[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-milf-s-dragon":3,"chapter-the-milf-s-dragon-the-milf-s-dragon-chapter-191":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Milf's Dragon",{"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},1208197,1564,"Chapter 191. First Day of the Hunt","the-milf-s-dragon-chapter-191",191,"\u003Cp>Raxka stood twenty meters away. Relaxed and Confident. Her silver-grey fur rippled in the desert wind. The tracker in Owen’s chest pulsed in rhythm with her presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re early...\" Owen said. His voice was steady despite the fear crawling up his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I?\" Raxka tilted her head. \"Or did I simply decide to start my hunt when I wanted?\" She gestured to the empty oasis. \"I’ve been watching you. Waiting for the perfect moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax’s scythe materialized. \"The hunt doesn’t officially start until day twenty-five.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"True.\" Raxka’s grin widened. \"But who’s going to complain? The Tribunal? They’ll love the drama. Early hunt means higher ratings.\" She cracked her knuckles. \"Besides, I have special permission. The whelp is marked. He’s my prey specifically.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s gauntlets hummed. His CE gathered. 6,000 baseline. Against her probable 1,500,000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap was insurmountable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d faced insurmountable before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gorvax...\" Owen said quietly. \"Run.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dying here wastes everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said no.\" Gorvax’s CE flared. His scythe burned brighter. \"We’re partners. We’ll fight together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka laughed. \"How touching. But it won’t matter. You’re both prey. The only question is who dies first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than Owen could track.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment she was twenty meters away. The next, her clawed hand was at his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He activated Momentum Shift. 7 CE. Appeared three meters left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand closed on empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned. Smiled. \"Good instincts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax attacked from behind. Scythe swinging for her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka ducked without looking. The blade passed over her head. She kicked backward. Caught Gorvax in the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flew ten meters. Hit the rocks. His CE dropped by 4,000 from a single kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen didn’t waste time. Dragon’s Breath. 300 CE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black flames erupted. Consumed the space where Raxka stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked through them. Unburned. Her fur barely singed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tier 2 CE reinforcement,\" she said casually. \"Your flames can’t penetrate my defenses. Nice try though.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s mind raced. His fire didn’t work. Physical attacks won’t connect and Her speed was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed a different approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon’s Tongue. \"{Slow}\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cost: 120 CE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word resonated. Reality rippled. Raxka’s movements became fractionally slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fractionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen struck. Cosmic Impact Fist. 400 CE. His fastest, hardest punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It connected with her ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka slid backward three meters. Looked down at where his fist had landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No visible damage. Her CE had absorbed the impact completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up. Her expression had changed. No more amusement. Now interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That hurt. Barely. But it did.\" She flexed. \"Impressive for Tier 5, five-stars. You’re stronger than you should be.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax was back on his feet. He attacked from her blind side. Scythe aimed for her legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka jumped. Ten meters straight up. Twisted mid-air. Landed behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She grabbed his scythe. Ripped it from his hands. Threw it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she punched him. Once. In the stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax doubled over. Coughed blood. His CE dropped by 8,000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sower. Tier 4, five-stars. 60,000 baseline CE. Strong. Experienced. But too slow.\" She grabbed his throat. Lifted him. \"You’re not the interesting one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She threw him. He hit the ground thirty meters away. Didn’t get up immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s heart hammered. ’She’s toying with us. This isn’t even a fight to her.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka turned her full attention to Owen. \"Now. Let’s see what the one with a strange scent can really do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen used every skill he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Momentum Shift to dodge. Dragon’s Eye to predict. Indestructible Scales to block. Dragon’s Aura to create pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was too fast. Too strong. Too experienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every exchange cost him CE. Every block drained his reserves. Every dodge required precision he barely had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His CE: 4,900.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hers: Barely touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She caught him by the arm. Twisted. His shoulder dislocated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain exploded. Ultra-Regeneration kicked in. 200 CE to heal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kicked his chest. Three ribs broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another 250 CE to heal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His CE: 4,250.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re tough,\" Raxka said. \"Good regeneration. But you can’t last forever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen converted mana to CE. 100,000 mana for 100 CE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reserves refilled slightly. But his mana was finite. 720,000 remaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t win this. Not head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax appeared behind Raxka. His scythe reformed. He swung with everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She caught the blade with one hand. Didn’t even turn around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Persistent.\" She yanked the scythe. Pulled Gorvax toward her. Punched him in the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His covering shattered. For the first time, Owen saw Gorvax’s real face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanoid. Sharp features. Grey skin. Eyes that glowed faintly purple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood poured from his broken nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka kicked him away again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen attacked while she was distracted. 500 CE punch aimed at her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spun. Caught his fist. Squeezed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bones in his hand shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She released him. He stumbled back. Ultra-Regeneration burning 300 CE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His CE: 3,550.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka wasn’t even breathing hard. \"This is disappointing. I expected more from someone carrying Progenitor scent\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped forward. \"But I suppose diluted trash is still trash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s vision blurred from pain. His hand was healed but the memory of agony remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’We can’t win. We’re going to die here.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Gorvax spoke. His voice was distorted without his covering. Raw. Desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Raxka. I invoke Right of Offering.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka stopped. Her eyes widened. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right of Offering. Nullborn tradition. I offer myself as worthy prey. Solo hunt. You let the whelp go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gorvax, no—\" Owen started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut up, Dragon.\" Gorvax stood. Blood still dripping from his face. His CE flared. Everything he had left. \"I’m Tier 4, five-stars. I’ve survived five hundred years. I’ve killed thousands. I’m worthy prey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka’s expression shifted. Calculating. \"Right of Offering. You know our traditions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve traveled the cosmos long enough to learn them.\" Gorvax’s purple eyes locked onto hers. \"You accept, we fight one-on-one. You kill me, you take my credits, my rank, my kill count. But He walks away. Unharmed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And if I refuse?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then you dishonor your clan. Your Matriarch. Your hunt.\" Gorvax’s voice was steel. \"Nullborns don’t refuse worthy prey. It’s the only law you actually follow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka’s jaw tightened. Her claws flexed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she smiled. \"You clever bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to Owen. \"Leave. Now. You have ten seconds before I change my mind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen didn’t move. \"Gorvax—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GO!\" Gorvax roared. \"Seri needs me to survive. I can’t do that if you’re here distracting me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s throat tightened. \"You can’t beat her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know.\" Gorvax’s smile was bitter. \"But I can give you time. Use it. Get stronger. Kill the next hunter. Earn your pardon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gorvax—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five seconds,\" Raxka said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen looked at Gorvax one last time. The Sower. The gardener who destroyed worlds. The criminal who loved someone enough to endure five hundred years of running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His partner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used Momentum Shift. Again. Again. Burning CE recklessly. Just distance. Just escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Gorvax’s CE exploded. His scythe manifested at full power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka laughed. \"Now THIS is a hunt!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of their battle echoed across the desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen ran until he couldn’t hear it anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the only sound was his own ragged breathing and the crunch of sand beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He collapsed behind a dune. Gasped for air. His body shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A notification appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ALLIANCE DISSOLVED: GORVAX - COMBAT ENGAGEMENT]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[SHARED CREDIT POOL: DEACTIVATED]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s final credit count: 2,456,000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the notification. Numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[PRISONER ELIMINATED: GORVAX]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[CAUSE: NULLBORN HUNTER - RAXKA]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[PRISONERS REMAINING: 163 (Season 47) + ~298 (Lifers)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s hands clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seri would be released. Given medical care until she died naturally. Peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the deal. That was what Gorvax had fought for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t make it hurt less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen sat in the sand. Alone. Wounded. His CE at 2,100.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Month 1 Hunt had claimed its first major victim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it had only just begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere in the desert, Raxka stood over Gorvax’s dissolving body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked in the direction Owen had fled. Smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smart, whelp. Using your partner as a sacrifice.\" She stretched. \"But I’ll find you tomorrow. The hunt isn’t over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She activated her comm. \"Raxka to Tribunal HQ. First kill confirmed. The Sower. Tier 4, five-stars. Combat was satisfactory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice responded. Altered. One of the Judges. \"Proceed with the hunt. Four days remaining.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raxka looked at the stars. \"The whelp runs. But he can’t hide. Not from me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She began tracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunt continued.\u003C\u002Fp>",1402,"2026-06-03T14:09:28.083Z",1,"novelbin.me","1fe002002796c3bb73f48280f151e5e894f2f578221b692b1f37d07bb9690569","the-milf-s-dragon-chapter-192","the-milf-s-dragon-chapter-190",221,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-milf-s-dragon-cover.jpg"]