Secret Magical Lovers: Yandere Isekai Novel

Run...

He had to run.

He had to...

Ezakiel grabbed the car door and yanked it open. His hands were shaking, his breath uneven. Panic clouded his mind, making his movements unsteady. As he rushed to step out, his foot slipped against the car's edge. His ankle twisted at an awkward angle, and before he could catch himself, he crashed onto the hard asphalt.

Damn it!

A sharp, searing pain shot through his ankle, making him clench his teeth. He tried to push himself up, but the moment he put weight on his foot, agony surged through his leg. His ankle wasn't just sprained—it was broken.

Out of all times, why now?!

Frustration flared in his chest. In a burst of anger, he slammed his hand against the rough road—only to feel a sharp sting as the jagged gravel dug into his skin, scraping it raw. Blood dripped from his palm, staining the ground beneath him.

He gritted his teeth, his face twisted in pain.

Still, he forced himself to move. His legs trembled, his injured ankle screaming in protest, but he managed to stand. Just as he steadied himself, a sharp sound echoed through the air—

The sound of glass cracking.

His body tensed. He knew exactly where that sound was coming from.

Slowly, he turned his head toward the fractured space. The cracks had spread wider, stretching across the air like shattered glass. And then, in an instant—

It broke.

The fragments of distorted space shattered, scattering like broken glass before dissolving into nothingness. A surge of dark energy burst out, expanding in all directions like a shockwave, covering everything within a hundred-meter radius. The air itself trembled as shadows pulsed outward, twisting the night around them.

Then, as quickly as it came, the wave of darkness faded. The world returned to normal.

But it had already arrived.

Ezakiel swallowed hard, his throat dry.

The thing that emerged from the rift was massive—easily three times his size. Its body was covered in writhing, black flesh, shifting and pulsing like something alive. Tentacle-like appendages wrapped tightly around its frame, forming an unnatural, shifting armor. Jagged bones jutted out from its shoulders, sharp and uneven, like twisted, malformed spikes.

Its head was just as grotesque—an elongated mass covered in the same writhing tendrils. In the center of its head, a single massive eye glowed with a deep, unnatural red, staring straight at him. Beneath the eye, a long, twisted mouth stretched across its face, lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth.

It didn't move.

It just stood there, watching him.

That's...!

Ezakiel's breath caught in his throat as his mind instantly recognized the creature standing before him.

A Tentacula Deformia Unoculus—an Engage Level Monster.

Monsters in this world were divided into six tiers: God, Dragon, Demon, Warlord, Berserk, and Engage. Each tier was further split into high, mid, and low ranks, determining the monster's overall power and threat level.

The Tentacula Deformia Unoculus belonged to the lowest tier of the Engage Level Monsters—the weakest category. Among the countless monsters in this tier, there were thousands like it. Their power was equivalent to a small building, making them some of the most frequently encountered creatures during monster attacks.

These monsters weren't designed to be individually dangerous. They were nothing more than cannon fodder—disposable front-line attackers, sent ahead to weaken defenses before stronger beings arrived.

They rarely attacked alone. Instead, they moved in packs, relying on their numbers to overwhelm their targets. Alone, they weren't much of a threat—to those with the strength to fight back.

But Ezakiel wasn't one of those people.

He had no powers, no weapons, and no way to defend himself. Against this monster, he wasn't just at a disadvantage—he was helpless.

To him, this creature was death itself.

One swing of its tentacle-covered arm, and he'd be dead.

What can I even do now?! If I don't move—if I don't do something—I'm going to die!

His thoughts raced, panic clawing at his mind. His body tensed, instinct screaming at him to run, but before he could even take a step—

The monster moved.

A dark, slimy tendril shot out from its body, wrapping around his throat in an instant.

Ezakiel's eyes widened as he felt the cold, rubbery appendage tighten around his neck, squeezing with terrifying force. His airways collapsed, cutting off his breath in an instant. He gasped, his hands immediately clawing at the slick, pulsing tentacle, but it was useless. His fingers slid off the monster's flesh, unable to pry it away.

Then—he was lifted off the ground.

His feet dangled helplessly as the creature raised him higher, holding him like a broken doll. His chest burned, his vision blurred, and a horrible pressure built in his head as his lungs screamed for air.

He struggled, kicking wildly, his body twisting in sheer desperation, but the monster's grip only tightened.

Ezakiel's limbs grew weaker. His fingers trembled. His mind spun in dizzying circles.

The world around him blurred, darkness creeping in at the edges of his vision. His lungs burned, screaming for air, but the monster's tentacle grip around his throat only tightened.

He could feel it—his life slipping away.

And in that desperate moment, he did something he never thought he would.

It was a long shot, a one-in-a-thousand chance, but it was all he had.

With the last bit of strength left in his fading body, he lunged forward and bit down—hard.

His teeth pierced the monster's flesh, sinking into its slimy, rubbery skin. A putrid, bitter taste filled his mouth, making him gag, but he didn't let go. He clenched his jaw tighter, desperate to make it hurt.

The monster screamed, its high-pitched wail tearing through the night. Its grip loosened—just for a second—before it violently flung him away.

Ezakiel's body soared through the air, weightless for a brief moment before crashing into a nearby tree.

A sickening crack echoed through the forest.

Pain exploded through his body as his spine twisted unnaturally upon impact. The sheer force of the hit sent a shockwave through his bones, a searing pain shooting up from his lower back. He barely had time to process the agony before he collapsed to the ground, his body crumpling like a broken doll.

His vision blurred completely, blood spilling from his mouth in thick, crimson streaks.

And then—everything went dark.

Ezakiel was dead.

....

The Tentacula Deformia Unoculus stared at the lifeless body of the human it had just killed, its single, unblinking eye fixed on the broken form lying against the tree.

It stood there for a moment, silent and still, its tentacles twitching slightly.

It had to admit—this human had been unexpectedly reckless. It hadn't anticipated being bitten.

A foolish, desperate act—but still, an act of defiance.

Not that it mattered. The outcome was the same. The human was dead, just like the other one in the car. And in the end, it was nothing more than an ordinary mortal. Not a Blessed One, not a Magical Girl, not a warrior. Just a fragile human, one that had no place resisting a being like itself.

Now, it was time to feast.

That was the reason it had come here—to devour human flesh. It had been warned against coming alone, but it didn't care. The others had been cowards, refusing to leave the safety of their realm unless a stronger monster led them. They feared dying in the human world, saying they would only go if they were under the protection of a superior being.

Fools.

It had tried to make them see reason. If they came under the command of a stronger monster, they would only get the leftovers. Scraps.

But they had refused. They said they would rather eat scraps and live than risk coming here alone.

How utterly ridiculous.

And so, in the end, it had come alone. But that was fine. It would feast on these humans by itself. And when it returned, it would show its brethren what they had missed.

It would consume the flesh of these humans right in front of them, proving that if only they had followed, they too could have had a full human to devour.

Their cowardice had cost them a meal.

And now, this feast belonged to it alone.

The monster slowly raised its tentacle-covered hand, reaching for the lifeless human still inside the strange metal object humans called a car.

With little effort, it pulled the corpse out through the shattered front window—the very hole it had created earlier when it launched a bone spear to ensure its prey wouldn't escape.

It had been a necessary precaution. If either of the humans had reached the Outer Zone, they would have survived, since attacks in that area weren't real. But by killing them within the Close Proximity Zone, their deaths were permanent.

There would be no escape, no revival.

The first body was now secured in its grasp.

Now, it just needed to collect the second one and leave this mortal plane before any Magical Girls arrived.

But just as it reached out to grab the other human…

Something happened.