Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: Special
Chapter Title: Motherly Love and Sex...
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Princess Lee Miran and Mina naturally chose to split apart to face each other's fakes.
In that original versus fake matchup, they were predictably identical in every way—but for one crucial difference.
Against the fake embedded with infinite energy, they started off evenly matched, but there was no denying the gradual sense of being pushed back.
"It's not that she's strong... I'm just getting tired."
"......"
Princess Lee Miran, who already boasted exceptional regenerative abilities as the original.
Now, facing her own fake with infinite mana on top of regeneration, sweat was pouring down her like rain.
'Blood Soldiers, Blood Rain... even close-quarters combat just ends with us both wounding and healing each other simultaneously. It's pointless.'
No... while she was steadily tiring out, the fake had infinite regeneration and mana built right in.
If this war of attrition dragged on, she'd lose for sure.
So, what way was there to beat a version of herself that could recover from any wound or mana drain?
No matter how she racked her brain, there was only one option.
"...The Stretch Routine?"
"?!"
At that moment, the fake Princess Lee Miran spoke for the first time.
"But that only shows its true power after over 100 hours straight."
Even as a fake, she knew her inside and out.
The fake princess saw right through the real one's thoughts from the start, declaring she wouldn't wait around for it.
"The ultimate technique no hunter can surpass, the pinnacle of power: the Secret Art."
"......"
"Not even my eldest sister Lee Gok, let alone anyone else in the world—only a rare few have reached that dreamlike realm... but for some reason, I could touch it from the very beginning."
"Lee Gok... sis..."
The fake Princess Lee Miran spoke of the real one's memories as if they were her own.
"But it was a power far too immense for someone like me."
"...You think so?"
"Yeah. Look—hunters who reach the Secret Art can wield it anytime, like it's second nature."
Yeah, just like my mother.
"But what are we? We have to do the Stretch Routine nonstop for 100 hours, day and night, just to barely use it."
There wasn't a single flaw in what she said.
In truth, a hunter's 'Secret Art' required at least S-rank status—far too lofty for the current Princess Lee Miran.
...But still.
"If it's too much for the real me, who are you—a mere fake—to decide that?"
"...What?"
"No matter what abilities or power you have, only you yourself can decide their worth."
Whether it's a jeweler's sparkling gem or a roadside pebble, only the one who picks it up sets its value.
With those words, mid-battle, Princess Lee Miran raised both arms sky-high and began the Stretch Routine.
"Hmph. You think I'll just stand here and watch?"
Spotting the opening in the real one, the fake Princess Lee Miran rushed in, aiming to crush her throat this time—preventing even regeneration—and claim the spot as the true original.
But. ⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Secret Art - Hope of Prolific Birth "...Huh?"
It had only just started, right?
Yet the real one's body was already emanating the glow of mana, the hallmark of the Secret Art.
"Since you're me too, you know why we do the Stretch Routine before the Secret Art, don't you?"
"Of course..."
The reason Princess Lee Miran's Secret Art began with the Stretch Routine.
Like how all hunters visualize an 'image' when using their abilities, it was to conjure the 'future self' she firmly believed in.
Normally, to form that uncertain ideal image, Princess Lee Miran needed a full 100 hours of the Stretch Routine.
But just minutes ago.
Whoosh.
The younger man who had clung to her lower belly like he was begging for protection.
Looking down at the trembling Kim Yongchan like a full-grown child and hugging him tight—that was when her ideal form crystallized in her mind.
"What I wanted to etch into my body over those 100 hours of stretching wasn't anything else—it was 'motherly love'."
"Mother...ly love?"
"Yeah. Becoming a mom with a perfect figure. Thanks to Yongchan, I got to feel it, even indirectly."
So intensely her crotch grew hot.
"That's why I can do it right now."
With those words. "Secret Art - Hope of Prolific Birth." ⟨ Hope of Prolific Birth ⟩ The real Princess Lee Miran reached her Secret Art without the 100-hour cooldown.
"N-No way...!"
An emotion the fake could never feel.
Motherly love.
And lust.
With those two fused, the real princess swiftly ballooned into her busty Bigger Miran form.
"My clothes are tight now, so my tits are peeking out a bit, but isn't that just part of being a grown woman?"
"...!"
"So, get ready." ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The key to gaining the upper hand in a battle between Domain Hunters.
The method was simple.
Your opponent's domain just needed to be a tier lower than yours, or narrower in scope.
That way, you could drag them into your domain for a decisive blow before they even stepped into theirs.
In that regard, the two Kwon Minas were equal in domain tier.
But the fake Kwon Mina's domain—thanks to infinite energy forcibly expanding it—had already stretched to a maximum of 20 meters.
Bang!
"Guh?!"
"Hehe."
It completely overwhelmed the real Kwon Mina.
"You can't even get near me now."
"Kuh...!"
"Hmph. Glaring won't change a thing."
The real Kwon Mina charged straight at the fake again.
But before the fake could enter her 10-meter domain, she plunged into the fake's 20-meter one.
She was blasted back by the repelling force once more.
"Kuhak?!"
"Hahaha, told you it's useless."
Did she have some separate strategy?
Or was it just stubborn recklessness?
Either way, with identical stats... no, for Domain Hunters where internal mana mattered most, infinite energy held value beyond measure.
Now, with the altered stats from forced domain expansion, the original couldn't possibly win.
Thud!
Splat.
Crack.
But something was off.
'Why does she keep... charging in?'
Against a superior domain, she'd just get repelled—that was Domain Hunter battles 101.
Why was the original so pointlessly stepping into her domain over and over?
Then, when the real Kwon Mina's body was covered in wounds.
Spitting blood, barely able to stand.
Instead of charging again, she assumed the basic Taekwondo stance.
She closed her eyes in meditation-like poomsae.
"What the hell is... that?!"
The fake Kwon Mina's laughter froze at the sight: body marred beyond recognition, eyes shut in apparent surrender, that signature pose.
From the original's memories—a forbidden technique passed down through the Andong Kwon Clan, usable only under such extreme conditions.
"N-No way?!" "Tremble... flutter flutter..." ⟨ Andong Kwon Forbidden Art ⟩ Roughly 800 years ago.
The entity that heralded the Andong Kwon Clan's rise—the Korean Peninsula's strongest and worst monster, forever sealed.
It slew two Clan Heads of the Supreme Lee Clan and forced the Andong Kwon Clan Head to seal it after failing to exterminate it—a calamity barely contained.
A 'object' even Trainer Hunters deemed too dangerous to tame.
Yet, as a suicidal measure—not true 'control'—it was the ace only female Andong Kwon Clan Heads could summon.
"S-Stop... if you use that, you'll get torn apart by it too!"
"Even if I sit idle here, I'm doomed to die by your hand. Do you think that's my concern right now, you wench?"
A chill ran down her spine.
Was this girl seriously ready to die?
But dragging her along out of refusal to die alone?
That was the real Kwon Mina's conviction—a faith the fake could never grasp.
Or perhaps pure 'madness' bent on taking her with.
But before the incantation could finish.
Stab.
"Kuhak?!"
"...!"
A blood-soaked arm bursting from the fake Kwon Mina's ample chest.
"Y-You...?"
"Oh right, you haven't seen me like this before, have you, Kwon Mina Clan Head?"
"...! No way—Princess Lee Miran?!"
"That's right. Me."
Bigger Miran had slipped into the fake Kwon Mina's domain unnoticed.
"Ch-Cheating by sneaking up from behind...!"
"Cheating? You fakes had the advantage from the start with infinite energy—who's the cheater here?"
Kwon Mina's domain repelled anything entering her line of sight.
Approach from behind, and it was outside the ability's range. While the fake was distracted by the real one's frenzy, Bigger Miran easily closed in from the rear.
But.
"Hmph, doesn't matter—you're in my sight now!"
Heart pierced? For us born from crystals, we don't die unless our whole body is crushed.
As if to prove it, the fake Kwon Mina whipped her head around, locking eyes on Bigger Miran behind her.
"Watch out, Princess Lee Miran!"
Now in view, she poured full power into repelling her—bones and flesh would fly.
Thump.
"...Huh?"
It should've worked.
"Not... pushing...?"
"Back?"
She was clearly inside the domain.
Yet Bigger Miran stood unharmed amid the Domain Hunter's power.
"Why are you fine?!"
No matter how hard she pushed, the fake Kwon Mina screamed as Bigger Miran stood firm.
In response, it wasn't mere Princess Lee Miran—it was Bigger Miran who replied:
"'Cause domains or whatever don't matter—I'm way stronger than you."
"...Eh?"
"I'm the only one here who's leveled up properly. Even your tits are smaller than mine now, girl."
Crunch.