[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn":3,"chapter-my-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn-my-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn-chapter-133":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1311599,1742,"Chapter 133: Bloody Finale","my-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn-chapter-133",133,"\u003Cp>The next clash did not explode all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like two storms pressing against each other before finally colliding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Leprechaun shot forward with a roar, green mana pouring from his body in thick waves that distorted the air around him. Every step cracked the ground. Every blink tore open a ripple of space that snapped shut behind him like a wound refusing to stay open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clones moved at the same instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of identical pale figures lunged in unison, their blood tentacles stretching outward like the limbs of a monstrous forest. The sky darkened under the weight of crimson blades crossing and weaving, forming layers upon layers of killing arcs that overlapped without leaving a single safe path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Leprechaun laughed as he plunged straight into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on!\" he shouted, voice raw with excitement. \"Don’t hold back now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tentacle sliced down toward his head. He twisted sideways, the blade grazing his cheek and drawing a thin line of blood. Before he could land, three more thrust upward from below. He blinked between them, reappearing behind a clone and driving his dagger through its spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade met resistance again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gritted his teeth and forced it deeper, green mana flaring violently until the clone burst apart in a splash of dark red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another clone was already there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tentacles lashed at him from every direction. Some aimed to pierce. Others aimed to bind. A few curved unnaturally, cutting off his escape routes as if they could read the very pattern of his movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun, ducked, blinked, phased, all in one flowing motion that felt less like movement and more like instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too slow!\" he shouted again, though his breathing had begun to roughen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blade skimmed across his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another cut through his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood spattered the cracked earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clones pressed harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They simply attacked with perfect coordination, their crimson limbs moving in a rhythm that left no wasted motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Leprechaun leapt high, then vanished midair, reappearing at ground level and sprinting straight toward the original core of mana he had sensed earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll end you!\" he yelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he ran, the ground beneath him split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive tentacle erupted upward, thicker than the rest, its edge gleaming like polished steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked to the side—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade swept across him in a wide arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a split second, he felt nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left arm spinning through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Severed cleanly at the shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He landed hard, skidding across the ground, green mana flickering violently as pain exploded through his nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the space where his arm had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood poured out in a heavy stream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh,\" he said faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clones did not pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tentacles surged toward him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked backward on instinct, barely avoiding a follow up strike that would have split his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there, swaying slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body felt lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbalanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His missing arm left a hollow space not just in flesh but in his sense of self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why am I fighting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought came without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked again to dodge another strike, but his movements were not as smooth as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why do I love this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another tentacle sliced toward his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt, twisting midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lost my arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped from the stump, splashing onto the ground with each heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this still fun?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clone lunged directly at him, both hands extended, tentacles forming a cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced himself to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clone fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his chest felt tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The excitement that had filled him moments ago now wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down at his bleeding shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this what I wanted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another blade swept low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to jump—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tentacle cut clean through his right foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body collapsed forward as his balance disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit the ground hard, dirt and blood mixing beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, the battlefield seemed distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He propped himself up with one hand, breathing hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the countless tentacles rising around him like a sea of crimson thorns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They swayed, ready to strike again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why am I doing this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He searched inside himself for the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The joy of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thrill of danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pride of being unmatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, lying there with one arm gone and one foot severed, those reasons felt thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughed weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I still enjoying this?\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tentacles began to descend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A memory rose up from deep within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A different sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small hand gripping his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child’s laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw himself standing in front of a tiny house at the edge of the Assassin Plane’s outskirts. He had not always been feared. There had been a time when he had stayed in one place. A time when someone had waited for him to come home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child had been small. Fragile. Not strong in mana. Not gifted with killing talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered kneeling down and placing a hand on that child’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay behind me,\" he had said then, smiling softly. \"No matter what happens.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enemies had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assassins who thought him weak because he cared for someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had targeted the child first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the rage that had filled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not thrill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had cut them down not because it was fun, but because he refused to let harm reach that small figure hiding behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered holding the child afterward, feeling their trembling body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m here,\" he had whispered. \"I’ll always be here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory burned bright inside his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not for excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not for pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought because if he did not, someone weaker would suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought because he refused to kneel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought because he had once promised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield snapped back into focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tentacles inches from piercing his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I remember now,\" he breathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana flared violently from him, bright green light pushing back the descending blades for a brief moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t fight because it’s fun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I fight because I chose to stand in front.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tentacles crashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world went white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt pain again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felt his body torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness swallowed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both arms intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both feet firmly planted on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield looked different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blurry at the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limbs felt heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body would not respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What...\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mana was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a dried well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold sensation brushed his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A presence behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could turn, something sharp pierced his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sinking into his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt strength leaving him rapidly, flowing out through that bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t tell me...\" he thought desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to phase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body hung in the air, lifted effortlessly by the one behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not see the face clearly, but he felt the calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood flowed from his neck into the mouth that held him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts raced, but his body remained still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this is how it ends?\" he thought, panic rising only inside his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To fight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the energy drained too quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision darkened at the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world grew distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His last clear thought echoed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I fought because I chose to stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then everything went black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he lost consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>",1313,"2026-06-05T18:38:13.248Z",1,"novelbin.me","70721899253391e29a3f506a2870f301e46dfc7dd92ea19caf8f92e3d512524f","my-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn-chapter-134","my-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn-chapter-132",274,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn-cover.jpg"]