Super.Dawg

Chapter 176

Suri had changed.

Not in power—though that was certainly part of it—but in attitude. Something inside her had been unleashed, and now she reveled in it like a storm given a human form.

“[Lightning Bolt]!”

Chapter 175

The next morning greeted them with a winter sky the color of beaten steel. Frost clung to the edges of the mountain trail, brittle under their boots, snapping softly with every step. Their breaths misted into the cold air as Kana’s group pushed ...

Chapter 174

The results of both written and physical examinations would only be posted after the academy resumed. Until then, uncertainty lingered like frost on glass—thin, cold, impossible to shake off.

By dawn, the academy resembled a ghost town. Ha...

Chapter 173

Examination week descended upon the academy like a quiet storm.

Not the loud kind—the creeping, suffocating sort that stole laughter first, then sleep, and finally hope. Hallways that were normally bursting with chatter now felt hollow. Ev...

Chapter 172

Kana was upside down again.

She hung her head off the back of the chair, legs draped over the top, letting the blood rush to her brain as if that somehow helped her think. The book she’d pretended to read slid off her stomach and thumped o...

Chapter 171

Suri hummed softly as the wagon rattled along the frosted road, the wheels creaking in a steady rhythm that somehow matched the tune escaping her lips. Her mood—once a storm cloud following the caravan—had finally lifted. Even the winter chill...

Chapter 170

A few days ago.

Unlike the bustling southern gate, where caravans clogged the roads and merchants spilled into the dirt paths like ants from a hill, the western gate felt strangely empty. The winter air hung thick and cold, carrying only the...

Chapter 169

It had been two weeks since the students left the northern fortress. Spirits were high across most of the caravans—laughter drifting from wagons, tired students daydreaming of warm beds and familiar streets. The frost-bitten journey home always ...

Chapter 168

Kana weighed every outcome before taking a single step.

She could burn the camp down.

A swift blaze in the frozen night—chaos, confusion, panic.

But too many would survive, slipping into the dark, regrouping then most likely re...

Chapter 167

A cold breeze whispered across the plains as Kana marched into the hidden camp.

She hadn’t expected anything like this.

The camp sprawled across the frozen earth like a parasite—far larger than any bandit operation she’d imagined...

Chapter 166

Kana walked with her hood pulled low, the fading afternoon light catching the edges of her thoughts the way it caught the side of the road—slanting, sharp, revealing things she wished she could ignore.

The capital loomed far to the norther...

Chapter 165

“Looks like I made it in time,” Kana whispered, her breath fogging against the windowpane.

Below her, the streets churned with motion—empire guards in uniform, their boots clattering against the cobblestone. She could hear their shouts...

Chapter 164

They entered the private chamber as if it were theirs. The room smelled faintly of incense and old paper; tapestries hung heavy on the walls, woven with the sigils of the House of Saud—threads that caught and held the light in odd, slow-moving r...

Chapter 163

Everything had already ended when they arrived.

The wind carried the scent of ash and blood, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of burned mana. The once-flat clearing was unrecognizable—tents torn apart, scattered like the remains of a...

Chapter 162

Kana woke up, startled.

The world outside her wooden cocoon was no longer bathed in the silver hue of dawn—it was drenched in gold and crimson. The sun was already sinking beyond the horizon, painting the plains in fading light.

She ...

Chapter 161

Again?

The word echoed in her mind like a curse.

Kana shuddered. The cold wasn’t what made her tremble—it was the feeling creeping around her, that quiet, unseen pressure that came before death. She’d felt it before, too...

Chapter 160

The wind cut across the open field like a living thing—sharp, cold, and merciless. Snow whipped sideways, blurring the horizon into shifting white ghosts.

Suri’s illusions spread through the storm, faint distortions in the ground like he...

Chapter 159

They emerged from the tunnel into a world painted white.

Snow stretched to the horizon, endless and cruel, swallowing every sound. The wind clawed at their cloaks, scattering flurries across the barren plain like ash from a dying fire.

Chapter 158

The battlefield had gone quiet.

Only the hiss of snow filled the air, where different skills had scorched the ground moments earlier. The scent of burnt fur and iron clung to everything even though the dungeon monster's body had already vani...

Chapter 157

Andel’s lance hummed in his hands, faint arcs of lightning snapping across the haft and racing toward the tip. The air smelled sharp—ozone and frost—and the power made the fine hairs on his arms rise.

He grinned.

His new passive ...

Chapter 156

The air smelled of dust and old metal. Crates loomed around them like silent sentinels as Artin, Kana, Mica, Ryle, Ger and Shai crouched low, their breath misting in the chill. The building they had entered was wrong—It wasn’t where the prince...

Chapter 155

When the garrison’s wall fell, Suri expected men to pour out.

Instead, dungeon monsters came like an endless stream.

The first that stepped into the light was wrong—too many limbs, its body stitched from the parts of other beasts. ...

Chapter 154

After hours of waiting, the ground trembled.

At first, it was faint — a low groan in the earth’s belly, like some ancient creature shifting in its sleep. Then came the rattle of falling stones. Dust sifted from the tunnel ceiling, coatin...

Chapter 153

“This deep should be right, right?” Artin’s voice echoed faintly from below, distorted by stone and distance.

Kana crouched near the hole, cold air breathing out from its mouth like the exhale of some slumbering beast. The tunnel was j...

Chapter 152

The snow never stopped. It whispered around their boots, crunching softly with every step as they made their way toward the garrison. The wind carried no scent—only the hollow chill of a world that felt half-dead.

Kana walked near the fron...

Chapter 151

The air around them thickened as the giant feline landed, its paws sinking deep into the snow. Frost scattered from the impact, a low rumble escaping its throat—a growl so deep it felt like the ground itself was warning anyone foolish enough to ...

Chapter 150

The northern wind howled like a living thing, dragging curtains of snow across the frozen plain. Kana moved through it in silence—little more than a shadow gliding over white. Each breath came out as mist, quick and shallow, vanishing before it ...

Chapter 149

Blood clung to the canvas walls like dark petals.

The stench of copper filled the air so thickly that one of the northern soldiers almost tasted it when he stepped inside the tent. The five captives—what was left of them—sat where they�...

Chapter 148

The clang of steel still echoed faintly from the frontlines. The air smelled of ozone and burnt leather — the byproduct of too many skills casted too quickly. Kana could feel the vibration of battle even from where she stood, like the heartbeat ...

Chapter 147

It was a woman.

Long red hair spilled from beneath her hood, though most of it was hidden beneath the black cloak that marked the enemy. The way she moved told Suri enough — calm, deliberate, practiced. She wasn’t like the others. This o...