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

As the sudden surge of the Force of Karma erupted, Leslie stepped forward, placing herself between Owen and the oncoming tide.

The torrent, manifesting as a flood from the ages, collided with the transparent veil of light encircling Leslie. The veil rippled violently but successfully dispersed the strange power of karma.

However, the veil of dominion began to thin.

Leslie's breathtaking face, a visage so stunning it dimmed the splendor of the heavens and earth, grew ever clearer and more vivid.

Owen, noticing the white veil formed by Leslie's dominion power, quickly understood the source of her confidence in crossing the Time River.

This veil could shield her from the Force of Karma.

Yet, Owen didn't dare ask further about the events of the future.

If not for Leslie's intervention, shielding him from the flood of karmic power, even if he survived, he would have been gravely injured.

Seeing the fleeting trace of guilt in Owen's eyes, Leslie spoke calmly:

"Don't worry. While the Force of Karma is formidable, it is far from enough to affect me. Such notions are mere dreams."

Afterward, Leslie turned her gaze toward Dolores and the others.

For these three to traverse the Time River, their exceptional strength alone was not the only reason.

The true reason was that The Celestial had covertly assisted them.

Thus, while Dolores and her allies were culpable, the true instigator was the colossal hand hovering above them.

"With me here today, no one can kill Owen. Tsukihime, I suggest you retreat swiftly and save yourself further embarrassment."

"If you insist on a fight, let's do it in our proper time and space!"

Leslie's icy words fell.

Owen, however, was puzzled.

He had previously assumed the colossal, terrifying hand belonged to The Celestial.

But now Leslie mentioned someone called Tsukihime.

Confused, Owen sifted through his memories, searching for any clue.

He found nothing.

The owner of the hand, whom Leslie addressed as Tsukihime, let out a soft sigh and said:

"Leslie, is it worth this much for a lowly human?"

Leslie's gaze remained cold as she replied, "First of all, he is my husband, and you have no right to belittle him. Secondly, Owen's brilliance is beyond your comprehension!"

Tsukihime remained silent for a moment.

Leslie's stance was resolute. Engaging in combat would benefit neither side.

After a brief pause, Tsukihime hesitated, then slowly withdrew her hand.

As she retreated, the overwhelming pressure that had blanketed the area vanished without a trace.

With Tsukihime's departure, everyone breathed a little easier.

But Owen's expression grew heavier.

Tsukihime's appearance had prompted Leslie to reveal herself, and now that Tsukihime was gone, Leslie would likely leave too.

Though Owen remained silent, Leslie read his thoughts from his expression. She smiled softly and said, "We will meet again."

Leslie's hand gently cupped Owen's cheek, her gaze tender.

Owen took a deep breath and smiled back.

"All right. I'll make sure to leave this place as quickly as I can."

Hearing this, Leslie nodded before vanishing from the scene.

As Leslie disappeared, Dolores, the four monsters, and the others all sighed in relief.

The Leslie from the future had been no less oppressive than Tsukihime.

Had she intervened in the fight, their only option would have been to flee.

Her sheer strength was utterly terrifying.

Owen stood quietly, feeling the lingering warmth of Leslie's touch on his cheek, a faint trace of longing on his face.

"This time, I won't make you wait long."

Owen made a silent vow, then looked up at the pitch-black sky.

The colossal hand from before, which wasn't controlled by The Celestial, had been referred to by Leslie as Tsukihime.

Who was Tsukihime?

Why had he never heard of her?

Despite pondering the question, Owen found no answers.

He chose not to dwell on it further—this was a matter for the future, and there was no need to agonize over it now.

Instead, his gaze turned cold as it settled on the Dark Lord, Dolores, and the others.

Among the threats remaining, the four otherworldly supreme beings were all that could still challenge him.

"Earlier, you relied on numbers and The Celestial. Now, without The Celestial, let's see how long your arrogance lasts!"

Owen's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he stared them down.

Under his gaze, the four fearsome beings all grew tense.

Their brief encounters with Owen had already shown his startling strength.

"What should we do next?"

The burly man glanced at Dolores.

Without The Celestial's aid, they had no guarantee of victory. Yet leaving now would feel like surrender, especially considering Owen's immense potential.

If they missed this chance to eliminate him, they might never get another.

"We crossed the Time River to be here; retreat is not an option. Today, we must kill Owen!"

The bald elder declared, his voice resolute, his expression ruthless.

Dolores gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Agreed! If we don't kill this man today, will we allow him to bring us that same agony again?"

With that, Dolores lunged at Owen, her aura flaring.

This time, she seemed ready to fight to the death. Her already powerful energy surged higher, and eerie vines began to twine around the blade of her sword.

A peculiar life force emanated from her, one unfamiliar to Owen.

Unlike ordinary life magic, which brimmed with vitality, Dolores' life aura exuded a strange deathly essence, as though capable of devouring all nearby life.

In an instant, her vine-wrapped blade slashed toward Owen, aiming to cleave him in two.

"Owen, today is the day you die!"

Her cold, merciless voice echoed as emerald-green energy, sharp as jade, tore through the air. It severed countless threads of Order, creating a bleak, lifeless zone.

But Owen's palm summoned chains formed by the Light-Dark Seals.

The glowing chains, like serpents, surged toward Dolores.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of collisions rang out.

The radiant chains burst through the dense green energy, coiling tightly around Dolores' sword.

The chains, inscribed with sealing runes, merged into the vines, binding them completely.

The overwhelming force Dolores had just unleashed was instantly suppressed.

Even though she had seen Leslie briefly during the earlier confrontation, Dolores hadn't expected Owen to be so formidable.

In a single exchange, she was forced into a disadvantage, her heart pounding with dread.

She tried to retreat, but Owen yanked the chains, pulling her directly toward him.

The closer she came, the stronger the sense of danger grew in her heart.

But Owen gave her no time to react. His palm struck her chest with immense force, unleashing a blinding light.

The radiance pierced through her chest, leaving her bleeding profusely.

Residual light within the wound ignited into flames, engulfing Dolores entirely.

Whoosh!

The flames surged, wrapping her in their brilliance.

Still reeling from the pain of her injury, Dolores froze as she realized her body was dissolving into white particles of light.

With an explosion, she disintegrated completely.

Dolores, one of the Primordial Gods, had been grievously injured by Owen in a single move.

Seeing this, the Dark Lord and the others couldn't help but gulp audibly.

In such a short time, how had Owen's power grown so terrifyingly strong?!