The Heroine is My Stepsister, and I'm her Final Boss-Chapter 52: Lara’s Rebellion

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up!"

[ SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT ]

[Your ego is colliding with the Lord of Dreams.]

Lara’s voice cut through the oppressive silence like a blade slicing through flesh. Her rage was no longer just an emotion—it had become a force of nature, raw and untamed. She pushed herself up despite the excruciating pain coursing through her body, her legs trembling beneath her as she forced them to hold her weight. But this time, something changed. Something ’snapped’.

Her form began to shift, growing taller, stronger, older—morphing into what most men could only dream of encountering. A warrior queen clad in light, radiating power that made even Dracula pause for a fraction of a second.

"So much talk about destiny and fate... Let’s talk about you then, a husk of an undead," she spat venomously, her words dripping with disdain. Each syllable struck like a whip against his ancient pride. "An old cunt who can’t embrace anything new, still clinging to your ancient ways."

[ CONGRATULATIONS... REQUIREMENTS HAVE BEEN MET. ]

Her shattered armor fell away, replaced by gleaming white plating that seemed forged from the essence of stars themselves. Shoulder guards, chest plate, leg guards—all pristine, all perfect. Even her sword transformed, its broken edges repairing before their eyes, glowing faintly with the same ferocity burning in her blue irises.

[Lara, Daughter of Destiny. Your Ego Has Been Manifested.]

Every wound on her body healed instantly, fueled by sheer willpower alone. Because within this realm—their shared dreamscape—she was not bound by limits or logic. This was her domain now, her rules. And if the world beneath her feet belonged to her imagination, then so did its king.

"Don’t forget, old man..." she growled, her voice low and deadly, "this is my dream."

She moved faster than sound could capture, closing the distance between them in an instant. Her sword clashed against his daggers, sparks flying like fireworks in the endless night.

Dracula said nothing more. He didn’t need to. It was clear now: the more he fought her, the stronger she became. Adapting to his strikes, learning from his movements, evolving with every passing moment. Within this realm, she wasn’t just fighting him—she was rewriting reality itself.

{{{Your words, they reach deeper than your sword.}}} His tone betrayed none of his thoughts, though his actions spoke volumes. For the first time since their battle began, he took a step back—not out of fear, but calculation. Parrying her attacks effortlessly, yet unable to deny the truth unraveling before him. With each passing second, her blows grew heavier, truer, deadlier.

{{{I guess you are not listening. Or won’t listen. Great! I thought I saw within you what I once was. Thought we were alike.}}} Another step backward, his footing shifting slightly as he adjusted to her newfound strength.

{{{Regretfully... we are alike. And because we are alike, I know you will be stubborn until the end and suffer.}}} His voice carried the weight of centuries, sorrow mingling with resolve. Then, without warning, he leapt high above, putting distance between them.

From his vantage point, he looked down at her, his crimson eyes narrowing ever so slightly. {{{It was a good exercise, really. I thank you for that.}}} His lips curled into a smirk, though it lacked malice. {{{But playtime is over, Dont worry i will be witnessing your reckoning first hand, So then, I will see you... out.}}}

[ 1v1 SKILL HAS BEEN FORCEFULLY DEACTIVATED. ]

{{{It was nice seeing the future messiah of our world.}}} His finger twitched, ready to snap existence itself into oblivion.

"Nooo!" Lara screamed, lunging forward desperately.

Snap!

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Outside the Castle Gates – The third realm

"Noo!!" Lara belted out, her voice cracking under the weight of despair as she snapped awake. Her eyes flew open, wide with shock and fury.

"She’s awake!"

"Really?!"

"Oh thank the gods!! I thought we’d all be hanged..."

"Shut up, all of you!!" Denish roared, cutting through the chatter like a blade. He pulled a healing potion from his satchel, rushing to Lara’s side to help steady her trembling form.

Lara stirred slowly, her body feeling heavier than lead. Back in her real size and human shell, she struggled to piece together what had just happened. Memories flooded back in an instant—Dracula, the dream realm, her desperate fight—and then it hit her like a freight train.

"No!" she cried, shoving Denish away with surprising force for someone so exhausted. Her gaze darted around wildly until it landed on the massive gates of the castle. Without hesitation, she pushed herself toward them, slamming her fists against the unyielding iron.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Let me in, you old fool!!" she screamed, her voice raw and ragged. "Dracula!! Let me in!! We are NOT finished yet!!" She kicked at the door with every ounce of strength left in her legs, but it refused to budge.

Everyone stared in stunned silence. Here was their mighty princess, appearing out of nowhere, shouting names that belonged to childhood tales and legends.

Ale, the adventurer, cautiously approached her, trying to calm her flailing limbs. "Princess, please... calm down. What happened?" freёwebnoѵel.com

The guards stepped forward hesitantly. "Please, Your Highness, tell us what’s going on inside?"

But Lara barely registered their words. With one final punch to the gate, she turned sharply to face her companions. Her blue eyes burned with determination—and something darker, something haunted.

"...You should all go back," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You already know the way. What’s inside isn’t something humanity can face right now."

Confusion rippled through the group. Gon, the berserker, stepped forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over everyone else. "You said Dracula... Is he rea—"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Denish interrupted, rolling his eyes. "He’s just a myth, a story told to scare children—"

"He is REAL!" Lara shouted, cutting him off mid-sentence. Her voice carried the authority of someone who’d faced death itself and lived to tell the tale. "This castle—it’s HIS. Everything you’ve ever heard about him... it’s TRUE. Every nightmare, every whispered legend... it’s ALL true."

Her words hung heavy in the air, silencing even the wind.

"I can’t explain much, and I don’t have time for it either," she continued, turning abruptly to Ale. "Give me the sleeping potion. Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me how. Just give it."

Ale hesitated, glancing between Gon and Denish. None of this made sense. But when Lara barked, "Give it, Ale! That’s an order!" she scrambled to comply, handing over the vial before retreating behind Gon.

Lara snatched the potion, sitting cross-legged by the gate. Leaning back against the cold stone, she fixed her gaze on her companions. "Now GO BACK! This is also an ORDER! If anyone disobeys, I’ll see all your heads on spikes!"

Gon and the others took a collective step backward, unnerved by the ferocity in her voice. Even Denish, usually stoic and unshakable, seemed taken aback. But instead of leaving, he planted himself firmly where he stood, unsheathing his sword and driving it deep into the ground.

"Then, we proceed to that after we reach the kingdom. Until then, I will stay here—at Your Highness’s side," he declared, kneeling before her with unwavering loyalty.

All thr knights looked at each other, nodding to themselves. One by one, they all followed suit. Their swords and spears plunged into the earth in unison, forming a protective circle around their princess. Duty called, and they answered—not out of fear, but because abandoning her would mean abandoning themselves.

Even the archer knelt, bowing low despite his earlier reluctance. Only Ale lingered uncertainly, clutching Gon’s arm as he whispered urgently into her ear.

"NO! You need to stay safe. Not for them or even me. For..." His hand rested gently on her stomach. "..... I wish you’d told me sooner..."

"...I know. I was just scared," Ale murmured, her voice barely audible.

Meanwhile, one of the mages scoffed quietly, seeing them cower before loyalty. As he had also knelt behind his staff while the others prepared to face whatever horrors awaited them. Then, suddenly, the tip of his staff erupted in white-hot flames—a message. A divine transmission from those at the pinnacle of magic. One such sender was Valora, hired by none other than Claire, the infamous Marquise.

"...This better be important, Valora," the mage muttered sourly, reading the glowing runes etched into the air. But as he deciphered the message, his expression shifted from irritation to sheer disbelief.

"Princ... Princess!" he stammered, rising shakily to his feet. All eyes turned to him.

"I received an urgent message from the kingdom. We... we..."

"Speak louder!" Denish commanded, his patience wearing thin.

"...We... No, the EMPIRE... The empire has declared war on the Berkimhum Kingdom..."

The words dropped like stones into a still pond, sending ripples of dread through the assembled group.

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Monsters Guide

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Chapter 4: The Dusk Stalkers

"We are the teeth in the dark. The gods made wolves, then broke the mold—and we are what leaked out."

Origins:

When the Moon-Beast, a primordial predator, was slain by hunters, its spilled blood gave birth to the Dusk Stalkers—half-wolf, half-shadow monstrosities that hunt in the spaces between heartbeats.

Strengths:

Predator’s Grace – They move like liquid, flowing through forests without disturbing a leaf.

Fang of the Void – Their bites inject anti-light, causing wounds that never heal naturally.

Packmind – When near others of their kind, they share thoughts, becoming a hive-minded ambush.

Moonrend – On nights of the blood moon, they can step through reflections.

Weaknesses:

Silver Scourge – Silver disrupts their shadowflesh, making them solid—and vulnerable.

Lightbane – Firelight forces them into a physical form, stripping their supernatural grace.

The Howling Silence – If a Stalker is isolated from its pack for too long, it starts hearing the Moon-Beast’s ghost—a voice that always leads to madness.

Society:

The Endless Hunt – Stalkers don’t sleep; they wait, motionless for years, until prey strays near.

The Blood Trial – To join a pack, you must let one bite you—and survive the hollowing of your shadow.

Legend:

"You never see a Dusk Stalker. You see where it was—and by then, it’s already behind you."

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