Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 234: A Ripple through the Academy

Several professors and instructors across the academy were notified of the duel in the Tower of Legends. For

many, it was the ultimate test of strength for cadets, so they had standing requests to receive alerts whenever

someone challenged the tower. Beside that, a great screen mounted on the academic building displayed live

updates of ongoing competitions and events. A small crowd of cadets gathered there, eager to witness how far

their peers could climb. Professors, noticing the gathering, soon becaware of the challenge as well.

Professors and instructors had access to any academy event through their personal devices. The moment Raijin

Stormrider ascended past the thirtieth floor, shock rippled through the faculty. It was a well-known fact that at

that point lay two Bloodstone Gargants... monsters whose corrupted blood poisoned all it touched. They could

only be slain with precise killing blows that left no blood spilled, a feat nearly impossible for a newbie first-term

cadet. Even many graduates rarely succeeded at such a task.

Among those notified was SuprGrandmaster Scathach herself. As head of the Combat Department, she

received every tower alert, but she had configured her device to notify her only once a cadet passed the twenty-

fifth floor. Mediocrity did not interest her. She sought only the extraordinary.

The first alert she received that day bore Raijin’s name. She was in meditation when the device pulsed, and

though annoyed by the interruption, she checked his record:

[Personal Database]

Cadet Name: Raijin Astrape Stormrider

Cadet Number: 10156601

Institution: Ascendance Academy of Midgard

Race: Dragon

Bloodline: Sky-Lightning (Level 1)

Cultivation Level: Awakened

Academy Points: 2015

Courses: Basics of Cultivation, Introduction to Supernatural Ethics & Law, Introduction to Lightning Attribute,

Cultivation History and Paths, School of Swords

Achievements: Rank 4 in the Initiation Ceremony

Her interest waned almost instantly. A lightning dragon should, by her estimation, reach the fortieth floor without

difficulty. Anything less marked him as weak among his kind. With that thought, she closed the record and

returned to meditation, deciding she would only bother to look again if he managed to reach the fiftieth floor.

It was much later that her device chimed again. Expecting the dragon’s progress, she opened the alert... only to

be surprised. Another cadet had crossed the twenty-fifth floor.

[Personal Database]

Cadet Name: Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor

Cadet Number: 10156659

Institution: Ascendance Academy of Midgard

Race: Werewolf (Alpha)

Bloodline: Mind Reaver (Level 1), Thunderbolt (Dormant)

Cultivation Level: Awakened

Academy Points: 2061

Courses: Basics of Cultivation, Introduction to Supernatural Ethics & Law, School of Mixed Martial Arts, Optional I,

Optional II

Achievements: Rank 3 in the Initiation Ceremony

Scathach'’s eyes glimmered. "A Raynor alpha with a thunderbolt bloodline? That was unusual. Either the girl's

clan had concealed it, or one of her parents was from the Lychos line and had hidden the trait. In any case, the

bloodline remained dormant," she thought.

"Mixed Martial Arts," she murmured with a smile. "An amusing choice for a first-term cadet. Let's see if Arrichion

has been earning his keep. | wonder how she fares without leaning on an element." With that, she closed the

screen and folded back into meditation.

Elsewhere, in the sdark chamber on the second floor of the Combat Department, Arrichion himself sat in

silence. His awareness spread outward in steady waves as he recovered his strength. Though his device had

buzzed with the stower alerts, he dismissed them without thought. The academy flooded its instructors with

notifications daily. He had no interest in bureaucracy... only in healing his battered body.

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The moment Eleanor stepped into the twenty-sixth level, her body crashed to the floor as though the weight of a

mountain had fallen upon her. Her limbs pressed into the cold stone, muscles screaming, and she found she

could not so much as lift a finger. Her breath cin ragged bursts. A quick glance at the corner of her vision

showed the timer ticking away at its usual pace... merciless, unchanging.

The chamber was stark and featureless, white walls enclosing her like a cage. No monsters lurked here, no

weapons lay waiting. Only a staircase stood across from her, no more than twenty feet away.

It took her nearly a minute to understand. "Gravity," she realised bitterly. "This isn't a fight. The challenge is to

cross the room before the timer runs out."

Her jaw clenched. "Damn it! That dragon must have known. Without monstrous physical strength, no one could

pass this floor. And my bloodline..." She cursed inwardly. "I can’t even call on it. | used it too recently. I'll need at

least twenty minutes to recover. | walked right into a trap, and now I'm paying for it."

But self-reproach would win her nothing. Already more than a minute was gone. Gritting her teeth, she began

testing the limits of her body under the crushing force. Slowly, deliberately, she shifted her weight, seeking any

motion that might carry her toward the distant stair.

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Raijin Astrape Stormrider stepped out of the chamber and strode into the lobby. A cheer rose the moment he

appeared. Though his face carried the faint shadow of disappointment... his run had ended at the fiftieth floor,

slain beneath the weight of an army greater than the one at twenty-five. But the praise of his peers washed it

away like rain over stone.

"Young Master Stormrider is incredible!"

"That's what it means to be a true dragon!"

"Level forty-nine at the very start of the term... imagine how far he'll reach by the end!"

"If only | could do something like that. Sigh!"

"Young Master, are you single?"

"Don’t be stupid. A dragon wouldn't spare a glance for anyone beneath his kind."

"Hah! You're a wyrmling, barely a hatchling. Don't talk as if you're his equal."

"Shut up! Let's hear how he achieved such a feat!"

The lobby buzzed with adoration, envy, and bickering until the receptionist’s clear voice cut through the clamour.

"Cadet 601," she said crisply, "you are awarded one hundred points for completing the forty-ninth level.

Congratulations. Be advised... you will not be permitted to challenge the Tower of Legends again for thirty days."

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when the torment became

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She was in her full werewolf form now, silver fur matted with blood and sweat that spattered the pristine floor.

Step by step she pushed on... one, then two, then three... each a triumph squeezed out from pain and fury. By

the tshe reached the stairs and started climbing up, her body had already begun to adapt to the crushing

force. The pain no longer broke her, though exhaustion gnawed at her with every breath.

She glanced at the timer after reaching in front of the door: eight minutes and twenty seconds. Relief flooded her

chest. She sank down for a moment's rest, panting, before pushing herself forward when the counter neared its

end. With one last exhale, she shoved open the door.

Her body instantly felt light as a feather. A cool breeze swept across her face, almost mocking the torment she

had just endured. But there was no tto savour the reprieve. The ground quaked as two colossal stone golems

thundered towards her, their fists raised high.

Eleanor braced, certain the blow would crush her into paste. But when the massive fist ccrashing down, she

caught it. Her palm... small and trembling... held back the weight of the titan. For a heartbeat she stared,

stunned, until realisation struck her: the last level had changed her. Her body had been reforged to endure.

With a roar, she twisted, shattering the golem'’s fist into rubble. Renewed vigour surged through her veins. She

leapt high and drove her knuckles beneath its chin. The giant toppled, cracked, and broke apart with an earth-

shaking crash.

The second golem'’s strike thundered down where she had stood, but she slipped aside. Three swift punches

hammered into its spine, and the stone giant splintered into fragments. Eleanor exhaled sharply, relief flooding

her chest, and glanced at the timer.

Only thirty seconds had passed.

Eleanor crossed to the door, set her back against the wall, and let herself rest. Her chest rose and fell with slow,

measured breaths. When the timer bled down towards its final seconds, she stood, wiped the sweat from her

brow, and pressed her hand to the door.

From the twenty-eighth to the

forty-ninth level, the tower had

thrown its horrors at her in relentless

succession. Ironhide Ogres whose

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Carrion Hulks that dripped with

decay, Rustclaw Beasts that could

gnawed through steel, Chitin Lords

with their carapace armour,

Stonehorn Behemoths that charged

like avalanches, Venomfang Hydras

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At first, they had cas a single

type monster pack, each a test of

strength and cunning. Then they

cin mixed packs, each with the

terrain bent to he ganiese fe

peols, fogid simp , choking mists,

crumbling cliffs. Eleanor fought

through them all. She lost the sword

she had carried into the twenty-sixth

level, but she made the battlefield her

armoury, taking weapons from the

fallen and wielding them until they

broke in her hands. Between battles,

she claimed what rest she could,

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Yet she never once reached for her bloodline. Not once. Every victory was earned with flesh, steel, and sheer

refusal to yield.

Now she stood before the door of the forty-ninth level. A sword balanced in one hand, a shield strapped to the

other. Her breathing was steady, her stance unshaken. Her academy uniform bore marks of bruises, healed cuts,

and dried blood... but her eyes were alight.

She drew in one final deep breath. This time, she was ready. This time, she would not endure merely to survive.

She was ready to conquer.