[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat":3,"chapter-reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-80":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Reincarnated as a Princess's Pet: With Trash Stats, but SSS-Rank Skill",{"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},896843,1177,"Chapter 80: Before It’s Too Late","reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-80",80,"\u003Cp>The imps moved in unison. They leapt forward, knives in hand. Wide grins. Glowing eyes. Straight at the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watch out!\" Dorian managed to shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Moon had already stepped ahead. She raised both hands. The air around her began to move—then exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gust of wind shot up the stairs, sweeping the imps mid-jump. Their small bodies slammed against the walls, against the steps, bouncing off one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get lost!\" Moon shouted, puffing her cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abby didn’t hesitate. She raised both hands. Her index fingers glowed—and fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fireballs shot out like projectiles, traveling up and down the staircase, striking the imps as they tried to get back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short explosions. Screams. Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the middle of it all, Lamia was already moving. She spun on her heel—and vanished up the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max clicked his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched her go. No time. He turned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Neros!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, throw me to the top of the stairs—over that group of imps.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neros smiled. He liked the plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I like the way you think, boy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vimel stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m coming with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varis adjusted his gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll join you too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie was already pulling something out of her bag. She handed it to Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Max, take this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small bundle, filled with different kinds of magic seals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...just in case you need them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max grabbed it without looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks, Sophie.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got into position. Neros bent his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold on tight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max placed one foot on his hands. A push—and he was launched. He flew over the imps scattered across the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Vimel and Varis advanced up the staircase like a wedge. Their blows weren’t precise—but they were brutal. Pushing, deflecting, breaking the imps’ formation to open a path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max landed in the hallway. Rolled. Got up without stopping. Ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The echo of his footsteps thundered as he chased Lamia’s silhouette in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tightened his grip on the bag. Opened it while running. Dozens of seals. Different symbols. Different inks. His eyes moved fast, searching for one he could use right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until he found one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t hesitate. Ran his fingers over the ink. Activated it. The effect was immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs exploded with speed. The hallway shrank. Shorter. Shorter. Each step brought him closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his mind...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t on the chase. It was somewhere else. Azael’s whistle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’It’s for Dante.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what they told him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’For when you face the real Dante.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his jaw. Looked ahead. Lamia was getting closer to the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’But if she poisons her...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If she kills Azael’s wife...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be nothing left to save.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled. Short. Decisive. Reached into his pocket. Pulled out the whistle. Without hesitating, he blew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp sound cut through the hallway air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he kept running. Reached the end. Just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia stood before the door. Her hand already on the knob. Turning it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max’s voice exploded through the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t do it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia didn’t stop. But her smile widened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...you got here pretty fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body began to blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violet smoke poured from her feet. Thick. Dense. Rising like a tide that devoured her from below. In seconds, it covered her completely. The same smoke she had used before to protect them from the guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn’t hesitate. He reached into the bag. Pulled out a fireball seal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ran his fingers over the ink—and threw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seal cut through the air and exploded into a violent blaze right where the violet cloud began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hallway lit up. Heat slammed against the walls, scorching the paintings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the mist didn’t disperse. And Lamia was still there. Unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The succubus’ voice came from within the smoke—calm. Soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I truly don’t understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do you want to stop my plan of revenge?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her silhouette began to form again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t know those women. You owe them nothing. They have nothing to do with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max clenched his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That doesn’t matter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, holding her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re innocent. They didn’t kill your daughter. They didn’t take her away from you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you want revenge... then you should go after Dante.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke slowly faded. Lamia emerged. Her eyes... empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was low. But filled with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want him to suffer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a step toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slowly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of massive, dark scissors appeared in her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I take away what he values most...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll be satisfied.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two magic circles opened at his sides. From them emerged skeletal knights, armed with rusted swords and cracked shields. Their eyes glowed with a faint fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skeletons advanced in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia didn’t even slow down. She sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scissors opened—and came down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clean cut passed through both. Their bodies split in halves, collapsing before they could even raise their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones clattered against the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max clenched his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...seriously?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clicked his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They didn’t even last a second.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia vanished in a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—she appeared right in front of him. The scissors came down, straight toward his torso, aiming to cut him in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact rang through the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn’t move. The blade had struck his invisible adamantine armor. The damage didn’t affect his HP, thanks to its enhanced effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia frowned slightly. Surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That instant was enough. Max twisted his body and brought his hammer down in a clean strike—straight at her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blow passed right through Lamia. No resistance. No weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her figure dissolved into violet smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hammer slammed into the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist slowly dispersed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max stood still for a few seconds, processing the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...it was a smoke clone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the fog vanished completely—and he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door to the room was open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! Damn it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He broke into a run toward the room—without thinking. Without stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And rushed down the hallway to the entrance—completely desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>",1009,"2026-06-03T06:02:49.172Z",1,"novelbin.me","39e36bed0f2b4514227c1dad7e89f362fc7146711d334f300905366ad624d3d1","reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-81","reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-79",189,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-cover.jpg"]