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

Chapter 446: Chapter442-Fighting for Glory



Another sturdy, bronze-skinned cowherd boy handed Rachel a dark, ancient jade talisman.

"Sister, don't take the bedwetter's stuff. I have a pill here-it'll make you stronger and healthier."

More robust boys crowded around, surrounding Rachel like stars around the moon.

Looking at these innocent children and their candid words, Rachel felt a warmth well up in her heart.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"You little rascals, they're honored guests!" A smiling parent walked over, greeting Owen and Rachel warmly.

"We just finished building rooms for Raina and the others. We have extra materials-tell us what kind of house you like, and we'll build it for you in no time!"

"Behave yourselves, little ones, and there'll be roasted meat for dinner tonight!"

The mention of roasted meat sent the rowdy children into a frenzy of cheers and excitement.

Owen watched this heartwarming scene, feeling a rare sense of relaxation from his otherwise tense state of mind.

This simple yet warm atmosphere resonated with Owen, a stark contrast to the scheming and calculating life he was used to, which often left him exhausted.

However, it wasn't long before Owen noticed something amiss in this seemingly idyllic setting.

"Chief, have you never thought about leaving this place?"

At Owen's words, the lively atmosphere in the village quieted. The smiles on people's faces faded, and a heavy silence settled over the crowd.

The Chief sighed deeply and said, "It's not that we don't want to leave-it's that we can't." Owen paused, suddenly understanding why The Celestial had sealed The Alps' descendants here. It was to keep them permanently confined, unable to escape.

Otherwise, with their immense power, how could they live such primitive lives here?

"Is it because of The Celestial's curse?" Rachel suddenly asked, as though sensing something.

Though her strength wasn't on par with Owen's, she instinctively felt a stifling aura of decay emanating from the villagers-a lingering shadow of The Celestial's curse.

The Chief nodded. "Though we don't know the current state of The Celestial, the suppression on us has never relented."

He didn't dwell on the subject but turned his gaze to Owen and Rachel, marveling, "To think that after all this time, someone as talented as you has appeared. Perhaps one day, we'll have a chance to leave."

Owen noticed the Chief's lack of enthusiasm about escaping, and his expression grew serious. Clearly, the villagers had tried countless methods to leave but to no avail. Something more sinister must be at play.

Raina and the others explained, "We tried to leave when we first arrived, but no matter what we did, we couldn't find a way out. It's like this place is a constantly shifting illusion- wherever we go, we always end up back here."

They had explored many avenues upon their arrival, only to meet with repeated failure.

Hearing this, Owen's heart skipped a beat as the sound of the system's voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Congratulations, Host, on triggering a hidden mission!"

Mission: Rebuild The Alps and destroy the Dark Temple!

Reward: 10 million Fate Points and one Super Lottery Draw!

Seeing the system's rewards, Owen felt a surge of excitement. Both the Fate Points and the lottery draw were exactly what he desperately needed. Moreover, based on the system's clues, breaking the Dark Temple would allow him to leave this place.

While Owen pondered the system's prompt, Rachel's eyes betrayed a glimmer of despair. She realized that neither her strength nor Owen's could compare to the Chief and other powerful beings here, who had all failed to escape.

The villagers noticed Rachel's reaction but weren't surprised. Many of them had arrived full of hope and determination to leave, only to have their confidence and dignity ground into the dirt by repeated failures.

Rachel's despair reminded them of their own past selves, eliciting quiet sighs from the crowd. "Perhaps we can leave this place!" Owen suddenly spoke, breaking the oppressive silence.

All eyes turned to Owen, filled with shock and curiosity. They couldn't understand where his confidence came from.

Raina and the others, however, who knew Owen well, seemed to see a glimmer of hope. Their eyes locked onto him with unwavering faith.

They had seen Owen's unparalleled talent and terrifying combat power firsthand. Though they didn't know his current strength, they had every reason to trust him.

Under their watchful gazes, Owen looked at the Chief and said firmly, "Back in the day, The Alps submitted to no one-not even The Celestial."

The Chief and the others felt a faint spark of hope ignite in their hearts.

"Is it true? Can we really leave this place and fight back against The Celestial?"

Many of the adult men stared at Owen in disbelief. They had dreamed of escape but had failed

so many times that fear of The Celestial had seeped into their souls like an unbreakable

shackle.

But Owen's words were like a spark, reigniting the fire within them.

"Everyone, this time, please trust me!" Owen's gaze was resolute.

He knew that according to The Alps' legacy, whoever could lead them out of The Celestial's seal and back to the planes would automatically become the new mountain lord of The Alps.

To confront The Celestial, he needed these people's strength. Naturally, he had to win them

over.

Seeing Owen's unwavering determination, the villagers turned their attention to the Chief. No matter how much hope they placed in Owen, decisions of this magnitude-decisions that would shape their fate-could only be made by the Chief.

The Chief scrutinized Owen carefully. Though he didn't know him well, Owen gave off an entirely different aura than anyone who had come here before.

Not only was Owen powerful, but he also exuded an indescribable air of leadership. Additionally, Raina and the others' reactions surprised him. When they first learned they couldn't leave, they had fallen into despair. But now, after Owen's words, their eyes were

filled with hope.

This convinced the Chief that their faith in Owen was genuine.

Finally, the Chief stepped forward, bowed deeply to Owen, and said solemnly, "Young Master Owen, we entrust this to you. We will do everything in our power to assist you. If you can lead us out of here, we will honor you as the new mountain lord!"

The others followed suit, bowing deeply to Owen.

They all knew The Alps' legacy: whoever could rebuild the mountain and lead them to freedom would be their rightful lord. But until now, no one had succeeded.

With the Chief's approval, Owen felt a slight relief. It seemed their spirit had not been

extinguished.

These people still carried the will to resist The Celestial. With their strength, once they

escaped, they would become an unstoppable force across the planes.

Owen stepped forward to help the elder up and said earnestly, "Chief, for the glory of The Alps,

I will lead you out of here!"

Owen's words carried a strange power, reverberating through the void and lifting the

oppressive gloom from everyone's hearts.

Soon, someone began to chant, and countless voices filled with fervor echoed across the land.

"For the glory of The Alps!"

"This time, we will not fail!"