My Ex-Boyfriend Gave Birth to My Child? What Does That Mean? - Chapter 36

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My Ex Got Me Pregnant with Our Child — What Does That Even Mean? Episode 36
There was no time for long deliberation. I shouted.
“Leon!”
“Got it.”
I manipulated the opening mechanism of Cage 2, guarded by security. The brainwashed guards mechanically thrust their spears at me. Leon subdued them in an instant with a single flick of his finger.
“Well, you hate killing people anyway.”
I grabbed Leon’s hand as he murmured and rushed through the open doorway.
Ill omens rarely mislead.
Inside the door, I saw security guards collapsed in pools of blood.
They had been cut precisely at the vital points.
There were no signs of a struggle.
They hadn’t even had a chance to resist.
The cage I stepped into was bizarre. Stone walls twisted into strange shapes had transformed what should have been a straight passage into a labyrinth.
I gasped at the thick mana emanating from within.
“……Leon, what in the world……”
“I told you. It must be a special artifact.”
Unlike my urgency, Leon’s eyes glowed with fascination. He watched the slowly twisting maze reshape its structure in real time, observing it like a toy.
“Abnormal Transformation is in progress. At this rate, a Mana Rampage will occur in Cage 2.”
“That’s why we came to stop it.”
I pressed my hand against the stone wall that slowly changed shape. The mana flowing through my body collided with the mana in the stone wall, meeting within the current. I read information from the flowing particles. This path was half hallucination, half substance.
Leon stopped me just as I was about to step into the illusion.
“Be careful.”
Soon I understood why the guards had fallen without being able to do anything.
Shattered and half-pixelated memories flooded my mind.
The days when my father was still alive and we were still happy, my mother’s remarriage, the day my brother first raised his hand to me……a wedding that was anything but joyful.
Pascal Oker.
My breath caught.
He sometimes looked at me with the eyes of someone observing merchandise—the gaze of someone waiting for the moment to sell long-shelved goods at the highest price.
But where?
Where did he plan to sell me?
The profound alienation and humiliation my past self had felt seemed to press down on my entire body, riding on the waves of mana.
Even as I felt my breath suffocate, I gritted my teeth and met his gaze head-on.
I forced myself to breathe in.
‘It’s a hallucination.’
Why would I have gone to the Magic Tower if I couldn’t overcome this much?
I exhaled slowly with my fists clenched, gradually driving out the ominous mana that had been ravaging my mind. The sharp pain shooting through my thighs from running all day helped me regain focus quickly.
It was true that Mental Magic was affected by the body’s physical state.
Once I broke free from the hallucination, the path before me was straight.
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As expected, the magical beast enclosure was a disaster.
The breath of the beasts pouring out with crushing force against the iron bars reeked of rotting meat and burnt char. Their eyes glittered with crimson frenzy, and every time their massive bodies slammed against the iron gates, the entire cage resonated with a thunderous boom.
Dozens of magical beasts on the verge of rampage, trapped in their individual cages, belching harsh breaths—a vast circular prison of hell.
And in the very center of that inferno, someone stood.
What first caught my eye was the graceful back of a man with long black hair flowing to his waist.
His right hand held a short sword stained with blood—the same weapon that must have been used to strike down the guards collapsed at the entrance.
But my gaze was drawn elsewhere. The orb he held in his left hand was shedding brilliant light.
‘That’s an artifact……!’
The orb was small enough to rest lightly on his palm, perfectly round, gleaming in every imaginable color.
It was a thing of breathtaking, almost grotesque beauty—a sight that seized the eye in an instant.
Did he sense a presence even in this chaos? The man holding the artifact slowly turned to face me.
Pallid skin. A man of refined appearance. He seemed far better suited to holding a book or quill than to the violence of bloodshed and destruction. An elegant……
beautiful face.
The man’s irises were so dark they appeared nearly black.
Like Emil’s.
Seeing the man, Leon stepped forward. Because of the backlighting obscuring his face, I could not read his expression—only the mana enveloping his body trembled with unstable turbulence, giving me a glimpse of his emotional state.
On the verge of explosion.
He was in a vulnerable state now.
I clenched my teeth. There was no time for lengthy deliberation. I immediately seized the opening mechanism mounted at the cage’s entrance—a long lever handle that seemed to cry out, “Pull me.”
“Watch out!”
With a sharp shout, I pulled the lever without hesitation.
To drag the Magical Beasts out of their cages before they went berserk!
They could have rushed toward the man, or fought among themselves and thinned their own numbers.
It didn’t matter how they acted.
As long as this building they called a Cage didn’t fall apart.
The man holding the radiant sphere of light turned his elegant face slowly toward me. The moment my reflection filled his pitch-black eyes, his features contorted grotesquely.
If that could be called a smile, then he was smiling.
“……Irina Otreha.”
A voice layered in strange, warped tones sent a chill crawling down my spine.
“So you finally…….”
I didn’t hear the rest.
Dozens of Magical Beasts on the verge of rampage surged toward the man through the iron gates that swung open in unison.
The man’s pallid face, his short sword, the gleaming, rounded sphere—all vanished beneath the shadows of the beasts’ fangs and claws.
Like paint bleeding beneath rain, his form warped grotesquely and seeped into darkness. Where the beasts’ fangs had touched him, he grew translucent, and only strange purple flower petals scattered in the air.
A hallucination? No.
For a brief moment, all the world’s sound seemed to stop.
And then.
Time began to move again.
The howls of beasts greedy, mindless, and mad with terror.
They tore at the empty space where the man had been, ripped into one another, and turned this place into a living hell. Utter chaos.
Some of them had noticed us.
In the moment a beast turned its head toward us, I began checking my Magic Formula.
“Quiet.”
With a single word from Leon, everything fell silent.
The Magical Beasts cowered like frightened animals, tucking their tails and lowering their bodies. Some of them stumbled backward on trembling legs toward the iron gates from which they’d burst forth.
Leon…….
He looked angry.
A dragon in human form walked slowly toward the center where we stood.
With each step he took, the beasts were driven further into a corner. They whimpered, they moaned, they shook and curled into themselves.
The madness and frenzy from moments before vanished like a lie, replaced by cold, piercing dread.
When Leon finally reached the center where we were, he slowly bent down.
He picked up a single purple flower petal scattered across the ground and seemed to examine it at his leisure before muttering quietly.
“You all need to die.”
With those words, the necks of dozens of Magical Beasts filling Cage 2 snapped simultaneously.
Dodging the rain of acrid, blue beast blood by mere steps, I could only stand there stupidly, watching what was happening unfold before my eyes.
Leon, who had been turning the petal over in his hand, crushed it to dust between his fingers.
Then he turned to me and smiled beautifully.
Not a single drop of blue blood staining him.
“Let’s go home.”

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