Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start? - Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Chapter388-The Pure Rachel Begins the Preparations
“Rachel has such a pure personality,” Leslie said softly. “She’s not motivated by selfish ambition or hidden agendas. She’s a wonderful friend, and I think highly of her.”

Initially, Leslie harbored hostility toward Rachel, given that Rachel resided in Owen’s personal domain.

For Leslie, who struggled with jealousy, this felt like a metaphorical “golden house to keep one’s mistress”—utterly unacceptable.

However, as Leslie got to know Rachel, her perspective shifted.

Rachel, as Owen had said, was simply tending to this secluded world, with no ulterior motives or grand ambitions. She was pure.

In fact, Rachel was the most untainted person Leslie had ever met.

After all, among the women around Owen, which one didn’t have designs on him?

But Rachel was different.

She genuinely nurtured this small world, turning it into the picturesque paradise it was today—an expanse of floral fields and lush forests.

Without Rachel, this world would never have become the stunning haven it was now.

Both Owen and Leslie stood in quiet admiration of the surroundings.

With the Time Array opening tomorrow, they knew they would soon face Loki and the Burning Legion.

This was their brief and rare moment of tranquility.

Standing silently together amidst the beauty of the small world, they felt an inexplicable warmth.

“Owen,” Leslie suddenly said, her voice tinged with tenderness as she gazed at him lovingly.

Her expression reminded Owen of their time in the cycle of reincarnation—of the little girl they had called their love’s ultimate creation.

“Are you thinking about her?” Owen asked softly.

Leslie nodded, her eyes welling up with unshed tears.

During their training and trials within the cycle of reincarnation, what Leslie couldn’t bear to leave behind was their child—the porcelain doll of a girl they had called “Little Leslie.”

Though it had only been an illusory experience within the reincarnation cycle, the emotions it evoked felt all too real.

Especially when the cycle ended, and Little Leslie’s tearful, longing gaze stayed imprinted on their hearts.

Seeing the turmoil on Leslie’s face, Owen too couldn’t help but recall the image of Little Leslie.

To him, she was unforgettable. From the moment of her birth, her every milestone had been etched into his soul.

Owen sighed deeply. For Leslie, aside from himself, Little Leslie was the only one who could stir such emotions.

Mentioning her left them both melancholic.

Then, as if struck by inspiration, Leslie’s eyes gleamed with hope as she looked at Owen.

“Owen, can we make Little Leslie a reality sooner rather than later?”

Her cheeks flushed with a gentle blush as she spoke.

Seeing her earnest expression, Owen gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and gazed at her tenderly.

“Of course,” he replied.

As the words left his lips, the air around them shimmered, creating a private realm.

Surrounded by vibrant blossoms and illuminated by a cascade of prismatic light, Owen and Leslie locked eyes, their emotions palpable.

In this secluded sanctuary, their bond deepened.

…

Meanwhile, outside the small world, Madelyn worked tirelessly to carry out Owen’s orders, her demeanor serious and focused.

“Make sure the arrays are completed as quickly as possible. Our opponents this time are unlike any we’ve faced before—we can’t afford any mistakes!”

“How’s the dissemination of the message? I want the news of the Time Array spread across every corner of Pure Land and the Forbidden Zone within the day!”

…

Madelyn’s urgent commands spurred Academy City and other allied forces into action.

“Madelyn, the array has been completed. Both the night elves and boarmen are cooperating, and some key members have already moved into Emerald Dreamscape.”

“Madelyn, we’ve deployed Academy City personnel and spent a significant amount of mana stones to spread the message. Other factions, curious about our intentions, are even helping to distribute the news!”

Leaders of various factions gathered before Madelyn, providing updates on their progress.

Though they had done well, Madelyn, acutely aware of the coming storm, remained cautious.

Their adversary this time was none other than Loki, the God of Trickery—a cunning and ancient figure who had lived through countless epochs.

No amount of preparation felt sufficient.

While Madelyn worked tirelessly, Ysera took a more leisurely approach, issuing orders for evacuation and relocation.

She knew that Emerald Dreamscape would inevitably become a battlefield tomorrow. Her priority was to ensure the safety of its inhabitants, leaving the battle to Owen and Leslie.

Regardless of the outcome, it had little bearing on her.

Elsewhere, Jenny and Ferola were also busy.

As Owen’s supposed allies, they had promised to send reinforcements.

They now worked on establishing void tunnels to transport their forces to Emerald Dreamscape.

…

The night passed in a flurry of activity.

By morning, everyone had gathered atop a towering mountain deep within Emerald Dreamscape.

The peak stood tall and solitary, incongruously placed in the otherwise flat landscape, as if deliberately set there.

As the assembled crowd exchanged anxious glances, Owen arrived with Leslie.

“Owen,” Ysera said, giving the pair a quick nod. “Since everyone’s here, follow me. The Time Array is located within the cave ahead.”

Ysera led the way, her steps brisk yet tinged with curiosity—she had known about the array for a long time but had never visited it herself.

The group followed her into the cave.

Though it began as a narrow tunnel, the space soon opened up into a grand chamber, where three ancient monoliths stood imposingly.

Owen’s steps slowed as he approached the monoliths, his gaze sharp and discerning.

The first monolith resembled a cracked egg, with countless shadowy figures writhing within. The shadows seemed alive, surging toward Owen’s brow as if to consume him.

He snapped back to reality and turned his gaze to the second monolith.

This one depicted a menacing spider, its pale web stretching outward as if entangling the entire cosmos. All existence seemed caught in its intricate trap.

Finally, Owen’s eyes rested on the third monolith, shrouded in a mist that obscured its details. Faint impressions of disjointed spider legs peeked through the fog.

“These must be the legendary Heaven-Sealing Monoliths,” Owen murmured in awe.

These ancient artifacts, capable of anchoring past, present, and future, had been claimed by Loki and imbued with his essence. Together, they formed the Time Array.

Ysera, surprised by Owen’s recognition, paused.

“You know about these monoliths?” she asked, astonished.

Owen nodded, his tone certain.

“To activate the array, the monoliths need to be repositioned, correct?”

Ysera nodded, stepping forward to adjust them, but Owen held up a hand.

“Allow me,” he said.

Summoning his Order domain, Owen enveloped the three monoliths. Lightning Order, Order of Fire, and Order of Life surged toward the respective stones.

The monoliths trembled, their engraved imagery fading as they were purified by Owen’s power. Faint, anguished cries echoed from within before the monoliths turned blank.

An ancient array began to weave itself into existence, its intricate patterns spiraling outward from the now-silent monoliths.