Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 74: Marissa’s plan

"Oh, I don’t know... maybe some jelly? Add some ice cubes. And a packet of popping candy, just for good measure."

"Popping candy?!" Marissa’s cheeks flushed a deep red. "W-What kind of nonsense are you even talking about?!"

Luke chuckled. "Relax, I’m just messing with you. Or am I?"

Marissa spluttered, her blush spreading to her ears.

"What’s going on with you, Marissa ?" Tina asked, tilting her head in concern. "You look like you’ve caught a fever."

"I’m fine!" Marissa said quickly, her voice an octave higher than usual.

Zoe shot her a curious glance. "You sure? You’re acting a little... off."

"I said I’m fine!" Marissa insisted, though her fiery cheeks told a different story.

Tina and Zoe exchanged knowing looks, but said nothing more.

Adrian Moore’s voice boomed across the Colosseum once more.

"Nate Dawson, one hundred and ninety-nine points."

The tension in the room was palpable. With just one more point, Nate would claim the entire pool of cultivation resources for his department—a devastating blow to the other freshmen.

"Someone needs to stop him!"

"He’s going to take everything!"

Desperation rippled through the crowd as students looked around for someone—anyone—who could stand against Nate.

And then, as if answering their prayers, a lone figure rose from her seat.

Marissa Jones stepped forward, her elegant white dress catching the light.

Gasps erupted from the audience.

"It’s her!"

"The goddess!"

"She’s going to save us!"

Marissa walked with quiet confidence, her every step radiating poise. For the worried freshmen, she was a beacon of hope—a savior who could finally end Nate’s reign.

She entered the cage, her expression calm yet resolute.

"Nate Dawson," she said, addressing him directly.

Nate blinked in surprise. "Uh, yeah? Do I know you?"

"Not exactly," Marissa replied, a faint smile playing on her lips. "But in terms of seniority, you should probably call me Aunt Marissa."

"What?!" Nate exclaimed, his voice cracking.

"I’m your master’s close friend," she explained, her smile widening.

Nate’s jaw dropped. "You’re kidding me!"

Marissa shrugged. "You can confirm it with her later. For now, let’s focus on the match."

As Marissa began her summoning, the air in the Colosseum grew heavy. A low growl rumbled through the space, growing louder with each passing second.

When the summoning gate opened, a towering commander-level beast emerged, its presence overwhelming.

The crowd fell into stunned silence, the sheer power of the creature taking their breath away.

"A commander-level beast?!"

"And she’s only a mid-level summoner?!"

Even the faculty looked uneasy, exchanging uncertain glances.

Everett Holland swallowed hard. "This... changes everything."

Nate’s confident smirk faltered for the first time.

"Well," Luke’s voice said in Marissa’s mind, "this should be interesting."

Marissa’s lips curled into a confident smile. "Let’s see how he handles this."

A deep, guttural roar thundered through the Colosseum, shaking the very foundations of the dueling cage.

But it didn’t come from the summoning gate.

Luke hadn’t even stepped out.

Yet the force of his commander-level aura surged forward like an unseen tidal wave, blanketing the entire space in a suffocating pressure.

It was as if an invisible force had pressed down on everyone, seizing their breath, locking their limbs, and flooding their chests with an instinctual fear.

Nate Dawson barely had time to react before his phantom wolf beast collapsed.

Its body convulsed as though it had been struck by lightning.

Then

Its eyes rolled back, legs twitching... and it passed out.

A moment later, a distinct dripping sound reached his ears.

His stomach dropped.

It had lost control of its bladder.

Nate’s breath hitched, his throat dry as he stared at his fallen beast.

"What the hell..." he muttered, heart hammering in his chest.

And then—chaos.

A wave of unconsciousness swept through the Colosseum like a collapsing house of cards.

One by one, students slumped over in their seats, bodies hitting the floor with dull thuds.

Some twitched before their eyes rolled back, while others simply went stiff and collapsed.

Within seconds, more than eighty percent of the freshmen were out cold.

A few were still conscious, but their expressions were frozen in horror, their hands clutching their chests as if their hearts might give out at any moment.

Some even had tears streaking down their faces.

But at least they were unconscious, sparing them social death.

"I-Is this some kind of joke?!" Wesley Grant stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

His forehead was beaded with sweat, his hands gripping his chair for stability.

The raw pressure in the air made it hard to breathe.

"No way..."

His disbelief was mirrored by nearly everyone still conscious.

One of the summoning students, who had been ridiculing Marissa Jones moments ago, visibly paled.

"This... this isn’t fair," he whispered.

Wesley turned to him, his eyes bloodshot.

"Fair?! Are you serious? She just used a commander-level beast to scare an entire crowd into unconsciousness!"

Zach gritted his teeth, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"A mid-level summoner... contracting a commander-level beast..." he muttered, voice thick with frustration. "That’s not just rare—it’s unheard of."

Even Bella White, normally composed, struggled to keep her breathing steady.

Her nails dug into her palms.

"Sister Marissa... how did you..."

Her thoughts trailed off as she glanced around the arena.

Almost every single student was trembling.

They had seen the difference between them and her.

It wasn’t just a gap in strength.

It was a chasm.

Not even the faculty were immune to the shock.

Everett Holland, who had seen countless battles, had to steady himself against the table.

"Commander-level?"

His voice was barely a murmur, thick with disbelief.

Adrian Moore, a seasoned referee, let out a slow breath.

He had officiated many matches.

But never had he encountered a situation where a student’s mere presence had wiped out half the competition before the battle even began.

"Marissa Jones," he called out, his tone measured. "Are you certain you can control your contract beast?"

If she couldn’t...

This could become disastrous.

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End of the Chapter!!!

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