Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 568: That Bastard

The Hydra's roar tore through the skies like thunder. The strength she used to lift Maura was channeled into the air through her voice. The shockwave blew away loose sand and dust around her.

Zach's ears rang, and it was not because the Hydra had thrown him back into the ground. He had been the closest to the powerful shout and suffered the most. But the others weren't doing much better.

It was a roar containing all the pent-up rage and resentment the Hydra had accumulated during the time she was sealed. She wasn't holding back or testing her limits. That shout came straight from her heart.

Zach's vision was blurry and pink when he tried to look up at the Hydra again. Her shout had burst some of the vessels in his eyes.

"I…I take it that's not what happened," he struggled to say.

The Hydra angrily turned toward him. She was close to just incinerating him. It would be easy. She needed to vent her anger somewhere.

But…

"You're lucky, you rude man. You're going to help me kill a god."

Zach's already swollen eyes almost popped out of his head.

"W-what…?" He asked in a weak voice.

"You're one of only two people in this world with the ability to surpass the gods. Devouring you won't do much now, but it will stave off my hunger a little. It's up to you." The Hydra looked at him closely, waiting for an answer. To her, it didn't matter much.

"If I help you kill the God—"

"That bastard," she corrected.

"If I help you kill that bastard…" He started saying.

"Yes…?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She could tell Zach was going to ask for something. As long as it wasn't stupid, she might consider it.

"Will you become my familiar?" He asked with a puppy dog smile, his eyes gleaming like wet diamonds in the sunlight.

The next thing he knew was the ground his face was suddenly planted in again. He didn't even have time to register the pain. He hurriedly pulled himself up to see the Hydra glancing south, not that he knew which direction it was.

"Is that a yes?" He asked hopefully.

The Hydra snorted.

"If you aren't strong enough by the time I come back, you better have said your goodbyes." The Hydra's wings extended fully.

Zach saw them start to move, but that was all he saw before she disappeared from the spot. He had a feeling she soared into the sky, so he looked up but still saw no trace of her.

"That was exhausting," He said as he fell backward, limp as a log.

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The Hydra was a lot stronger than expected.

However, he didn't have time to relax. Suddenly, someone stood by his head.

"I forgot this." The Hydra said, holding a compressed cloud of dark, eerie gray. She had returned to give him a gift.

Out of her eight powers, not counting the Domination she had already lost, she had set aside two from the harmony she established when changing her form. One was the power of Death. That power did not fit in with the rest, especially after Soara took almost all of it, weakening it. The Hydra discarded what she had left.

The other power that she did not introduce to the balance she created was the unknown power of the unpredictable head. She could not control it.

'I don't know where you're from, but you're like me, right? Since you could take my ability, you might be able to handle this someday.'

Zach's eyes flashed wide open as he heard the Hydra's voice inside his head before she pressed her palm against his chest. Ozra, Maura, Nymur, Yanael, and Mandra reached out to stop her, but they were far too slow. The Hydra had already disappeared again when they reached Zach.

They hadn't heard all she said, nor had they understood what little they heard. They feared the worst.

Zach knew he wasn't going to die, but he had felt that strange power. It was a scary feeling that unnerved him down to his core. It was not something a mortal should be playing. He felt it instinctively. He was worried he would face a fate worse than death.

So, he lay scared stiff while the others crowded around him.

"Master!" Yanael threw herself down to check on Zach, worried that she might worsen any injuries if she wasn't careful.

"Zach!"

"Kid."

"Junior, you're not faking it, are you?"

"Youngest…"

Lying there on the ground, Zach felt inexplicably calm and amazed as he looked up. Amid the blue canvas of the sky, he saw the faces of his familiars, the prince's group, Maura, Ozra, and his family.

"I…"

"'Yes?'"

"Can't breathe with all of you crowding me like that. Back off. Yanael, help me up, please. I can't walk on my own right now."

"Why not?!" Nymur shouted, his worry raising his voice.

Zach glanced at him as he put his arm over Yanael's shoulder and had her carry most of his weight.

"It's the backlash from using a power a human shouldn't have." He shrugged before walking toward the Labyrinth.

With the Hydra gone after having dominated them all, the threat seemed to be past. If the Hydra wanted to destroy the world or the Empire or whatever, she wouldn't have spared them.

The truth could be whatever, but it was clear that history was a lie.

The fight was over, at least for now, and Zach wasn't in the mood to continue. He just wanted to lie down and take a nap for a few years.

But while the fight was over, everything wasn't done yet.

He still had to pick up his other familiars and Lexi.

As the others looked at the slouched back clinging to two maids, they realized something.

Zach was the youngest of everyone present. He had the least time to get strong enough to fight the Hydra.

They were all only alive thanks to him.