In a warehouse, where countless weapons lay in pieces and three figures were fighting for their lives, a fourth figure was watching the situation with delight. His blue eyes were shining. Multiple cuts could be seen on the bodies of the three figures, and on the ground, hundreds of thousands of weapon fragments, which seemed to have been shattered by some extraordinary power. Exhaustion was evident in the three figures; they had not stopped destroying the weapons thrown in their direction at a relentless speed. Normally, such weapons would not pose a danger to them, but there was a problem. Although they looked blunt, they were thrown at an incredible speed, and although their cutting ability was low, they had a great penetrating ability.
"How long have we been doing this?" asked the old man with white hair and black eyes.
The black-haired and black-eyed elf replied, tiredness building up in her body: "We've been doing the same thing for about an hour."
"Tsk, he's going to kill us at this rate. He keeps doing the same thing over and over again; it seems to have no end. He definitely has an insane mana reserve. I see how he was able to defeat Aris."
The white-haired, blue-eyed boy interrupted. His malevolent voice echoed throughout the room.
"I see you have plenty of energy to talk. I assume you won't mind if the difficulty increases."
After those words, the three of them noticed a strange smoke coming out of the boy's mouth, mixing with the thin air in the place. Immediately after, thin glass walls appeared, so large that they covered the entire area. The first to notice that something was wrong was the old man with white hair and black eyes.
"Is that poison coming out of your mouth?" he asked, incredulous. He had stopped breathing when he smelled a strange odor in the air; he recognized it, although the color was different. Unfortunately for him, he received no response from the white-haired, blue-eyed boy.
"Don't breathe that in. If I'm not mistaken, it's the 'smiling mushroom' poison. I don't know how he managed to get his hands on such a lethal poison. Without a doubt, his plan seems to be to weaken us; that's why he set up barriers so that the poison would concentrate faster. You two, take care of breaking the barrier as quickly as possible! It's very likely that he already has the antidote, and that's why he doesn't mind poisoning himself."
The white-haired boy laughed. He had been attacking them relentlessly, giving them no chance to fight back; he was attacking them with many swords. They were defending themselves well, though, as they saw the weapons he was throwing at them.
'I wonder if they'll be able to dodge the swords if I turn them invisible with 'invisibility cloak'. Or maybe I should turn the spears invisible; they penetrate flesh better.'
With those thoughts, he was going to turn the swords and spears invisible. Some of them should hit their target. When he was about to do so, he saw something curious: the short guy had cast a spell. A translucent black barrier formed around the elf woman and him, leaving the old man out. Once outside, the old man shot towards me, not caring that the swords stabbed him. The swords got stuck in his muscles. How much fiber did those muscles have to stop a weapon thrown with such momentum? This time, the old man decided to use a new power. He easily passed through hundreds of swords, many hitting his body, but that didn't seem to matter to him. About 5 meters away, he adopted a stance; he acted as if he were going to sheathe his sword, but it didn't have a sheath. He used only his hand, pretending to sheathe a sword. I didn't give that stance any importance; the swords kept hitting his body. The old man looked just like Aris; He hadn't died even with a sword piercing his heart. Once he unsheathed his sword, it was covered in a thick black aura. It wasn't mana. I could hear the old man's words:
"Lightning Style, Move #10: 1000 Perfect Cuts."
Since the old man pulled out his sword, the swords that pierced him were repelled by an unknown force. His sword was still in his left hand, surrounded by a strange aura. He was approaching rapidly. When he was within my reach, multiple mechanical screams could be heard:
- DON'T DEFEND YOURSELF WITH SHIELDS! HE'LL BREAK THEM! DODGE!
- DON'T DEFEND YOURSELF WITH SHIELDS! HE'LL BREAK THEM! DODGE!
- DON'T DEFEND YOURSELF WITH SHIELDS! HE'LL BREAK THEM! DODGE!
I tried to use the 'wind boost' to get away, but the bastard changed his stance, leaning towards the ground, about to accelerate.
"Lightning Style, Movement #2: Quick Step."
After those words, he appeared in front of me. I was stunned; his speed surpassed that of the 'wind impulse'. The old man attacked again:
"Lightning Style, Move #10: 1000 Perfect Cuts."
The world spun. I saw the floor, the ceiling, the walls… as if it were spinning. The last thing I saw was the old man a few meters away, and next to him, a body that looked like mine. I had been killed in an instant. I lost consciousness. The white-haired old man spoke:
"He was definitely a troublesome person. Forcing me to use that sword style, forcing me to use that person's movements... It's definitely my defeat."
He walked over to the severed body on the ground; the head was severed, and the body had hundreds of cuts. Its clothes were torn to shreds. No human could survive so many cuts. The old man turned to see his subordinates, who should no longer be dismantling the barrier, as whoever had cast it was dead. But when he made eye contact, they were staring at something behind him. Turning, he saw something that stunned him: the head he had torn off was laughing. The world changed.
"Impossible... this can't be possible."
What his eyes saw was unheard of. The place had ceased to exist, replaced by a white world, without clouds, without sky. It was difficult to measure the distance. The boy he had cut countless times, even decapitated, was moving. He stood up, placed his head as if nothing had happened, and his wounds disappeared. His face no longer showed evil laughter, but coldness. The old man tried to break the silence:
"What are you really…?"
He couldn't finish. His body fell to the ground. The same happened to his subordinates. A mechanical voice rang out:
- MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. THE CREATOR HAS BEEN SUCCESSFULLY RESCUED.
- 5 SOULS HAVE BEEN ACQUIRED: 2 DEMON SOULS, 2 ELF SOULS, 1 HUMAN SOUL.
- DEACTIVATING THE 'LIAR'S WORLD' AUTHORITY. ELAPSED TIME: 8 SECONDS.
The world returned to normal. Only shattered swords, blood stains, and the three bodies of the intruders remained. With a snap of his fingers, they were sent into the bucket.