The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 96: Valentine Special - 2: The Girl Called Karen

Chapter 96: Valentine Special Chapter 2: The Girl Called Karen

The thing was, portals weren’t supposed to work there. Someone got in the way of their barrier.

"Why did you intervene...?" Elara asked without looking back, voice low and edged with restrained fury. "Are you planning on interfering between mortal problems again...?"

"How harsh of you, Ela," the small boy stood a few feet away from her, the wind drifting his short pure white hair, his twin pupils dark and focused on her. "I expected you to welcome me with open arms and a feast... We haven’t seen each other for a few thousand years, no?"

"That intruder..." Elara turned to him, a vein protruding on her forehead, her silver eyes locked on the small boy. "They seemed to have information on Benjamin Mark. I was close..."

"I knew that. But that person was special to Namadris..." He paused, smile softening. "He has lost too many things in his life to lose her too."

Elara squinted. "So it was Silver Shadow after all? And who is this Namadris you speak of?"

"You never heard anything from me~" the boy skipped with his hands behind his back, voice lilting like a child reciting a nursery rhyme. "And Namadris... One of Namadris’s fragments is Benjamin... He’s my friend."

Elara’s eyes widened, then softened a little. "Please, I beg you, get your hands off Benjamin. He’s been through so much already."

"What are you talking about?" He laughed—bright, genuine, almost innocent. "I’m his greatest ally. You trust me too little, Ela."

And his smile vanished immediately.

"You see, for Namadris, I can end this world." The boy’s voice remained soft, almost conversational, as though he were remarking on the weather. "It’s something I’ve done before, and can do again. Everything I do in the mortal realm is for his happiness. So don’t act like you love him more than I do. You wanna get erased...?"

He wasn’t shouting or being menacing... His joyless face was enough.

The words landed like frost on bare skin. The air around Elara thickened, the wind stilled, and every leaf within twenty paces froze mid-rustle.

Sara, Lotus, Tamar, and the other high-ranking Amazons appeared in a flash of movement—shields of bronze skin and steel resolve forming a protective crescent around their queen.

Their spears leveled and their magic crackled at fingertips.

Yet every single one of them trembled—subtle, uncontrollable tremors running through limbs and feathers alike.

Of course, not from cold, but from the simple, undeniable weight of what stood before them.

The boy tilted his head, snow-white hair drifting slightly in the sudden stillness.

"Ah, Lotus! Long time no see." He raised one small hand in a lazy wave, infinity pupils glinting like twin black voids. "When are you going to die of old age like a normal mortal?"

Lotus’s jaw clenched so hard the tendons stood out in her neck. But neither she, it the rest of the Amazons, said anything.

"Well, I didn’t come to fight you," the boy continued. He turned his back casually, hands clasped behind him, and began walking away through the scorched clearing. "I just get a little pissed when people act like they like Namadris more than me. When I knew him first, too... I’ll be heading to Earth now. Don’t worry, Benjamin Mark is doing well. And he will return soon. Bye-bye."

Then He bleeped out.

One moment he was there. The next—gone. Not vanished in light or shadow. Simply snatched from existence, as though reality had blinked and forgotten he’d ever stood in it.

With his presence gone, the Amazons exhaled as one. They lowered their spears, with their tremors fading... The wind basically remembered to move again, rustling leaves that had been locked in place.

"That pompous Originator...!" Lotus gritted her teeth, knuckles white around her staff. "We can’t protect Benjamin from THAT.."

***

Back on planet Earth—several years before Benjamin Mark even realized he was sick to death—

"Mr. Mark...! Happy Valentine! I... I... I love you, please go out with me!"

The voice cracked on the last syllable, high and desperate.

A young girl stood in front of the barn, thrusting a small box of chocolates forward with both hands.

Her long straight black hair framed her pale face, school uniform skirt fluttering slightly in the late-afternoon breeze. Black eyes wide and shining with nervous hope.

Benjamin Mark—twenty-three, dark-haired, quiet—froze halfway out of the barn door, pitchfork still balanced on one shoulder. His eyes widened.

"Uh... Karen, do you know what you’re talking about?" He set the pitchfork against the wall slowly. "You’re still hung up on that?"

"Yes! I love you!" she repeated, voice trembling but determined. The box shook in her grip. "And not just because of ecchi stuff. I truly love yo—"

"Uhm, I think I should go..." Benjamin turned and walked away without another word, shoulders hunched, boots scuffing the dirt path toward the house.

"At least... take the chocolates..."

She remained standing there, arms still extended, offering the gift to empty air. The box trembled once, twice. Then her shoulders slumped. Chocolate wrappers crinkled softly as her fingers tightened around it.

This girl was Karen Steven—the daughter of the farmer who had taken Benjamin in. She was sixteen. Benjamin was twenty-three.

And that had been the twenty-ninth time she confessed.

The first time—when she was fourteen—she had snuck into his room late at night, heart hammering, and asked him to teach her about sex. He had refused. Gently, firmly, awkwardly.

Then she confessed she was in love with him. She regretted it instantly. Because the small warmth he had begun to show her—the quiet smiles, the way he’d linger to talk after chores—lengthened into the furthest possible distance.

She thought if she told him she wanted sex, if she seduced him, he would finally get it. He would want her back.

She was wrong.

After that night, she kept apologizing in every way she could imagine. Fifteen hundred text messages until he blocked her number. Dozens of handwritten letters slipped under his door.

Sending strangers to relay messages—"Karen says she’s sorry. She loves you very much." She even painted the words "Forgive me, I only want us to be closer!" across his bedroom wall in bright red.

Her father saw it as harassment and he banned her from going near Benjamin.

But she disobeyed, of course.

However, after the graffiti incident, she reduced her advances. Only confessed softly once in a while—on birthdays, holidays, quiet evenings when she caught him alone on the porch watching the stars.

Like today.

Valentine’s Day.

***

She stood in front of the barn for a long time after he left, box of chocolates still held out, until the sun dipped low and the shadows stretched long across the fields.

Then she lowered her arms.

The chocolates stayed clutched to her chest as she walked slowly back toward the house, head bowed, black hair falling like a curtain around her face.

***

Karen stood alone in the narrow hallway outside Benjamin’s room, clutching the small red-wrapped box of chocolates against her chest.

The farmhouse was dark except for the faint orange glow leaking under his door. The wooden floorboards creaked under her weight as she shifted from foot to foot, tears already gathering at the corners of her eyes.

"Why can’t Mr Mark understand...?" Tears dropped from her eyes. "I love him so much... I can’t live without him. No one in this world loves him more than I do!"

Benjamin had moved in with the farmer years ago, and from the start he had shown nothing but goodness and kindness.

He never complained about the hard work, never asked for extra pay beyond schooling, and always helped without being asked.

When Karen was little, a pack of stray dogs had cornered her near the barn. But Benjamin had thrown himself between her and the animals, taking bites on his arm and leg.

Blood had soaked his shirt, but he hadn’t let go of her, shielding her, until the dogs ran off. From that day on, he had become something close to God in her eyes.