder greater than Jigak.

For almost a millennium, he had lived and breathed underworld energy. Jigak's decades compared to that was nothing.

However, being an underworlder came with one obvious flaw. They were subject to the Underworld.

Without underworld energy, underworlders were worse than roadside pebbles. And who controlled underworld energy? Who controlled the underworlders?

The Daughter of the Underworld.

The Great Ugor would never subject himself to another's rule. No matter how powerful he was, if he wasn't on top—in control—he would never embrace that power.

No matter how strong he became, he would never be the strongest. He would never have the power and authority he wanted.

He hadn't thrown a rebellion on the surface to try and seize the emperor's crown and throne because he liked the color. He hadn't almost succeeded because he was lucky. He hadn't made it out of his failure alive because he wasn't careful.

He wouldn't be facing the Daughter now if he wasn't confident in his victory.

He might have been far stronger than his current self if he had spent those centuries honing his strength and relying on underworld energy instead of suppressing the Daughter and controlling the gem, but to the Great Ugor, any amount of power was useless if someone sat on his head.

And it wasn't like he had spent his years in the Underworld looking at the wall and counting the days until someone came to ask if he wanted to play chess.

He schemed to take resources from the surface. He schemed to take revenge on an old rival and cause trouble for those who had caused his rebellion to fail.

However, his old rival didn't even look his way anymore. And the ones who caused the failure of his rebellion were only the first line of defense.

The world was vast. More so than he realized during his time as a surface dweller.

The Basilisk would have been a great strength. The students he could have recruited would have been a great addition to his forces.

Now, he had to settle for the Daughter.

The Great Ugor's lips curved into a stiff smile, the first he had shown in centuries.

If he succeeded, it would be more than enough to make up for all of his losses.