I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

The girl let out a cold laugh. "Innocent? Who in this world is truly innocent? You so-called men of justice, aren't you just as guilty of hurting others?"

Dean Bruce frowned. "We are protecting this world, preventing the dark forces from destroying it. But you, you're only helping them spread chaos."

"Helping them spread chaos?" The woman smirked again, her tone biting. "What do you even know of chaos? What is 'right' or 'wrong'? In this world, there is no such thing. There are only different positions, different perspectives."

Dean Bruce didn't want to waste more words with her. He took a deep breath, preparing to strike again. However, just as he was about to move, the girl suddenly did something that took everyone by surprise.

She lowered her wand and raised both hands above her head, assuming a posture of surrender.

"What's this? No more fighting?" Dean Bruce looked at her in confusion.

The girl smiled slightly, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Dean, do you really think I'd be so easily captured by you?"

Dean Bruce's heart tightened as he realized she might have something else planned. However, before he could react, the girl suddenly vanished in a flash and lunged at him.

Dean Bruce's reflexes were sharp. He quickly stepped back, raising his wand to defend himself. But the girl was faster than he had anticipated. In the blink of an eye, she was right in front of him, one hand gripping his wrist tightly.

"You…" Dean Bruce stared at her in surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so strong.

The girl looked him in the eyes, her lips curling into a satisfied grin. "Dean, did you really think you could catch me? How naive."

Before he could respond, she suddenly yanked him hard, sending him flying through the air. Dean Bruce twisted and flipped several times before barely managing to regain his balance.

He was about to get up when a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. The force from the girl's strike had injured his internal organs. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Dean Bruce raised his wand again, preparing to launch another attack.

However, the girl didn't give him that chance. She flashed forward again, appearing right in front of him, her hand lightly resting on his shoulder.

"Dean, stop struggling," the girl's voice was soft and alluring. "You're no match for me. You'd better surrender now."

Dean Bruce gritted his teeth, fighting to stay conscious. "I will never surrender!"

The girl sighed, a slight hint of exasperation in her tone. "Why resist, Dean? If you come with me, I promise I won't hurt you."

Dean Bruce snorted with contempt. "You think I'll believe you?"

The girl shrugged helplessly. "Very well then. Since you're so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless."

With that, she suddenly increased the pressure on his shoulder. Dean Bruce felt an overwhelming force coursing through his body, rendering him completely unable to resist. Your journey continues on mvl

"You..." Dean Bruce glared at the girl, but no words came out.

The girl looked at the anger in his eyes, a strange sense of satisfaction swelling within her. She smiled faintly and then turned to the headmaster and Alice. "You'd better not make any sudden moves," she said with a taunting edge to her voice. "Otherwise, I can't guarantee Dean's safety."

The headmaster and Alice froze, shocked by the girl's boldness. They hadn't expected her to be so audacious. Yet, they both knew, at this moment, there was nothing they could do to stop her.

Seeing their hesitation only fueled the girl's confidence. She turned back to Dean Bruce and said, "Come on, Dean. Let's go. It's time you met our leader."

With that, she began to drag Dean Bruce toward the edge of the academy. The headmaster and Alice moved to follow, but the girl stopped them with a wave of her magic.

"Don't bother," she said without turning around. "You're no match for me. Stay right where you are."

The headmaster watched helplessly as the girl led Dean Bruce away, his heart filled with anger and despair. He had never imagined they could be so easily overpowered by this girl.

However, his biggest concern was Dean Bruce's safety. He knew that if Dean Bruce fell into the hands of the Black Hole Organization, the consequences would be dire.

"We have to find a way to save Dean," Alice suddenly said, breaking the silence.

The headmaster nodded, "That's right, but we must be careful. We can't alert them prematurely."

Alice paused, thinking for a moment. "I have a plan. Maybe we can rescue Dean."

The headmaster's eyes lit up at her words. "What plan? Tell me."

Alice outlined her plan in detail, and after considering it, the headmaster felt it was feasible. He immediately began to put their plan into motion.

Meanwhile, the girl was leading Dean Bruce to a secret stronghold of the Black Hole Organization. The place was well-lit, bustling with people coming and going—clearly a crucial location for the organization.

The girl ushered Dean Bruce into a room where a mysterious figure dressed in a black robe sat. It was none other than Shasbia Lomatovich, the leader of the Black Hole Organization.

"Leader, I've brought Dean Bruce back," the girl said respectfully.

Shasbia Lomatovich looked up at Dean Bruce being led into the room, a smug smile crossing his face.

"Ah, Dean, we meet again," Shasbia said with a grin.

Dean Bruce glared at Shasbia Lomatovich. "Shasbia, so it was you."

Shasbia Lomatovich frowned slightly. "You knew it was me?"

"Wouldn't you expect it?" Dean Bruce retorted. "Do you really think someone like me would be captured by a little girl? I let myself get caught on purpose, to find your hiding spot. Shasbia, your end is here!"

At these words, Shasbia's face darkened instantly, his expression becoming as cold as water.

"Hmph, Dean Bruce, do you think your little trick can fool me? You think I would let you find my hideout so easily?" Shasbia sneered, his voice laced with contempt.

Dean Bruce met his gaze without fear, his eyes unwavering. "No matter how you try to twist things, today is your last day. The Black Hole Organization's evil plan ends here."

Shasbia's eyes flashed with a ruthless gleam. "You think a few of you can stand up to the entire Black Hole Organization? You're gravely mistaken. But since you've come, don't think you'll leave here alive."

With that, Shasbia waved his hand, signaling the girl to attack.

The girl, understanding immediately, rushed toward Dean Bruce again.

Her speed was faster than before, her attacks even more fierce. Clearly, Shasbia's words had given her new strength.

"Such arrogance."

Dean Bruce muttered with a smile. Everything he had done until now had been a deliberate ruse.

When it came to power, how could this little girl possibly be a match for him?

Dean Bruce raised his right hand slightly, and the little girl was immediately knocked to the ground.

"Y-You... How is your strength so much greater?" The little girl stared at Dean Bruce in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.

Dean Bruce smirked coldly. "This isn't even my true strength." He paused, then continued, "Now let me show you something stronger."

With that, Dean Bruce vanished from his spot and reappeared instantly in front of the girl. He grabbed her throat with one hand, his grip tightening.

"Dean, what are you doing?" The little girl looked at him in terror, fear filling her eyes.

"What am I doing?" Dean Bruce scoffed, his tone cold. "Weren't you just so arrogant? Are you scared now?"

The girl struggled, but Dean Bruce's hand was like an iron vice around her throat, preventing her from breaking free.

"Let... let me go..." she gasped, her voice strained.

Dean Bruce ignored her pleas and turned his gaze toward Shasbia Lomatovich. "Shasbia, your end is truly here. But before I deal with you, I'll take care of this little pawn first."

Shasbia Lomatovich's face turned a sickly shade of pale. "Dean Bruce, if you lay a finger on her, I guarantee you will regret it!"

"Regret?" Dean Bruce snorted dismissively. "I, Dean Bruce, never regret my actions."

With that, his grip tightened, and the girl's face became increasingly pale, her breathing growing more labored.

"Stop!" Shasbia Lomatovich yelled, his voice laced with fury. "I'll let you go, just spare her!"

Dean Bruce gave him a cold smile. "Let me go? You think I'll believe your empty words?"

Shasbia Lomatovich gritted his teeth. "Then what do you want?"

Dean Bruce looked down at the girl in his grasp, a sly glint in his eyes. "It's simple. Make this girl my slave. She will serve me whenever I command, and then I might consider letting you go."

Shasbia Lomatovich's face darkened further, his anger boiling over. "You... You can forget it!"

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless," Dean Bruce replied, his grip tightening even more.

The girl's eyes filled with despair and fear, knowing she was most likely doomed today.

"Fine... Fine!" Shasbia Lomatovich finally relented, his voice low with defeat. "I agree. She will be your slave. But you must promise to let me go!"

Dean Bruce's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I'll consider it. But first, you need to lift all the magic restrictions on her. Only then will she truly be my slave."

Shasbia Lomatovich hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. He began chanting an incantation, breaking the magical restraints on the girl.

The girl's body went limp, and she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.

Dean Bruce released his grip, and the girl coughed a few times, her eyes filled with terror as she looked up at him.

"Now," Dean Bruce said coldly, "you are my slave. From now on, you will serve me at all times, obey my commands."

The little girl trembled, nodding weakly. "Yes... yes, Master."