Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Heroine’s Husband, Lucan IV
The battlefield was a chaotic mess—confetti and balloons littered the ground, remnants of broken spells floating lazily through the air.

Jubilee was unpredictable, constantly shifting the field of play with bizarre and whimsical attacks. But there was something he had noticed in the midst of the madness, something small yet significant. The broken dice—Orbit had brought it to him earlier, a piece of the very item Jubilee had summoned in her chaotic antics. That small fragment sparked an idea in his mind.

Lucan eyes focused on the piece of broken dice that Orbit still held up triumphantly. The tiny fragment of the dice shimmered in the sunlight. Lucan’s lips quirked into a smile as realization struck. The dice were more than just part of her chaotic arsenal—they were a symbol of randomness, of chance. What if, in her chaotic world, the dice were the key to controlling the flow of battle?

His mind raced as he formulated the perfect strategy.

Jubilee’s next move came quickly—she snapped her fingers, and a giant spinning top materialized above them, its tips glowing ominously as it began to whirl at dangerous speeds. She raised an eyebrow. “Think you can control this, Lucan?”

Lucan’s eyes never left the fragment of dice. “Chance.”

With that single word, the world seemed to hold its breath.

The spinning top froze mid-air, its massive blades locked in place as though caught in a sudden and impossible stillness. Jubilee’s expression shifted—surprise and irritation flickering across her face.

“What did you do?” she demanded, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to force the top back into motion. “You can’t just control luck, you—”

“Fate,” Lucan continued, his voice cold but laced with determination.

The moment the word left his lips, the entire battlefield seemed to shift. The top, once a whirling force of destruction, now began to rotate backwards. It defied the laws of momentum, twisting in an opposite direction, almost as if the flow of time was being reversed.

Jubilee gasped as the top continued to spin backward, its blades scraping against the air. The once chaotic magic she had summoned was now being undone, reversed by the very essence of fate itself.

“No! This isn’t possible!” Jubilee cried out, stumbling back as her other creations began to unravel. Her previously created confetti storms dissipated, the balloons she had conjured floated back into the air, deflating one by one as though time had rewritten their existence.

Lucan’s face remained stoic, but inwardly, he felt the drain on his mana reserves. He had to act quickly. His words were powerful, but they were limited. He couldn’t maintain the reversal of time for long, and the longer he pushed it, the greater the cost.

“Chance,” he whispered again, his voice barely audible.

The dice fragment in Orbit’s tiny paws shimmered once more, its connection to the battlefield becoming clearer as reality around them warped. The air seemed to grow thicker with energy as the laws of probability bent to Lucan’s will. And with that, a massive swirl of magic began to form, twisting into a vortex above Jubilee.

The ground trembled beneath her feet as the vortex expanded. Pieces of the broken spinning top began to shoot upward, twisting in the magic’s pull as it distorted everything around them.

Jubilee’s playful demeanor faltered as she realized what was happening. “Wait… What’s going on? What are you doing to me?”

Lucan’s gaze hardened, a brief moment of control slipping into the chaos. “You’ve played your games long enough. Now it’s time for your chaos to meet its end.”

Jubilee began to float into the air, caught in the pull of the magical vortex, her arms flailing in an attempt to break free from Lucan’s control. Her body twisted and turned, helpless as she tried to regain control.

“I can’t—” Jubilee stammered, her usual bravado fading away. “I can’t move—what is this?”

Lucan stood firm, “Turn.”

The vortex responded to his command, its chaotic spinning slowing to a near halt. Then, with a final flicker, it reversed completely, turning Jubilee’s wild magic back on itself. The laughter and color she had summoned spiraled inward, drawn into the vortex and swallowed by the power Lucan wielded.

Jubilee, now fully surrounded by the dark swirl of magic, was held in place by Lucan’s precision. No longer able to summon her playful chaos, she struggled in mid-air, helpless before the reality-bending force Lucan had invoked.

“Enough,” Lucan muttered, the strain in his voice clear.

In the midst of the whirlwind, a final command escaped his lips, calm but absolute. “Disappear.”

With those words, the vortex collapsed inward, pulling the remnants of Jubilee’s chaotic creations into nothingness. The air grew still as the magic faded, and with it, so did Jubilee’s once-dazzling theatrics. The battlefield, once teeming with her whimsical attacks, was now silent.

Jubilee fell from the air with a shocked expression, landing lightly on the ground, her unicycle and other creations vanishing in a cloud of dust and silence.

She slowly stood, brushing herself off, still wide-eyed. “I… I don’t believe it,” she murmured, looking up at Lucan in disbelief. “You—how did you…?”

“Why would I tell you?”

Jubilee blinked. All stuff she summon got disappeared. She was using this stuff to fight, and changed them accordingly to her but now that everything disappeared, she can’t do anything.

Of course, she had enough mana to summon it again. Not only summon it again, she had enough mana and power to destroy this entire Vardant Labyrinth, but she put limit, when fighting Lucan. She already cross that limit once, she can’t do again.

Jubilee let out a breath of laughter, her expression shifting back to something playful. “Well, aren’t you just full of surprises, darling?” She gave him a slow, exaggerated clap, her smile returning. “I guess you won this round.”

Lucan didn’t care. He knew that Jubilee seemed more powerful than he thought. She might still have strength to fight.

Jubilee tilted her head, her smile never faltering. “I’ll be back, Lucan. You’ve only seen a glimpse of my chaos.”

“I hope I never see that,” Lucan said.