Overlord Tamer: All My Pet Monsters Have God Potential-Chapter 176: Minera’s Origin

Minera unavailed her scheme because she didn’t give a damn about the calamity.

With her powers and preparation so far, her survival was guaranteed, and even if everyone else died, she could still ascend to the higher-ranked world, even if she was the only one alive after frenzied monsters rid this world of humans and demons.

After arriving in the Undernight continent, she went completely incognito.

Much like how John had Monster Paradise, Minera had Hell Paradise Realm.

Within that realm, she could keep the souls of the people and monsters she killed, turning them into devils who didn’t have physical form, but only had soul form.

These devils were under her control and could use their soul energy to use their abilities.

Minera’s patrons were Mammon and Belphegor, the Devils of Hellverse.

In the last several days, she had been investigating by sending devils out, tracing Mr. Sirius’ every step, and connecting the dots to figure out everything.

According to the theory she made, this Mr. Sirius was none other than John Wicked.

And the main reason she made this theory after connecting the dots was the name, John Wicked.

...

"Well, he is also from Earth." Minera grinned.

[ How can you be so sure? It’s not like only Earth has humans. There are many cosmoverses with humans. ]

"Well, it’s just my guts that tell me that. In any case, this theory is most likely correct. Now, we have gone incognito, but we still can’t find that bastard, so he must be in the calamity region."

[ You want to go there? ]

"Nope. I shall plant some very useful seeds in the demons." Minera’s eyes glinted. "Let’s wrap that John Wicked up before the calamity arrives. After that, everyone can go to hell."

[ Very well. The chances cannot be said to be at 100%, but we shall try. ]

[ And if we get into trouble instead, make sure to use the prepared escape route. ]

...

Meanwhile, John and others had hunted a lot of King-rank Monsters and even Emperor-rank Monsters.

John had also kind of started a competition between his Monsters, and Alfred was the first one to reach the peak of King-rank.

John had also caused Gene Potential Burst of his monsters in King-rank one time, but none of them awakened talent, though their skills upgraded, and they gained new skills.

So, it was time for a tough challenge for his monsters to increase their Gene Potential more and hone their combat.

[Pet Name]: Cataclysm Dreadking Cerberian — Alfred

[Attributes]: Ruinlaw / Darkblood / Doomfrost.

[Pet Rank]: King

[Pet Growth Stage]: Prime

— Gene Potential: 38/100

— Strength: 500

— Speed: 500

— Defense: 500

— Soul Pond: 2500/2500

[Skills]:

—> Dreadhowl Verdict + Crimson Collapse Bloom

—> Thronepierce Ruinstorm + Tri-Eyed Judgment Beam

—> Frostlaw Coffinbind + Umbral Devour Line

—> Bloodcurse Gallop + Abyssbite Scythes

—> Doomfrost Halo Mantle + Ruinbrand Spiral Eruption

[Quirks]:

—> Darkblood Mastery level 4.

—> Ruin Mastery level 3.

—> Omenfrost Mastery level 4.

[Talents]:

—> Double Team.

The wind howled across a big valley as six King-rank Monsters circled Alfred—each a horror of their own right.

A Stormhide Tyranox, Cindermaw Basilisk, Bonegrasp Drakeling, Umbra-Eyed Hexwolf, Rotvenom Manticore, and a flying Spectral Wyrm.

Alfred’s three heads tilted upward, center calm and regal, the left grinning in bloodthirst, the right locked in death silence.

They struck first.

A blinding roar erupted—Dreadhowl Verdict—shaking the air and compressing the monsters’ souls. The Hexwolf and Manticore staggered, dazed. In the same instant, Alfred’s body shimmered with cascading red sigils before unleashing Crimson Collapse Bloom, a dome of erupting bloodburst flowers that detonated beneath the Cindermaw’s feet, blowing its legs apart.

The Tyranox lunged, tail sweeping like thunder, but Alfred met it head-on. Thronepierce Ruinstorm activated—crimson-black spears formed mid-air, raining like divine punishment. Every impact on the Tyranox ripped pieces of armor off. Simultaneously, his three heads opened wide—Tri-Eyed Judgment Beam—unleashing overlapping beams of doomfrost, ruin, and law, vaporizing the Hexwolf before it could recover.

Bonegrasp Drakeling coiled around Alfred’s middle neck, fangs sinking in, but the middle head grunted and grinned.

Frostlaw Coffinbind.

In a flash, the Drakeling was encased in a lattice of freezing chains, its joints stiffening, its wings falling off in rigid chunks.

Alfred’s tails uncoiled like snakes—Umbral Devour Line—striking the Spectral Wyrm mid-flight. Shadow tendrils exploded from its body, sucking soul energy out of it and tethering it to the ground. It screamed.

The Manticore, barely recovering, launched venom javelins, but Alfred’s hooves shattered the ground, and he charged—Bloodcurse Gallop—a death-laced sprint that left ghost trails behind him. As he closed in, his claws grew into abyssal blades—Abyssbite Scythes. One swipe removed the Manticore’s wings. Another split it in half.

Up above, the Spectral Wyrm tried to escape.

Alfred exhaled. His body was wrapped in a flickering cocoon of frost and dread sigils—Doomfrost Halo Mantle. It twisted the surrounding space, slowed enemy perception, and burned everything nearby in bone-chilling frost. He stomped, summoning Ruinbrand Spiral Eruption, a chain of explosive runes that carved upward in a helix—impaling the fleeing Wyrm mid-air. It screamed once and turned to ash.

Five seconds passed.

The valley was quiet, except for the heavy breathing of the injured Tyranox.

Then Alfred’s body pulsed. Double Team activated.

Two copies tore themselves out of Alfred’s flanks, identical, snorting steam. The Tyranox froze in horror as three Cerberians circled it. The clones roared and rushed in from left and right while Alfred walked straight. A coordinated strike—three heads, six jaws, all biting down at once—shattered its core in a single synchronized snap.

But the silence didn’t last long.

The Emperor-rank Monster descended—Oblivion Crowned Tarrasq, plated in dimension-warping armor, its eyes glowing with ruin.

The clones lunged without hesitation. The Tarrasq bellowed, vaporizing one clone instantly. But Alfred appeared beneath it, breathing frost into the earth—Frostlaw Coffinbind, freezing its limbs.

He leapt, claws glowing with runes, tail swiping to launch Tri-Eyed Judgment Beam at point-blank range. It struck true. Its upper torso was dented.

Then came the real weapon.

Alfred growled low and burst forth all his stored energy—Ruinbrand Spiral Eruption—this time enhanced with the residual sigils from his dead clone. The runes formed a spiral black hole at the Tarrasq’s chest, devouring its defenses.

As it roared in rage, its claw slashed across Alfred’s middle head.

The head exploded.

But Deathless Trinity activated—flesh and bone swirling as the head regenerated within seconds.

The Tarrasq stared, bewildered.

The remaining clone appeared behind it, using Bloodcurse Gallop, and tackled it into the air.

Alfred leapt after, all three heads glowing again, and with one last combination of Abyssbite Scythes and Dreadhowl Verdict, he tore through its neck, collapsing its core in a wash of blood, frost, and silence.

When he landed, the clone faded. His three heads turned up in sync, howling in victory.

The battle was over.

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