Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

Just by looking at Leslie from afar, it felt as if she had become the very center of the plane—everything else around her faded into insignificance.

Leslie had succeeded.

Countless gods were stunned. Even the God of Light and the other beings who had tried to stop her couldn't help but swallow hard.

The Sovereign they had spent their entire lives trying to destroy…

had been reborn.

They had failed.

"Mommy!"

At that moment, Little Leslie's voice broke the silence.

Like a fluttering butterfly, she threw herself toward Leslie without hesitation.

"Not good!"

Madelyn and the others snapped to attention, hearts sinking in dread.

After becoming a Sovereign, one lost memories, lost all emotions—Little Leslie running into Leslie's arms could mean certain death!

But Little Leslie moved too fast. Under the crushing pressure from Leslie's aura, they couldn't even react in time. All they could do was release all their energy in an attempt to divert Leslie's attention.

Yet Leslie remained unmoved, her cold eyes fixed on the little girl.

"Mommy… I finally get to see you again!"

Little Leslie clung tightly to Leslie's leg, her bright eyes brimming with tears as she looked up at her mother.

Leslie lowered her gaze. In that moment, it was as if endless years flickered within her eyes. Then—her frosty expression softened into a gentle smile.

"Little Leslie, sweet girl… from now on, let's always be together. Okay?"

The crowd around them stared in shock.

Becoming a Sovereign meant losing all memory. All feeling.

So what was going on?

Had she not truly become a Sovereign?

No—that couldn't be. The overwhelming aura surging from her body clearly surpassed any non-Sovereign being!

"Where's Owen? Why isn't your father here?"

Leslie glanced around and suddenly asked.

Little Leslie quickly replied, "Daddy went to fight the bad guys. Just now…"

She briefly recounted what had happened.

When she mentioned the God of Light and others attacking Owen, Leslie's gaze instantly turned cold.

The Primordial Gods who had struck Owen suddenly felt like they had plunged into an icy abyss. The bone-chilling cold nearly robbed them of all movement.

Thud! Thud!

In the next instant, under Leslie's gaze, the Will of All Beings shielding the gods crumbled like paper. A wind that tore through space slammed into their chests, sending all those who had attacked Owen flying and coughing blood!

The God of Light looked on in sheer terror.

That was the Will of All Beings!

It was already useless against Owen—but now, even before Leslie, it was utterly powerless!

This combination—this husband and wife—was far too terrifying!

And yet… the fact that Leslie hadn't lost her emotions, hadn't forgotten Owen or Little Leslie…

That made him genuinely relieved.

She remembered. She still cared.

This meant she wouldn't become a cruel Sovereign.

After teaching the Primordial Gods a harsh lesson, Leslie turned to Little Leslie and smiled:

"Be good and wait here for Mommy. I'll go bring Daddy back. From now on, the three of us will always be together, okay?"

Little Leslie nodded quickly. "You have to promise! Pinky swear!"

"Pinky swear," Leslie said with a smile. Then her body turned into a streak of light, shooting into the sky.

"Mommy—bring Daddy back!"

Little Leslie called out, her voice full of hope as she watched Leslie vanish.

…

In the pitch-black starry void, two ripples shimmered like waves on still water.

Two massive figures appeared, each seated upon a throne.

The figure on the left wore deep-black armor, his body wreathed in frost—wherever he passed, all things froze.

The figure on the right was a golden skeleton, surrounded by countless strange visions. Multitudes of beings knelt before him in prayer, offering worship.

Though their auras were completely different, both were Sovereigns—

colossal as stars, enthroned in radiant brilliance, with all other lifeforms groveling at their feet, fates hanging on their whim.

But as they surged into the void…

They suddenly noticed a lone figure ahead.

A man with a sword.

Compared to them, this figure was tiny—like dust.

But from this small frame, they sensed a familiar force.

"Interesting. He's not a Sovereign, yet he severed our locked coordinates. What a rare specimen."

"How long has it been since we found a new plane? One surprise after another. We've come to the right place."

Just as their voices echoed through space—

Owen charged straight at them, sword in hand!

Slaying God!

From the very first strike, he unleashed his most powerful move.

If he wanted to stop these two ravenous Sovereigns from preying on his world, there was only one way—

Overwhelming strength.

No words. No negotiations.

The Sovereigns were initially dismissive—but when Owen's sword light lit up the cosmos, a flicker of alarm rippled through them.

That sword strike…

could injure them.

And they couldn't avoid it.

It was the first time they had ever faced such a threat.

Their expressions turned serious.

"To meet such a formidable creature the moment we arrive—this plane must be something special."

"The stronger the prey, the more delicious the feast."

Though slightly wary, their excitement only grew.

BOOM!

In the next moment, countless strands of [Order] burst from their thrones like a tidal wave. Runes of [Order] gathered like drops of water, forming a flood of unstoppable power.

Owen's golden-red sword light collided with the flood head-on. The two forces intertwined, devouring and clashing with each other.

Neither side gave ground.

The constant explosions of sword and magic caused ripples that spread across reality.

The heavens dimmed. The galaxies faded.

After a brief exchange, both Sovereigns stared at Owen in shock.

They were Sovereigns. Even crossing the River of Time—weakened as they were—should've left him no chance of resistance.

And yet…

He held his ground.

If it had been only one of them facing him—

they might have actually lost.

"What a monster…"

"How long has it been since we saw such a talented lifeform? Not a Sovereign, and yet capable of fighting us. A specimen worth studying."

"Let's take him down together. Can't let this get out of hand."

They exchanged a glance and unleashed a stronger wave of [Order], instantly sending Owen flying.

"With your level and power, resisting us is already a miracle. And yet you dare harbor killing intent? You lack respect!"

The golden skeletal Sovereign's voice was cold and merciless.

Owen instantly felt an even heavier pressure bearing down on him.

And then—they both prepared to strike.

But just then, they sensed something. Their eyes turned to the space before Owen.

At first, it was empty.

Then—cold wind howled.

A stunning figure emerged from the chill.

Leslie.

Owen had sensed the frost and dared to hope. When he saw her with his own eyes—he froze completely.

The stars vanished.

The Sovereigns vanished.

All that remained was the woman he had yearned for day and night.

Leslie looked back at him.

Their eyes met—full of love, depth, and silent understanding.

The Sovereigns twitched.

Were these two seriously flirting… on a battlefield like this?

Did they forget this was a life-and-death fight?!

Watching the pair ignore them entirely made the Sovereigns tremble with rage. Their auras grew so violent that even space itself began to shake and fold.

"One for each of us," Owen said with a smile to Leslie.

From the way she looked at him, he knew—Leslie hadn't lost her memories. Hadn't lost her emotions. She might be stronger now, but she was still his Leslie.

Leslie nodded. "Okay."

Without another word, the two of them—one left, one right—charged at the two Sovereigns!

BOOM!

Endless terrifying phenomena erupted in the stars. Even from far away, God of Light and the others could see it clearly. The battle's shockwaves made their hearts pound wildly.

Everyone prayed.

Prayed that, like before, Owen and Leslie would overcome the impossible and work a new miracle.

They had done it before.

They would do it again.

The epic clash lasted who knew how long.

Then—Madelyn, Princess Marry, Rachel, and the others saw it.

The once-black starry sky suddenly erupted like a molten furnace, bursting with blinding crimson light!

That light consumed everything—

even their senses.

Everyone's heart clenched.

Even the aftershock had shaken the realm, cracked mountains, collapsed rivers…

What would the center of the battle look like?

But their anxiety didn't last long.

Because out of that brilliant storm—hand in hand—Owen and Leslie walked forward.

They stood like gods above the world.

Unharmed.

A wave of cheers exploded across the heavens.

Voices of joy echoed endlessly through the stars!

As Owen and Leslie smiled at one another, they walked over to Little Leslie.

"Daddy, Mommy, let's never be apart again!"

Little Leslie threw her arms around them both.

"Okay,"

they said together.

"From now on, we'll never be apart."