Reborn as a Transcendent-Chapter 652: Merciless Seizure, Vera’s Wrath!

Somewhere on a remote overseas island. Vera sat motionless on her plush white bed, eyes locked onto the massive screen across the room. She had been frozen in place for a long time, stunned into silence.

It wasn’t too surprising that Vera 1, 2, 3, and the ten Transcendents had gone off the radar—certain special zones were known to scramble tracking signals entirely. But what caught her attention was the sudden change at the Ability Management Department’s apartment.

Two red dots—previously active—had abruptly vanished from the screen, one after the other.

‘Could it be…’ A dreadful thought struck her—had those two S-ranked Transcendents been eliminated?

‘Impossible. Pete and David were top-tier, even among S-ranks. How could that old, half-dead Ronald Tian possibly kill them? Something doesn’t add up!'

But without any further intel, she couldn’t make a definitive conclusion—no matter how hard she tried to piece it together.

‘Only another S-rank could take down someone on their level… Unless—did multiple Grandmasters descend upon Roc City? That’s the only way both could’ve fallen so fast.'

The more she thought, the clearer it became—something wasn’t right. Grandmasters, who rivaled S-ranks in strength, were exceedingly rare. Why would any of them suddenly appear in Roc City?

“Wait… Could the Princess be the reason?” Her eyes sharpened instantly as the words left her lips in a low, tense murmur. A sinking dread clutched her chest.

‘Number One, Two, and Three—they’re in danger!'

As if her instincts were being confirmed, her heart lurched—three invisible threads snapped all at once.

"No… This can’t be. Number One, Two, Three… all gone?" Vera’s eyes widened, pupils quivering. Her arms dropped limply to her sides as her body slumped backward, like every ounce of strength had been drained from her by something dark and merciless.

After a long silence, fire lit behind the silver curtain of her hair. Her gaze turned murderous. “Old Man Tian… Princess… I don’t care what it takes—I’ll kill you both!” fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Earlier… In the arena within the City of Chaos—

Vera 1, 2, and 3 had fled in panic, but their escape ended at the arena’s edge. Before they could turn back, Yaeger’s tendrils wrapped around them, lifting them into the air like puppets.

Terror and despair gripped their hearts. Confronted with the horrifying unknown, they almost wished for death right then and there…

No—they didn’t want to die. They still desperately clung to life. And if they could choose, they’d wish to live for another ten thousand years.

"You… What do you want from us?" Vera 1 asked, her voice trembling.

"Didn’t I say? I just want to show you a little love," Yaeger replied with a radiant, bewitching smile.

But in their eyes, it was the smile of a demon—no, far worse than that.

As her words faded, the tentacles began to writhe, moving with eerie precision. In the next instant, their clothes were torn away— and their screams echoed across the arena.

"So pervy… I can't watch this!" Little Blue covered her face with her hands, but her curious eyes peeked nervously through her fingers.

"One, two, and three are in so much pain… I don’t want to see anymore!" Vera 17 and 18 cried out together, yet their eyes betrayed them—still drawn to the scene in dread fascination.

But like Little Blue, they couldn’t look away. Their hands shielded their faces, but kept their eyes locked on the unfolding nightmare. Their breath quickened—shallow and erratic.

"Please, don’t!" Vera 1 screamed as something cold and unnatural coiled near her. The other two echoed her panic in unison, their voices merging into a desperate chorus.

“No,” Yaeger replied calmly, her tone unwavering. In an instant, shadowy tendrils coiled forward and wrapped tightly around their mouths, silencing any further pleas.

The gagged clones let out muffled groans, their faces contorted in terror as they writhed against their restraints. Incoherent sounds escaped their throats, accompanied by the slow trickle of saliva slipping from the corners of their mouths.

Their reactions took on an unexpectedly indecent air, heightening the thrill for the three small onlookers, whose excitement only grew as they observed the scene unfold.

Before long, Yaeger had stripped them of every piece of clothing with practiced ease.

“Don’t worry. Soon, your bodies will be reshaped into perfect reflections of mine,” she said cheerfully, her tone disturbingly light.

With a flick of her wrist, a slender green needle materialized in her hand. The moment their eyes fell on the long, thick needle, a wave of unprecedented dread surged through them.

A suffocating sense of foreboding settled in their chests like a storm about to break. They knew—if that needle pierced their flesh, their sense of self would be wiped away, just like what had happened to the two traitors before them.

They would be reduced to pitiful husks—tragic shadows of who they once were. It was a fate too cruel to even imagine.

They thrashed desperately, but the tentacles binding them were like iron clamps, unyielding and absolute.

“Hehehe, after this injection, you’ll never be able to leave me,” Yaeger whispered with a twisted smile, her hands moving in a blur as she administered the needle with terrifying precision.

At first, the trio felt nothing more than a faint prick of pain. But almost instantly, a surge of overwhelming life force flooded their bodies, reshaping them from the inside out in ways they couldn’t comprehend.

The transformation began at their very cores—the heart of their strength and being. The cores that once pulsed with Vera’s life energy were swiftly consumed by Yaeger’s own essence, which then took root in their place.

In that moment, Vera 1, 2, and 3 suddenly realized the connection to their original body had been completely and irreversibly severed.

“No—I don’t want to be brainwashed! I don’t want to be changed!” Vera 3, normally the most composed of them all, broke down in a panic, her calm utterly shattered.

Vera 1 and 2 were consumed by terror, their voices rising in hysterical cries and screams—gone were their once collected demeanors. Confronted with a fate worse than death, their sanity teetered on the edge.

Watching it all unfold, Vera 17 and 18 shifted uneasily, a deep discomfort gnawing at them from within.

The moment they realized they had nothing to lose—and might even gain from it—the guilt in their hearts vanished without a trace. ‘Soon, we’ll have three new competent coworkers,’ they thought gleefully, exchanging grins filled with anticipation.

Meanwhile, Little Blue watched Yaeger’s precise acupuncture with wide, shining eyes, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

‘This is so exciting. Master is amazing. I can’t take it anymore!’ she thought, nearly trembling with admiration.

Back in the arena, Yaeger continued her procedure with cold detachment, even as the trio writhed and screamed in pain. But as time dragged on, their screams faded into silence, their resistance slowly crumbling into resignation.

In truth, Yaeger had used only a minimal amount of energy. Their strength simply gave out after a while, leaving them no choice but to submit to their fate.

Fifteen minutes later, Yaeger finally withdrew her hands and let out a sigh of relief. In the past, transforming all three would have taken far longer. But as the saying goes—practice makes perfect.

Her surgical technique had advanced by leaps and bounds, allowing her to complete the process with far greater speed.

“I… I can’t get married anymore…” Vera 1 collapsed to the ground in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

Vera 2 and 3 clung to each other, their faces streaked with tears as sorrow overwhelmed them.

“I still need to fine-tune their appearances,” Yaeger murmured, her tone as casual as ever.

At that moment, the beautiful demon extended her wicked hands once more, ready to resume her work. The chamber echoed with the sound of constant crying and desperate pleas.