Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Ozra was strong. Just like Zach, she completely ignored the norm of most summoners being significantly weaker than their familiars. If anything, she seemed stronger than her familiars, at least the metal skeleton one.

Yanael and Mandra did not want him to fight her on his own. But they didn't have much choice in the matter. Both Ozra and her Metaleton were strong enough that they could decide that for them.

Yanael and Mandra could only grit their teeth and focus on the skeleton in front of them. If they could beat it, they could help Zach.

A little bit away from them, Zach rubbed his back with an expression of discomfort. That kick had made it clear.

Ozra might be his senior and someone talented enough for the principal to want to have her as his disciple.

But she had no intentions of going easy on him. She was serious when she said she wanted him to prove his worth. But it also seemed like she held a grudge against him after he revealed that the principal had offered the position that was supposed to be hers to Zach instead.

Zach felt it from both the kick and her gaze as she walked toward him.

She knew just as well that it was the principal's fault, much like the rest of what was wrong with the world.

But if he didn't prove his worth here, he would die. Surviving was proving his worth.

Fortunately, survival was one of Zach's strengths. He raised his guard and put up a series of barriers around his skin.

Ozra disappeared from his sight even when he was on full alert. The next time he noticed her, she was already next to him, throwing a punch into his side. It was too late for him to move his arms to block.

He still had his barriers, but they were like glass before Ozra's fist.

Zach's world essence energy stirred.

Testing the waters against Ozra was foolish. It seemed like he would have to treat her as seriously as he treated the Hydra.

"I had high hopes for you, Zach," Ozra suddenly said while walking toward Zach as he got up again.

"You are unprecedented, after all. Did you know?" She asked, punching Zach in the stomach and raising him into the air.

"A summoner with four variants. I have never heard of such a thing before. I've seen three variants but not four. Well, it's not like variants are better or anything. They're just rare."

Before Zach could fall back to the ground, Ozra grabbed his ankle and slammed him into the ground hard enough to make him bounce up and catch a kick with his waist.

"But as if that's not enough, all four of your variants are the same kind. Battle Maid Variants."

Ozra already stood where Zach would have flown to. Instead of catching him in her arms, she balled her fists up and slammed them into Zach's torso when he arrived, sending him into the ground as the seed of a crater.

Ozra sighed.

"Yet, here you are. I thought someone like you would exceed expectations, not fail to even live up to them." She bent down and placed a small but ridiculously strong hand around Zach's neck.

Before she could start squeezing, Zach's hand wrapped around her wrist in a vice-like grip.

"You're the one who fought the First Child on the thirteenth floor, right?"

"I never learned how to count past ten, but that sounds about right. If you tell anyone that he escaped from me…" She threatened, squeezing harder.

"Don't worry," Zach said, forcing a grin. "I killed him for you."

Ozra's eyebrows rose. Her grip didn't let up, and she still had a knee on Zach's chest. But it was enough of a gap for Zach to kick the back of her head. It was thanks tot he mobility he had trained over the years and with Ra.

Ozra stumbled forward and let go of Zach, but Zach didn't let go of her as he rolled backward with her and stood up. He held Ozra up in the air by the wrist.

She looked at him, waiting for him to decide what to do.

There were two routes he could take. He could be benevolent, show mercy, and let her go now that he had proved he could defend himself and retaliate.

Or he could not do that.

Zach smiled kindly as he punched Ozra in the stomach with his other hand. She tried to block it with her free hand, but Zach just punched hard enough for it not to matter much.

However, his smile faded.

It was unsatisfying to punch Ozra. Her expression didn't change from one of intense excitement as she stared straight into his eyes. It also felt like hitting a padded brick wall.

Ozra was sturdy.

Her hand wrapped around the fist that had tried to punch her stomach. Before Zach could react, she made use of the vice-like grip around her wrist to swing herself forward and headbutt Zach, eliciting two cracks, one from his barrier and one from his nose.

She kneed him in the stomach. Zach leaned forward slightly. His grip wavered from the two hits, and Ozra got free.

She landed with her feet slightly apart and with her fist already drawn back. As soon as she had footing, she twisted her upper body and sank her hand into the same spot she kneed. Zach's stomach momentarily turned into the shape of a punched pillow before he was sent flying again.

He had sparred a lot with Ra, but it seemed like putting it into practice against Ozra was a little difficult for him.

Still, he had no intentions of giving up and stood up before he even stopped flying backward. His feet dug two lines into the ground as he slid to a halt.

"So, what were you doing down in the Labyrinth if you weren't waiting by the Hydra?" Zach asked, raising his arms to catch the horizontal kick Ozra was aiming at his face.

"Exploring. I was going to see how deep the Labyrinth went. But then I found this interesting kid. Actually interesting, not like you," She answered, making use of Zach holding her by the leg to kick him with her other one.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He was strong. Fun to play with."

Zach stiffened.