Strongest Existence Becomes Teacher-Chapter 197: Tyron and Zane’s Arrival

Eirenyssa’s flight wavered.

Her body protested with every movement, wounds screaming as blood seeped through torn fabric, trailing faint sparks of mana behind her like dying embers. The sky below blurred, the world tilting as her balance faltered.

Then she felt it.

Two presences.

Closing in fast.

"...Damn it," she muttered, breath uneven.

Before she could change course, light flared.

Space rippled, and with a sharp flash, the two figures appeared directly in front of her, cutting off her path. Their descent was effortless, feet touching nothing, bodies wrapped in radiant divine aura that burned the air itself.

Eirenyssa clenched her jaw and stopped midair, barely steady.

One of them smiled, eyes cold and amused.

"Eirenyssa," he said smoothly, voice echoing with authority.

"You can’t run now."

The other tilted his head, gaze raking over her injuries.

"You truly are an idiot," he added mockingly.

"Running to the mortal realm instead of returning to Everion... do you really think you could hide from the gods?"

Eirenyssa spat midair.

"Ptoou—!"

The glob of blood-tinged spit vanished before touching them, evaporated by their aura.

"Shut up," she snarled. "Both of you."

The first divine being chuckled softly.

"Either die here," he said, "or surrender yourself to Tyron."

His smile widened.

"He really likes you."

Mana surged.

Pure, blinding white radiance gathered in Eirenyssa’s hand, condensing with a sharp hum that split the air. A sword formed—long, elegant, forged entirely of divine light, its edge vibrating with unyielding intent.

She raised it despite her shaking arm.

"Enough talking," she said, eyes blazing.

"Get ready to die."

The two holy figures glanced at each other.

Then they laughed.

Not loudly.

Not cruelly.

But with the calm certainty of beings who had never once believed they could lose.

One of them shook his head, almost pitying.

"If you were at full strength," he said calmly, "you would’ve defeated us already. But right now—heavily injured—you’re only at mortal levels."

Eirenyssa didn’t reply.

She moved.

Her sword swept horizontally, a crescent of pure white radiance tearing through the air. The strike was fast, decisive—

—and completely avoided.

Both figures slipped aside effortlessly, light bending around their bodies.

"Tsk."

One of them stepped in.

Divine radiance wrapped around his arm like living fire.

He punched.

Eirenyssa twisted at the last moment, the blow grazing past her ribs instead of shattering them—but before she could recover—

A kick.

Heavy. Precise. Coated in crushing divine mana.

This time she couldn’t dodge.

The impact slammed into her midsection, and the world flipped.

She was sent crashing into the ground like a meteor.

BOOM.

The earth shook. A massive crater formed, cracks racing outward for dozens of meters. Dust and debris shot skyward.

Eirenyssa lay at the center of it, blood spilling from her mouth as she coughed violently.

"Hah... hha...!"

Her breathing was ragged, vision swimming.

"Damn it..." she muttered, forcing herself to move. "I can’t win... not like this..."

Then—

She felt a presence.

Vast ,Crushing and far stronger than the two before her.

Her blood ran cold.

The two divine figures felt it too.

They turned their heads opposite direction—and laughed.

"It’s over," one of them said pleasantly.

"Thei Lord is coming."

The other smiled wider.

"Lord Tyron himself."

A little while earlier—

Teacher’s residence, Astralis Arcanum.

Zane sat on the edge of his bed, coat draped loosely, eyes unfocused as if staring at nothing.

"...Hmm."

His gaze sharpened slightly.

Two presences.

Behind Eirenyssa.

Divine presence just like Eirenyssa..

His fingers tapped once against the mattress.

"So they caught up to you, huh... Eirenyssa."

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, senses stretching far beyond the academy, beyond the kingdom, following a familiar signature.

"...Your presence is weakening," he murmured. "That’s not good."

Then—

His expression shifted.

Another presence.

Stronger.

Not by much—but enough to matter.

Slightly stronger than Eirenyssa at her usual state.

Zane exhaled softly.

"...Ah."

He stood up.

"Looks like you’re in real trouble this time."

The space around him trembled faintly.

"I guess I’ll take a look."

And in the next instant—

Zane was gone.

Eirenyssa staggered back, breath ragged, blood running warm down her chin.

"Tch... damn it..." she muttered, forcing herself upright. If Tyron comes... I’m finished.

She turned, wings of mana flickering weakly as she tried to move—

A flash of light.

Her vision snapped white.

And suddenly, he was there.

Standing calmly in front of her as if he had always been there.

A tall, muscular man with unnaturally smooth skin, long cream-white hair cascading down his back, and burning orange eyes that felt like they were peeling her apart layer by layer.

"My dear Eirenyssa," he said gently, smiling.

"Why don’t you stop now?"

Her teeth ground together.

"...Tyron."

She moved on instinct, gathering everything she had left into a single thrust, driving herself forward to pierce him—

—but he vanished.

Her eyes widened.

The next moment, his presence was behind her.

Arms wrapped around her from the back, iron-tight. She gasped as he pulled her close, his chin near her shoulder.

Tyron chuckled softly.

He reached up and squeezed her cheeks with his fingers, forcing her face upward.

"Why resist, my dear Eirenyssa?" he murmured, voice low and intimate.

"The Lord himself gave me permission. If I stop you from leaking that information... they’ll spare you."

She struggled violently, disgust twisting her expression, but her body screamed in protest.

"So why waste your life?" Tyron continued, unfazed.

"Stay. Live with me. For eternity."

His breath brushed her ear.

"As my wife."

His tongue dragged slowly across the dried blood near her mouth.

"Instead of being Sylas’ little slave."

Eirenyssa’s eyes burned with hatred.

"You bastard—" she snarled, voice shaking with fury.

"Let me go, or I swear I’ll kill you like the dog you are—"

Her struggle only tightened his grip.

Eirenyssa moved before fear could catch her.

Divine mana surged to her jaw,her teeth starts to glow...

She bit down.

"AAAAGH—!!"

Tyron roared as her teeth sank into his hand. The divine glow around his fingers flared wildly as pain finally registered. His grip loosened for a split second—

—and Eirenyssa took it.

She twisted, pulled free, and drove her elbow back, divine mana condensing at the point of impact.

Boom.

Her elbow smashed into Tyron’s stomach.

The shockwave rippled outward, tearing the ground beneath them apart as she broke free and stumbled back, breathing hard.

Tyron slid a step backward, eyes wide with rage.

"You bitch...!!"

He straightened slowly. In truth, the damage was minor—but his pride had been scratched.

"You really want to die that badly?" he snarled.

His eyes ignited, burning orange. Divine mana gathered in his palm, dense and lethal, the air around it screaming under the pressure.

The two holy figures behind him smiled, already expecting the end.

And then—

A calm voice drifted down from above.

"Oh my... what’s happening here?"

Everyone froze.

Tyron turned first.

Then the other two.

Eirenyssa followed—and her eyes lit up.

Floating lazily in the air above them was a man in a long coat, hands relaxed, expression amused. Purple eyes looked down at the scene as if he had walked into a mildly interesting play.

Zane.

He tilted his head slightly, smiling.

"Well, well," he said. "What crime am I witnessing ?"

He began to descend, boots never touching the air.

Eirenyssa’s lips curved into a glowing smile.

She murmured

"...Master."

Tyron’s eyes narrowed.

A mortal...?

He hadn’t sensed him.

No divine mana.

Nothing.

His jaw tightened.

"What is a mortal doing here...?" he muttered, then snapped his gaze to one of his subordinates.

"Jin. Kill him."

The holy warrior stepped forward without hesitation.

"A mortal should know his place," Jin said coldly. "You shouldn’t wander into matters beyond—"

"Oh," Zane interrupted mildly, tilting his head.

"You’re talking about him?"

His hand moved.

Something flew through the air.

Tyron caught it on instinct.

It was warm.

Heavy.

He looked down.

A head stared back at him—eyes wide, expression frozen in shock.

Jin’s head.

For a second, nothing made sense.

Tyron’s pupils shrank.

Behind him, the other divine figure went rigid.

Slowly—almost awkwardly—Jin’s headless body was still standing, swaying as if confused about what it had lost.

Then it collapsed.

The sound was dull.

Final.

Silence followed.

Tyron’s hand trembled.

Zane floated there, smiling softly.

"Oops," he said.

"Guess he wandered into wrong matter."

Eirenyssa stared at Zane.

Blood on her lips. Wounds screaming for rest.

And yet—

She smiled.

Not relief or gratitude.

Something closer to obsession.

My lord...

So strong...

Tyron didn’t noticed it.

His confusion deepened.

He clenched his teeth, divine aura flaring instinctively around him. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

"Are you from Everion?"

Zane tilted his head slightly, as if genuinely considering the question.

Then he chuckled.

Soft. Mocking.

"Oh, I’m not from Everion," he said lightly.

"I’m just a mortal."

He shrugged, hands slipping casually into his coat pockets.

"Just like you said."

The words landed wrong.

Tyron’s instincts screamed.

No divine aura—yet Jin was dead.

The second holy figure took an unconscious step back.

Eirenyssa’s smile widened.

Tyron’s eyes narrowed, anger boiling beneath disbelief.

"...A mortal," he repeated.

The word tasted bitter now.

Very bitter.