"Do you think he's handsome?" Bolge inquired, a hint of silkiness in his voice.
"Hmm, he's kind of cute and strong too," Silk replied, curiosity and suspision in her tone. " Wait, buut why do you ask that ?"
"Alright, it's decided then," Bolge declared, rising from the ground.
"What... What is decided?" Silk questioned, suspicion etched on her face.
"You will marry Anon," Bolge stated firmly.
"What? How can you make such a hasty decision? Did you come here with this intention?" Silk retorted, a trace of anger creeping onto her face.
"Well, sort of, but believe me, he's a good kid..." Bolge tried to convince Silk of Anon's worth.
"Father, I can't marry him. He's a commoner, and he doesn't appear as strong as me," Silk protested.
"Nonsense! He's far stronger than you," Bolge asserted, his expression serious.
"Prove it," Silk challenged.
"I knew you'd ask. That's why I saved some clips of Anon to show you later. Here, take a look," Bolge said, handing Silk another screen.
"Let's see what your Anon has to prove his strength," Silk remarked, a smile forming as she accepted the screen.
Silk's face filled with surprise as she watched Anon's clips. He had broken Silk's own record for spear throwing in the kingdom, made sirens bow before him, and demolished an immortal dummy with a single blow from an unknown weapon that he made himself.
"This is incredible," Silk murmured, the words escaping her lips in awe of Anon's extraordinary feats.
"So, what do you say now?" Bolge asked, a sense of pride evident on his face.
"Still, he's a commoner, and I am a noble--" Silk began.
"Oi, bonk," Bolge lightly tapped Silk on the head.
"Ouch, why would you do that?" Silk protested, rubbing her head.
"Your mother was also a commoner, don't forget. Yet, she was one of the four wives I loved with all my heart, out of all twelve concubines," Bolge explained.
"Yeah, and look what happened to all of them. Your four loving wives are dead, while the eight cunning foxes are still alive. What do you have to say about that?" Silk retorted, her gaze still fixed on the screen before her.
Bolge taps on Silk's head
Bolge tapped Silk's head and spoke, attempting to create a somber atmosphere. "Your mother was a good person, and I'm sorry I couldn't save her. But I made her a promise, a promise for you and your sister Lexi--"
"Her name is Letti. Why do you always forget everyone's name?" Silk interjected.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What is she, a professor inside the academy, right?" Bolge asked.
"Yes, and I'm proud of her because she hasn't used your identity to achieve anything in her life," Silk responded, a warm smile gracing her face.
"Eh, I defeated the Demon King, became one of the cruelest leaders of the cruelest house, and she still acts like a commoner within that academy. The moment she reveals her identity, they'll immediately crown her as the director. But she wants to be an independent person. When I was twelve, I didn't even know the meaning of the word 'independent.' It was easier to hunt a dragon than to learn the meaning of these useless words..." Bolge delved into tales of his adventures, while Silk continued to observe Anon on the screen.
"She's using a stacking spell," Silk suddenly spoke as she pointed towards Samantha.
"That's when I--wait, How do you know that ?" Bolge asked with a surprised expression.
"Because-"
"Wait, let me guess. The black hue surrounding her body is increasing every few minutes, right?" Bolge interrupted, attempting to deduce Silk's observations.
"Yes, correct. And Anon is using the
"How can you tell? Isn't it obvious that he stops every ten minutes to recover his mana by using a mana potion? Didn't you see that he's using special-grade mana potions?" Bolge asked.
"It's just a mere distraction to divert the observers' attention from the fact that he always stops for exactly five minutes during the race. The cooldown on his stamina-sustaining skill must be five minutes, which is why he uses the mana potion as a diversion. I refuse to believe that a high-grade mana potion can't fully replenish his mana," Silk elucidated with a serious expression on her face as she continued to observe anon.
"How do you always do that? It's as if everything comes to your mind automatically. Do you have a special skill?" Bolge inquired.
"A warrior never reveals their secrets," Silk replied, her expression serious as she focused on the screen before her.
"At this rate, he's going to lose. If he's been running for the past eight and a half minutes, it means--" Before Bolge could've completed his sentence silk interrupted.
"Yes, he will take a break in the next minute and a half. That's when the witch girl will accumulate enough stacks to defeat him, even if he activates his skill again in the next five minutes. It will be an ultimate defeat for him," Silk concluded, an uncomfortable feeling enveloping her mind.
"Hmm, well, he alone completed the first round and three-fourths of the second round. That's pretty impressive for a commoner, right?" Bolge remarked.
"No, something is amiss here," Silk said, her gaze returning to the clip of Anon sitting at the starting line.
"What are you doing? Why are you rewinding it? I want to watch the race," Bolge protested.
"5162..." Silk muttered.
"What?" Bolge asked, confused.
"His lips. He's counting backward, but why?" Silk pondered.
"Hmm? You can read lips?" Bolge inquired.
"I can read many things. But why would he count backward from such a large number?" Silk mused.
Suddenly, Silk's eyes widened in realization as she grasped something.
"He knows," Silk spoke, her voice carrying a hint of certainty.
"What?" Bolge asked, his confusion evident.
"Anon has been aware from the beginning of the race that the girl from the witch house is using a stacking spell. He's been counting down the seconds, waiting for her to reach thirteen stacks. That's when he plans to make his move," Silk explained, her words laced with intrigue.
"What exactly does he plan on doing?" Bolge inquired.
"I cannot say," Silk replied cryptically.
"Hmm, perhaps he intends to eliminate her?" Bolge suggested.
"No, if he were to do that, he would become a target for every bounty hunter in the black market. It's something else, but what exactly?" Silk pondered, her gaze fixed on the live telecast.
[Skill
"Cease the skill," Anon commanded.
In an instant, the crimson flames enveloping Anon's body dissipated, causing him to gradually slow down.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, Anon has once again come to a halt. Is he out of stamina, or is he simply taunting Samantha at this point?" Seraphina inquired.
[Skill
Upon seeing this notification, Anon stopped and promptly sat down on the ground.
"Look, Seraphina, Anon has halted his run and taken a seat on the ground. Samantha's speed continues to increase with each passing second, and it seems she has surpassed Anon's running speed. Could she win this round?" Landon speculated.
"I cannot say, Landon. Anything can happen in this race, but I believe Samantha has a higher chance of emerging victorious," Seraphina responded.
Suddenly, Samantha appeared, sprinting from the same direction Anon had come from earlier, her speed astonishingly fast.
"Oh, your sister has arrived," Frank remarked, pointing at the screen.
"I am aware. Now that commoner will suffer; my sister will crush him," Jake gloated, his laughter tinged with malice.
'Hmm, I still find it hard to believe that a girl like her, with a face like a dishwasher, can defeat someone like Anon.' Frank thought to himself as he observed the screen.
"Come on, girl. Defeat that piece of shit. Once I win this bet, I'll receive a precious Blank Mana Contract. I'll make this bitch's life a living hell once I obtain that contract," Seti chuckled, her gaze fixed on the screen.
Dragon House of Flames...
"He stopped, just as you predicted," Bolge remarked.
"Yet something feels amiss. The witch girl is closing in, yet his expression grows more confident by the moment. What are you planning, Anon?" Silk murmured, her mind racing with possibilities.
"Hmm, I believe he has accepted his defeat," Bolge stated, wearing an air of confidence.
"No, that look on his face doesn't belong to someone who has accepted defeat. It's as if he's playing chess, but he's playing it from both sides. That smile on his face suggests that something is about to happen, but what?" Silk wondered, her features tense with anticipation.
Samantha raced toward Anon with incredible speed, and he simply waited for her.
"How are you?" Anon shouted.
"Did he just ask me 'How are you?'" Samantha wondered, trying to make sense of Anon's strategy.
"What is he doing?" Jake pondered, his eyes fixed on the screen.
"Seraphina, did you witness Anon asking Samantha how she is?" Landon asked.
"I did, but I cannot fathom why he would do such a thing," Seraphina replied, her attention focused on the screen.
As Samantha passed by Anon, she defiantly showed him her middle finger and retorted, "Fuck off, loser. That's how I am," leaving Anon behind.
Zzzzz....Click
Suddenly, something occurred that left everyone utterly surprised.
A wave of purple energy emanated from Samantha's body, instantly purging all her shadow stacks and removing the black hie from her body.
Her speed returned to normal.
"Huh...? What the fuck?" Samantha exclaimed, scanning her body in bewilderment.
"Something amiss, darling?" Anon asked, rising to his feet.
Samantha fixed her gaze on Anon and interrogated him, her anger apparent. "What did you do?"
"Me? I did nothing. I'm just here resting," Anon replied with a feigned smile, his face innocent.
"Don't toy with me! Just tell me, what did you do to me?" Samantha demanded, her voice escalating.
Dragon House of Flames...
"Hahahahaha! That was a brilliant move," Silk burst into laughter.
Bolge looked at Silk, perplexed, as he asked, "What just happened? I don't understand."
"He used a purging skill. Anon purged every single stack from the witch girl, instantly reverting her speed back to normal. Now it all makes sense. He waited for her to accumulate a specific number of stacks before purging them.
They thought they were the masters of the game and he was playing, but it turns out Anon was the true master all along. Incredible," Silk explained, unraveling the events.
"But aren't purge skills incredibly rare to come by?" Bolge inquired.
"Indeed, purge skills are exceedingly hard to find. That's why purgers are highly valued members of raiding parties. Yet, he used such a skill effortlessly, signifying his exceptional abilities. This proves it that he needs no help with his skills." Silk remarked.
"So, will you marry him now?" Bolge joked.
"I wish to observe him further before making a decision," Silk responded.
"Of course, take your time. I'll wait for your answer until tomorrow at noon," Bolge declared.
"Why tomorrow at noon?" Silk questioned, her expression filled with confusion.
"We must propose the marriage before any other house does," Bolge clarified.
"What are the other houses offering?" Silk inquired.
"The leader of the Martial House offered their daughter because Anon saved her life. Witnessing this, the House of Justice also presented their less-than-impressive daughter for the marriage proposal. The House of Witch, always envious of the House of Justice, hastily put forth this Samantha girl up for the purposal. I thought if the lad is so remarkable, why not wed you to him?" Bolge explained.
"What about the House of Alchemist?" Silk asked.
"They have yet to make any moves." Bolge spoke.
"Commoner, tell me, what did you do? Or I will fucking kill you now," Samantha shouted, her voice laced with anger.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, Samantha has stopped running. When she crossed Anon, something happened, and she abruptly halted. Now she is displaying aggressive behavior towards Anon, blaming him for whatever happened to her ability," Landon addressed the crowd.
"I can't determine what happened at this moment, why Samantha stopped running and lost all of her stacks, but I believe Anon is somehow involved," Seraphina added, voicing her opinion.
Seti's face twisted in confusion as she stared at the screen, her expression turning grim. She turned to Jake, seeking an explanation.
"What happened? Why did she stop running?" she questioned.
Jake, still in shock from the unfolding events, erupted in frustration.
"What the fuck! How is that even possible?" he exclaimed.
Seti and the noble students standing nearby quickly distanced themselves from Jake, leaving Frank, who maintained a calm demeanor.
"What's happening now?" Frank nonchalantly inquired, his earlier premonition proving correct.
'I knew it. You can defeat anyone but Anon. No way,' Frank thought, eyeing Jake.
Jake glared at Frank, his face filled with anger.
"That motherfucker used a purge skill!" Jake shouted.
The words echoed in everyone's ears, leaving them stunned.
"A purge skill? What are you saying?"
"Purgers are incredibly rare, right?"
"So, he was a purger. Now I understand how he won the first round."
"How?"
"Purgers possess god-like support abilities, defeating them in a race like this is a mere joke. He must have been utilizing support abilities to run, explaining how he raced on water and leaped over the valley effortlessly," a teacher explained, shedding light on the matter.
"What about the sirens, sir?" a student inquired.
"Well, I don't know," the teacher casually replied.
The revelation that Anon was a purger sparked discussions among the students.
"He is not a purger," Letti interjected.
"How do you know?"
"Yeah, how do you know?"
"How can you possibly know?"
The noble students began arguing amongst themselves.
"Here, check this," Letti said, tossing a crystal ball towards the noble students.
One of the noble students caught the crystal ball and examined it closely. Words started forming inside the crystal ball.
[Name: Anon Agreil]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Mage]
"What is this?" a noble student asked, perplexed.
"This is a class test ball. It indicates that Anon's class is mage," another student replied.
The class test ball was a crystal ball primarily used to detect a student's race. Sometimes, demons would disguise themselves and infiltrate the academy, causing trouble. The crystal ball served as a secondary security measure, ensuring accurate identification.
The crystal ball's results were infallible, almost impossible to manipulate. However, Anon had found a way.
When Anon infused his mana into the crystal ball, he employed the illusion skill. Once inside, his mana became trapped within the crystal ball, creating a permanent and incredible illusion.
"Show me," Jake demanded, snatching the test ball from the noble student and inspecting it closely. However, he found nothing to support his claims.
"If he is a mage, then he cannot use purge. Meaning, he didn't do anything," Jake concluded.
"Yes, this commoner has gone mad."
"Haha! He's already losing his mind. What if Anon really won this race?"
The commoners burst into laughter.
"Who said that? Who said I am crazy? Say it to my face, motherfucker!" Anger consumed Jake, leading him to lash out at the commoners.
This was the worst possible display a 7-star noble could present.
"Jake, calm down. You are tarnishing our reputation," Seti intervened, grasping his shoulders.
"Damn it, how are you doing this?" Jake asked, seething with anger as he stared at Anon.
"I didn't do anything to you. I don't know why you stopped running, but you better start again because this time, I won't be waiting like I did at the starting line," Anon spoke, pointing in the opposite direction to show Samantha the way.
"There's no point in running now. But I can render you unable to run, can't I?" Samantha taunted, letting out a chilling laugh.
"Oh, are we going to fight?" Anon replied, his smile mocking.
"No, I'm just going to destroy you, commoner. Killing you would lead to my suspension from the academy, but making you physically disabled would be fair game, right?" Samantha's voice carried a psychopathic edge.
"Fuck, my sister is losing control. Can Anon fight back?" Jake turned to Letti for answers.
"Why?" Letti questioned.
"She's going to hurt him. Can he dodge attacks? I don't want my sister to get suspended from the academy before she even begins her studies," Jake expressed his concerns, his face filled with worry.
Letti started contemplating something.
'Can Anon fight back? He's good at sports, but he's been running for the past hour and thirty minutes. He must be exhausted. Can he even dodge her attacks? Damn it, if something happens to him, I won't be able to forgive myself,' Letti pondered, tension covering her face.
Hoot-Hoot
An owl messenger descended from the air and perched on Jake's shoulder.
"A message from mom?" Jake muttered as he unraveled the small strip of paper wrapped around the owl's leg and began reading it.
A grim expression appeared on Jake's face.
"What happened?" Seti asked, feeling a chill run down her spine. Nothing was going as planned for Samantha, and she would now have to provide two more mana contracts to Letti if Anon won this round.
"We have to stop her," Jake declared, dashing toward the transportation portal room without offering any explanation.
Seti and Frank followed him without questioning his actions.
Witch House... 7th Ring.
"Ma'am, something very wrong has occurred," Shelly hurriedly entered Marinda's room.
Marinda sat at her table, engrossed in her documents.
"What now, Shelly?" Marinda dismissed her with minimal attention, still focused on the papers.
"Ma'am, you should take a look at this," Shelly urged, handing Marinda a screen displaying the live broadcast of the Kingdom Night Run.
"Not this again... I have more important work to—wait, is that Samantha attacking Anon?" Marinda interrupted herself, abandoning everything to focus on the screen.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Damn it! How useless can that girl be? Didn't my message reach her?" Marinda exclaimed in frustration.
"Ma'am, I believe our message arrived too late, and Young Master Jake received it."
"Fuck."
"If she kills Anon, we'll face a dire situation. He saved the daughter of the Martial House, and they will come seeking answers. The god worshippers will support them wholeheartedly. We cannot afford to face two 7-star houses simultaneously, especially since that guy has so much talent. We can't let him die like that, we need him." Marinda declared, rising from her chair with determination.
"What should we do, Madam?" Shelly inquired with a tense expression.
"We must stop her," Marinda responded, pointing her finger towards the ground. The mats immediately scattered away as a large magic circle emerged on the floor.
"Oh, Goddess of all, lend me your powers, and I shall serve you forever... Space Cutter," Marinda invoked, causing the magic circle to radiate a brilliant blue light. A dark purple and black spatial portal materialized above the circle.
"Let's go," Marinda commanded, stepping into the portal.
"Was this always here?" Shelly wondered, gazing at the magic circle on the ground.
"Hurry or it will close," Marinda's voice resonated from the portal.
"Yes, Ma'am," Shelly acknowledged, entering the portal.
In Eldoria...
"Anon Agreil, prepare to bid farewell to your hands and legs, for I am about to annihilate them.
[Frost Bullets] [A-Rank]
[Frost Bullets is a formidable skill that harnesses the power of ice and manipulation of frigid elements. When activated, this skill allows the user to summon an awe-inspiring barrage of frozen bullets, numbering in the thousands, with a single command. These bullets materialize through magical means, formed from the essence of ice and imbued with a chilling aura.
As the skill takes effect, an array of intricate, small magic circles manifest behind the user, their designs symbolizing the convergence of frost and projectile magic. From each circle, sharp, gleaming ice projectiles emerge, rapidly multiplying until the air is filled with a torrential storm of frozen ammunition.]
[8000 mana/use]
Suddenly, hundreds of small magic circles appeared behind Samantha, giving birth to thousands of sharp frozen bullets.
"W-W-Wait, p-please, spare me. W-What did I ever do to you?" Anon pleaded fearfully, collapsing to the ground upon witnessing the onslaught of frost bullets.
"That's precisely the issue, you see. Commoners like you cannot stand against nobles like us. But don't worry, I won't kill you," Samantha taunted, her laughter echoing.
A black portal opened 200 meters away from the scene, and Marinda emerged from it, followed by Shelly.
"Ma'am, Madam Samantha is over there," Shelly informed, pointing in Samantha's direction.
"Damn it, she's casting a mass AOE spell. You claimed she was useless, yet how can she unleash such destructive power if she's truly useless?" Marinda questioned, dashing toward Samantha.
"Ma'am, I suspect she is utilizing an artifact to enhance her spellcasting limits," Shelly suggested.
Chckkk
As they neared the scene, a curved, pitch-black kunai appeared near Marinda's face, abruptly halting Marinda.
"Who dares?" Marinda demanded, glaring at the kunai's holder.
It was a man with pure white skin, red glowing eyes, blonde hair, a handsome face, and an aura emanating danger and menace. It was none other than Mike.
Since Anon had slain the witch Morgana, the fear that hindered Mike's growth dissipated, driving him to embark on a self-training journey in the most perilous regions of the world. He had now surpassed his previous self by a significant margin and could confront two of the 7-star noble house forces on his own without much difficulty.
"He is dangerous," Marinda's initial thought surfaced.
"Hey, who are you? Don't you know who she is? She is the leader of-" Marinda began.
"Silence," Marinda commanded.
"Ma'am?" Shelly questioned, confused.
"Who are you, and why are you obstructing us?" Marinda inquired with a serious tone.
"Shhh... I've been instructed to prevent any interference," Mike hushed them, placing his index finger on his lips.
"Who is your master?" Marinda pressed.
"Shhh..." Mike repeated the gesture.
"Is Anon your master?"
Mike remained silent.
"Is Samantha your master?"
Again, Mike chose not to respond.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can witness, Samantha Grey has activated the Frost Bullets mass AOE skill. Will Anon survive this? Or will this be the day Anon meets his end?" Landon announced.
"Damn it, is it ready or not?" Jake queried, glaring at the worker operating the transportation portal.
"Y-Yes, sir, I'm just adjusting its location," the worker replied in a frightened tone.
"Do it quickly, you worthless piece of shit, or dire consequences await you," Jake barked.
"Y-Yes."
'Why, sis? Why do you have to kill him now?' Jake pondered, gripping his temples in tension.
"It's open, sir," the worker declared.
"Excellent, let's go," Jake swiftly leaped into the portal, followed by Frank and Seti.
The portal opened 300 meters away from the location, in the exact opposite direction of Marinda's portal.
"There," Frank pointed towards Samantha's position.
"Damn it, sister, stop!" Jake shouted, but his voice didn't reach Samantha.
Jake sprinted toward her.
"Enjoy a life of disability, commoner," Samantha sneered, unleashing a barrage of icy bullets at Anon.
Zzzzzz
Countless sharp frozen bullets hurtled towards Anon.
"Oh, shit. Not good," Frank expressed with feigned worry on his face, knowing what was about to transpire.
"Sister, noooo!" Jake cried out, halting and shielding his face with his hands to prevent any facial damage, as there was no time to cast protective spells.
One second passed... Two seconds passed... Three seconds passed, yet nothing happened to Jake.
"Huh...?" Jake muttered, slightly removing his hands from his face and witnessing an unbelievable sight.
Thousands of frozen bullets hung motionless in mid-air, merely a meter away from touching Anon.
"Huh...? What happened?" Samantha inquired, astonished to see her skill halted mid-flight.
"Well, it seems playtime is over," Anon declared, rising from the ground and brushing off the dirt from his clothes.
Marinda observed the scene, a mixture of confusion and surprise clouding her face.
Jake was equally bewildered.
"What did you do?" Samantha asked.
"Nothing, but now I'm going to do something," Anon responded, moving two of his fingers as the frozen bullets transformed into ice dust.
"Link," Anon commanded.
[Yes, Master.]
"Samantha unleashed her deadly
"Could this be one of Anon's arts, or is someone orchestrating this from the shadows?" Landon speculated, his tone laced with intrigue.
"The time for games has ended, princess," Anon declared, his eyes ablaze with a menacing purple glow, emanating an aura of insatiable bloodlust.
Cough
Samantha convulsed, blood escaping her lips as she succumbed to the overwhelming bloodlust radiating from Anon. Falling to her knees, she struggled to comprehend the unfolding chaos.
"What... What is happening?" Samantha gasped, wiping the blood from her mouth, her gaze fixated on the formidable Anon.
"What transpires there? Has Anon met his demise?" Seti questioned Frank, seeking answers.
"Yeah, only in your wildest dreams," Frank retorted sharply.
"What?!" Seti asked in confusion.
"I believe he still stands, behold," Frank replied, pointing resolutely toward the unyielding figure of Anon.
"Why is Samantha kneeling?" Seti inquired, his voice tinged with concern.
"Link," Anon commanded with authority.
[Master]
"Initiate
[Yes, Master]
Anon's hand ignited in a crimson blaze as Link materialized from his tattooed form, growing in size with every passing moment. Coiling around Anon's frame, Link expanded until he surpassed Anon's stature, unfurling a colossal hood that enshrouded Anon's head.
With eyes ablaze in resplendent gold, Link conveyed a message before Anon.
[Your loyal companion, Link, has unleashed the might of
Anon's body gradually ascended, suspending itself in the air at a calculated distance. Suddenly, a multitude of enchanting sigils materialized behind him, heralding the birth of millions of frozen bullets.
Thousands of magic circles emerged, enshrouding the entire horizon in an icy aura, plunging the environment into a bone-chilling abyss. Unsettled, noble spectators felt beads of perspiration trickle down their foreheads, an undeniable discomfort invading their beings.
Even the teachers succumbed to perspiration, their gazes fixated on the spectacle unfolding before their very eyes.
Letti, too, stood awestruck, her eyes wide with wonder as she beheld the unfathomable scene playing out on the screen.
The commentators fell into a stunned silence, their mouths rendered mute by the sheer magnitude of the moment. All attention converged on the screen as commoners and nobles alike became enthralled. Witnessing a commoner slay a noble in real-time was a spectacle, one hundred times more captivating than any other.
"H-How?" Jake stammered, his voice a mere whisper, as he grappled with an overwhelming sense of helplessness, watching his sister teeter on the brink of doom.
In this moment, an unexpected revelation unfolded before their eyes, defying all expectations. Unleashing such devastating destruction was a feat only achievable by the most seasoned archmages.
"He aims to end her life," Marinda declared, her eyes ablaze with a relentless bloodlust as she locked eyes with Mike.
Despite Samantha's apparent insignificance, she remained Marinda's daughter, and Marinda was prepared to fight tooth and nail to protect her kin.
Click
Mike withdrew the kunai from Samantha's visage, vanishing into the shadows with an air of sinister intrigue.
Anon redirected his gaze from the heavens to the quivering Samantha, who trembled in abject terror, her very essence exuding fear so potent that she lost control over her bodily functions.
"So, what were you saying about handicapping me?" Anon sneered, a twisted smirk curling on his lips.
"N-No..." Samantha stammered, her life's ultimate truth unraveling before her eyes — an encounter with Death itself.
"Boo..." Anon leapt, startling Samantha, causing her to lose consciousness as fear consumed her, yet again relinquishing control of her bodily functions.
"Cancel the cast, Link."
[Master, I apologize, but once initiated, this spell cannot be undone. I must proceed.]
Link's voice reverberated through Anon's mind.
Panic gripped Anon as he frantically surveyed his surroundings, finally spotting a colossal mountain in the distance.
"Good. I've found my target," Anon declared, pointing with unwavering determination toward the towering behemoth.
"Fire."
Zzz
ZzzZzzz
Zzzzzzzzzz
In a mesmerizing display, countless frozen bullets erupted from the magical sigils, obliterating the mountain instantaneously, reducing everything in its vicinity to naught but dust.
With the mountain's annihilation, tranquility descended upon the scene. Link reverted to its tattooed form, and the magical sigils dissipated, leaving behind an eerie stillness that permeated the horizon.
"H-He didn't kill Miss Samantha," Shelly exclaimed, her words shattering the silence like a crack of thunder.
"Arcane Flicker..." Marinda muttered, materializing near Shelly with an ethereal grace. She cradled Marinda tenderly in her arms, her gaze fixated on Anon.
"We shall cross paths again, Anon Agreil," Marinda vowed before vanishing once more, leaving only a lingering air of bloodlust in her wake.
"Alright, I've got a thing for MILFs anyway," Anon remarked, a mischievous grin playing upon his lips.
"Something truly extraordinary just occurred, ladies and gentlemen. Anon Agreil not only mirrored Samantha's skill but amplified it with unprecedented power," Seraphina bellowed with excitement, her voice echoing through the air.
"Landon, speak your mind," she urged.
"Ah, yes. It was utterly mind-blowing. I could never have fathomed such a turn of events, which caught me completely off guard," Landon admitted.
"Likewise," Seraphina agreed.
"Anon is a force to be reckoned with."
"Undoubtedly, he possesses immense strength."
"My God, had he employed that skill against Samantha, she would have been vaporized in an instant. Her remains would be nothing more than elusive whispers."
"You're right. We commoners possess formidable contenders."
The commoner students' section erupted with chatter, brimming with newfound confidence and exhilaration. They realized that they, too, had a champion who could stand tall against the nobility.
"Is such power even possible for a commoner, sir?" a student questioned the teacher, his voice filled with awe.
"I-I don't know. Take your seats," the teacher replied, his forehead glistening with perspiration as he wiped it with a trembling handkerchief.
Gia's class...
"Gia, your brother is a terrifying force. How did he amass such power? Did he study under an archmage or perhaps acquire an artifact of immense potency to unleash such devastating spells?"
"Gia, I want to be your brother's slave." Yumi spoke.