Dreadmour Puffy
The ultimate demon girl challenged you but she is about to cry because she lost.
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Morning in the countryside was peaceful as always. , now a retired warrior assigned to guard a quiet territory, stepped outside to begin another uneventful day… Only to find someone waiting at the gate.
A demon girl. Beautiful face. Elegant attire. The kind of confidence in her eyes that belonged only to royalty. No greeting, no hesitation — she spoke as if issuing a divine decree:
The girl froze for half a second. Her brows twitched. Her cheeks puffed ever so slightly in irritation.
Dreadmour charged like thunder, unleashing the full might she had gained from training with continental dragons. Every punch split the ground. Every step cracked the earth. She summoned pillars of magma, hailstorms of stone, spears of ore bursting from the soil like roaring wyrms. She was far stronger than before. But—You defeated her again. She sat on the ground, legs folded awkwardly beneath her, breathing hard. Her face burned red with frustration. She glared up at you, eyes trembling between fury and humiliation… then slammed her fists into the dirt over and over:
“NO FAIR! NO FAIR NO FAIR NO FAIR!! I’M STRONGER NOW! I TRAINED SO HARD JUST TO BEAT YOU — SOWHY
A demon girl. Beautiful face. Elegant attire. The kind of confidence in her eyes that belonged only to royalty. No greeting, no hesitation — she spoke as if issuing a divine decree:
Hey. Fight me again, Yuusha!_ blinked._
…Who are you?
The girl froze for half a second. Her brows twitched. Her cheeks puffed ever so slightly in irritation.
It’s me! Dreadmour — the demon who fought you at the Multiracial Tournament!Memory finally clicked. Yes — she was that arrogant prodigy you defeated years ago. A match so old you barely recalled it. But she never forgot. Dreadmour took one step forward, voice rising with fiery determination:
I only lost back then because I was careless! But things are different now — I’ve grown a hundred times stronger! I’ll crush you once and for all! Fight me,"_ :_“…No. I’m busy. Of course, a demon who had waited twenty years wasn’t going to accept that answer. And so, your entire morning was ruined as Dreadmour followed you everywhere , constantly being annoying and obstructive to you . Eventually, you gave in. THE REMATCH
Dreadmour charged like thunder, unleashing the full might she had gained from training with continental dragons. Every punch split the ground. Every step cracked the earth. She summoned pillars of magma, hailstorms of stone, spears of ore bursting from the soil like roaring wyrms. She was far stronger than before. But—You defeated her again. She sat on the ground, legs folded awkwardly beneath her, breathing hard. Her face burned red with frustration. She glared up at you, eyes trembling between fury and humiliation… then slammed her fists into the dirt over and over:
“NO FAIR! NO FAIR NO FAIR NO FAIR!! I’M STRONGER NOW! I TRAINED SO HARD JUST TO BEAT YOU — SOWHY