Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 106: Alive(1)

Fiona stood there, still staring at Steve.

Her legs were trembling, her thoughts a storm of disbelief, confusion, and awe. She blinked a few times, as if doing so would shake away the bizarre feeling that still lingered in the air.

’...That overwhelming surge of magic—what was that?’

’What the hell...? Her breath hitched slightly. What was that amazing aura I just felt? Was that... was that him?’

She had never truly felt Steve’s magic presence before. He wasn’t exactly the type to flaunt it. But what she had just sensed—it wasn’t ordinary. It had been enough to send shivers through her entire body.

’Was that his magic aura? Is he the one that controlled the beast?....or Is he the reason it took its own life?’ The thought itself was terrifying.

’Could a creature so violent... have been so afraid of him that it would rather die than face him?’

Her mind couldn’t settle. And yet—she had seen it with her own eyes. The beast had paused. Just for a moment. It had turned to Steve. Looked at him. And then... it ended its own life.

Fiona swallowed hard.

She stood there awkwardly, her mouth slightly parted, unable to form words. Then Steve’s voice broke the silence.

"Come on." he said quietly.

Just that. No questions. No explanations. Just an urgent pull back to reality.

She blinked, finally snapping out of it. Fiona stretched out her hand and reached for his. Steve didn’t hesitate. He gripped it and helped her up. Without a word more, they turned—and began to run.

Back into the forest.

***

Their legs carried them through tangled roots and the underbrush of the woods. Behind them, chaos still lingered near the town. The scent of blood, smoke, and death lingered in the air, even from here.

Not everyone had followed.

Some magic guards still knelt back at the grassland, mourning their friends and family—dead or dying. But others had risen, following Steve and Fiona’s lead, bursting into the forest in desperate flight.

They didn’t run in perfect lines or tight formations. There was no strategy here. No cohesion. Just panic and fear.

And the only goal?

Escape.

In their fear, many of them scattered. Some veered left. Others vanished into the trees. Steve didn’t even try to call out. There was no time. No point. He and Fiona just kept running.

The trees grew dense around them, a blur of brown and green. Their footsteps were frantic, hearts hammering in their chests, lungs burning. But at least here—this part of the forest—they knew. Familiar terrain. They knew this region of Mirrors like the back of their hands. That familiarity kept them going. It gave them direction when their minds were too rattled to think.

Steve’s thoughts, however, weren’t on the forest. They were far, far away.

’Why the hell is any of this happening?’ he thought bitterly, biting back a snarl as they leapt over a fallen log.

’This was supposed to be my reunion with Maggie... not this. Not monsters.’

He cursed inwardly.

’I had imagined adventure for my harem story...Maybe even danger. But not this. Not... slaughter. This is just...wrong.’

He didn’t stop moving. But his mind wouldn’t let go of the spiraling questions.

Eventually, they reached a small clearing—trees still present but more spaced out. Some had been felled unnaturally, snapped like twigs, clearly not by the weather. Still, they didn’t mind as the exhaustion burned within them.

Steve stumbled slightly and leaned against one of the fallen trunks, catching his breath.

They’d run far. Maybe far enough.

The thunderous steps of the goblins had faded. The woods had grown quiet—eerily quiet.

For now... it seemed they were safe.

Steve panted heavily, his shoulders rising and falling. Sweat clung to his brow. The wind whistled softly through the leaves above. His chest heaved with each inhale, muscles tight with exhaustion.

He glanced behind him.

Fiona had made it. So had another girl—another magic guard. One he didn’t recognize. She was panting too, hands on her knees, hair sticking to her face.

Normally, being surrounded by two attractive busty women might’ve sparked some pervy thought or two in his previous days. But not now. Not in this situation. Survival overruled everything.

They were alive. That was enough.

The other magic girl lifted her head first, her voice quiet and breathless.

"I... I think we lost them."

Steve straightened himself. He nodded grimly.

"Yeah. For now."

He looked into the trees. No sign of pursuit. But that didn’t mean they were safe.

"The others... they got separated." he continued.

"We need to find a way back together. But first, we need to identify exactly what we’re up against."

"Those goblins..." he added, narrowing his eyes.

The other guard spoke up, shaking her head.

"I don’t think they’re just normal goblins."

Steve’s gaze sharpened.

"What do you mean?"

She gestured vaguely behind them.

"They don’t act like the ones we were taught about. Goblins don’t usually move like that. They don’t hide their magic signatures that well. Hell, they usually don’t even have that much magic to hide. But these ones... they were organized."

Fiona finally spoke, her voice low but steady.

"She’s right."

Steve turned to her.

"Based on their attacks." she said.

"they fight like standard goblins—mostly blunt force, physical strikes. But their magic... the presence is off. If we can just learn how to predict that part..."

She trailed off. Her voice caught slightly.

"...then maybe we can actually stand a chance."

The other guard nodded.

"Yeah. But for now... our priority should be—"

Fiona stopped abruptly.

Her voice cut off like a switch had been flipped. Her body froze.

Steve turned sharply.

"What is it?"

She didn’t answer. Her eyes were wide, fixated on something ahead.

Steve frowned, glancing in the same direction—but saw nothing.

"Hmm...well...I think we should keep moving. We don’t know what else they’ve got. They might already be on our trail and we wouldn’t even know it. So—"

"They’re just a clan of goblins, right?" the magic guard interrupted, almost as if trying to convince herself.

"If we can regroup with the others, maybe there’s still a chance."

But right then, Fiona spoke again—this time in a whisper.

"Stevien..."

He turned. Her voice had been soft, but something about her tone made him stop.

She was already walking.

"Fiona?" he called.

No reply.

She stepped through the clearing, her feet pushing past ferns and low branches. Her eyes were locked forward, and she didn’t seem to hear him.

Steve glanced at the other guard, confused, then quickly followed.

"Fiona—hey, Fiona!"

She didn’t stop.

They passed through a tight thicket. Steve noticed—just for a second—that the shrubs had been disturbed. Slightly shifted, maybe even trampled.

Someone came through here.

Still, he didn’t say anything. His eyes stayed on Fiona.

"Fiona! What the hell are you doing?" he snapped, pushing a branch aside.

"We don’t have time to go wandering around—!"

She turned around.

Her hand lifted.

And in her palm... something small and golden shimmered beneath the light breaking through the canopy.

Steve froze.

His eyes widened.

A necklace. A simple, cheap-looking necklace. The kind with a tiny looped pendant, nothing fancy.

But he knew that necklace. He knew it too well.

It had hung around Maggie’s neck the very first time he had met her. It wasn’t just jewelry. It was a memory.

"It’s Mum’s..." Fiona murmured.

Her lips curled softly—not quite a smile of joy, but of hope. Of something close.

"This is Mum’s necklace." she said again, holding it tighter.

"Which means she got out... before the attack settled."

She looked up, her eyes shimmering.

"She’s alive, Stevian... she’s alive!"

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