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Bibell[Even if it means turning the world into an enemy (10)]
Power surged through him.
A simple flick of his hand sent sparks flying. The mana coursing through his body moved menacingly, as if to protect his master.
«You have that much power, and you’ve been hiding it all this time.»
Zenko asked, lowering his stance.
«Whatever.»
Eunha smiled at the fact that he was wary of him.
Zenko Myron. One of the Tredici, and he’s afraid of a mere second grader.
Well, I wouldn’t believe him either.
But so what.
Reality is inherently unreal.
I take a stance with my mangoche in my right hand and my beretta in my left.
A thousand steps.
It wasn’t hard to reduce the remaining distance to a single step.
He spun to avoid the approaching Kukri in his line of sight, then leaped diagonally with his right foot.
A whirlwind dance.
«……!»
Eight sword slashes at once.
In Zenko’s eyes now, it must have seemed like he was taking over the space, appearing everywhere.
«Who would have wanted to hide?»
«What?»
«How much I wanted to do this.»
«…A, Ahhhhh─! L, Le mani…!!»
…A, Ahhhhh─! My, my hand…!!
I didn’t let my guard down.
I couldn’t let my guard down.
Even so, his wrist was cut off.
Zenko screamed as he held up his left arm, which was only partially severed.
Blood dripped like slime from the cut.
«You’re crying over a severed hand, but if it’s only partially severed, it can be repaired with healing magic.»
Eunha gave me a dumbfounded look.
Then he walked over to the missing hand, still holding the gun, and lifted his foot over it.
«That, stop!»
Zenko Myron, writhing in pain, realized his intentions.
But it was too late.
Eunha had missed several opportunities to kill Zenko in the past.
He couldn’t let this one pass.
«What? Did you think you’d make it out of here alive?
Didn’t I tell you from the beginning? I’m going to kill you.»
There was a snap and a crack, followed by the sound of something twisting.
«Ah….»
Zenko gasped at the sight of the hand that emerged from beneath his swept-away feet.
Fingers grotesquely twisted, the back of the hand bent out of shape.
It wasn’t something that could be easily repaired.
It was no exaggeration to say that he had lost it completely.
«Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo!
You son of a bitch…!»
«Don’t swear in Korean. You don’t speak Korean.
Do you know what I’ve heard so far?»
Eunha pointed to his ears as Zenko lunged at him, discharge spraying from his eyes and mouth.
«I heard you say, ‘You’re an asshole.’ Just because you know how to talk shit doesn’t mean you’re good at it.»
«Cazzo!»
«Yeah, I’d rather like that you say that.»
Zenko’s face flushed. It wasn’t from drunkenness, and it wasn’t from pain.
His mana was beginning to stain a darker and darker color.
Miccia detonante (detonator).
Mana that crackles and sparks.
Tsk.
He knew a similar spell.
Eunha closed the distance, unable to hide his annoyance.
«It doesn’t work, it’s a wide area spell.»
It was a simple technique for a wide area spell. There wasn’t much of a flow of mana.
No. If there was, it was already dense.
Zenko was using the mana in his intestines as a medium to deploy the wide-ranging magic.
I couldn’t help but be drawn in.
A thousand steps.
To minimize the damage, I used the Tenkai.
Miccia detonante was a spell that responded to residual mana. It was an annoying spell that sensed the flow of mana whenever you cast it, and then rode the flow to cause an explosion at the caster.
An explosion occurred beneath my feet.
I managed to dodge the blast, but the recoil sent me flying farther than I had anticipated.
I manage to roll over and take some damage.
My body wouldn’t listen.
Covered in soot, Eunha stood up and checked his condition.
Earlier, Zenko had asked him why he was hiding his power.
He himself had no intention of hiding his power.
He was just waiting for the right time to use it.
The Unnamed Gift was not a power he could activate on his own accord. It was a gift that started when your body’s mana dropped below a certain level, and the more mana you spent, the more your mana efficiency and physical abilities increased by leaps and bounds.
Moreover, once you activated the gift and stopped fighting, it would rebound. Just as quickly as your abilities increased, they decreased.
So even though he had a few chances to use his Gift, Eunha often had to stifle the urge to squirm with an espresso in his mouth.
Luckily, there were a couple of things he noticed.
One, I knew when I was in the gift zone.
And two, that drinking the potion while the gift was active would have lasting effects.
Sipping his espresso, Eunha checked to see which Gifts were still active.
The unnamed Gift, when activated, consumes mana and grows stronger with each use.
But for someone with so little mana in his body, it was a gift that could be used to his advantage or disadvantage.
If he couldn’t deal with his opponents in a short amount of time, he was better off without it.
However, if he could make up for the lack of mana with potions, the situation was different.
«…This is ridiculous.»
A gift that makes you stronger as you consume mana.
I wonder how much stronger I’ll get if I fight while drinking potions.
And it wasn’t just the nameless Gift that was giving her power.
I was also receiving Julieta’s using a single-use artifact.
Sparare a caso.
The numbers increased. Countless arrows flew from different directions, at different speeds.
This time, he didn’t dodge. He deflected them as if the mana in his body was waiting for him.
I turned.
He charged in a straight line, meeting the hail of arrows.
Power overflowed.
The effect of the unnamed gift and <Amplification> overlapping was indescribable.
On top of that, the Fruit Potion Set that Seok Jung had made for me.
At this point, the only benefit of the Fruit Potion Set was the ability to receive buffs without a cooldown.
Before the regression, it was still a far cry from his premium potions.
Nevertheless, his strength surged.
His senses alone had already surpassed the level he’d reached without any support.
…I’m getting tired.
The longer the effects of the unnamed gift lasted, the harder it took on his body.
In theory, the gift would allow me to reach heights that no one else could reach by drinking a potion.
But it was too much for a second-grader’s body to handle.
At some point, the commands from my head and the signals from my body stopped meshing.
My body was slow.
Faster, faster, faster, faster.
I hit a limit that my child’s body couldn’t handle.
Just as I was about to cross that line, the mana in my body twisted.
«What?»
Zenko didn’t miss this opportunity.
His mana had been restored by the potion he had taken from Eunha earlier.
Sparare a caso, Miccia detonante. …Arpése (Butterfly).
Now was his chance.
Zenko saw the mana that had enveloped him disintegrate in an instant, and fired a red glowing arrow.
He ran at the same time. His legs had no intention of stopping.
Miccia detonante.
The area was littered with the remnants of mana scattered by the two as they fought furiously.
«Phew.»
He whistled.
A series of explosions shook the space. Another wave of debris rumbled down from the collapsed ceiling.
Mana sensors deployed.
I caught him.
I caught him as he emerged through the smoke.
When Zenko had recited the spell a moment ago, he had activated a spell he hadn’t yet implemented.
Arpése.
A magic that trapped an opponent in a cage of mana.
In order to use this, it was necessary to grab his ankle.
Miccia detonante did the job well enough.
Mana Crusher.
Eunha smashed the cage that trapped his with a mangoche.
Damn.
Before his body collapsed, the first thing to go was his mangoche.
Developed from the Sirius device, the Mangoshu S3 was a universal device that could be used by anyone with access to mana.
I’m glad it made it this far.
I just wanted it to last longer.
Just a little more, just a little more, and I could take him down.
«Maybe the device didn’t make it, but I’m still here.»
Zenko burst through the smoke.
He had taken advantage of the momentary pause.
l’oppressióne dei deboli (the abuse of the weak).
…the spirits.
Zenko slashed at Kukri. The black energy at the tip of the blade tore through the barrier.
Eunha raised his left hand and blocked the attack with his beret.
The mana coursing through his body bit into Zenko’s body like a snake.
«…Boom!»
Zenko didn’t back down. The pain of having his mana eaten away was worse than the pain of having his flesh eaten away.
It felt like a part of his soul was being shaved off.
«So what. I already lost a hand.»
After losing a hand, it was no time to hold back the fire.
I had to end the battle as quickly as possible.
Blood was still trickling down the section where his hand had been blown off.
His senses were dulling, and if he left it to bleed out, he could die.
So Zenko pummeled the kukri, even as the spirit chewed at his body.
He struck again and again.
«…Kuck!»
The Beretta couldn’t block it.
His hand was shattered.
Eunha switched the Beretta to his right hand and stepped back to leave his position.
There were only a few rounds left.
Zenko, too, had escaped from the spirit, but he didn’t seem to have the strength to stand properly.
Seizing the opportunity, Eunha secured the Beretta with his injured hand and replaced the magazine with his right hand.
«…Ha, damn.»
He lost consciousness for a moment.
There was little mana left in his body.
Zenko exerted force in his legs and leaped.
His body felt heavy.
But he had to finish it.
From the looks of it, the opponent couldn’t control their own power and was self-destructing from within.
Contrassalto (Counterattack).
I gathered my remaining mana. The kukri in his hand cracked, as if it might shatter at any moment.
Black mana coated the blade.
I can swing it once more.
«I will…, I will kill one of you. No, you think I can’t kill you?»
Before the regression, Eunha had not backed down against Kang Hyun-chul, one of the three strongest fighters in Korea.
There were many more Twelve Seateds he had faced.
He could say confidently.
I can never lose to you, who is much weaker than them.
With his right hand, he pulled the trigger.
Once more, then again.
One after another, the flying bullets shattered the barrier of mana around Zenko.
Tianbo.
Zenko wasn’t the only one who thought it was now or never.
Eunha was also thinking that it was time to take him down.
He ducked low and lunged, deflecting the attack.
A thousand…bo.
His legs gave out. He forced herself to take a step, forcing his magic.
A crack.
My body screamed.
Hold on, hold on, damn it!
Gritting his teeth, he swung his uncoordinated legs.
Zenko, whose back was to him, took the blow and fell forward.
But he didn’t fall. Just before he hit the ground, he kept running and gradually straightened his upper body.
He twisted. The mana in his kukri was still going strong.
«Va’ sulla fórca!»
Fuck you!
«I don’t know what you’re saying, but you can die!»
Touch the blade and die.
I didn’t even have time to drink the potion. I clutched at my dwindling mana, barricaded myself, and aimed my gun.
I dodged the flying blade. Stepping on it, I spun around and fired again at the weak spot.
«…Boom!»
The bullet pierced through his side.
For a moment, Zenko’s body shook.
uccidere, uccidere, uccideree!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
I can’t die here.
No, I’ll kill him.
Zenko steeled himself and released the mana he had stored in his Kukri.
The mana ran wild. Out of control, it became a whip, whipping at him, catching his ankle as he luckily ducked backwards.
«Va’ sulla fórca!»
Kukri shattered.
It was none of his business anymore.
He screamed, forcing the pain away.
Moving his heavy body, he leaped at Eunha, who was consumed by the rampant mana.
Landing on his chest, he punched him in the face with his fist.
I can’t die like this.
No, I won’t.
Look who’s going to die.
Die, now.
He swung his fist with all his might.
Eunha raised his hand to point the Beretta at him, but Zenko wasn’t afraid of the muzzle.
Eunha’s mana was still twisted tightly in his body from the mana surge Zenko had unleashed.
It was easy enough for Zenko to punch out the child’s arm.
«Sparare a caso!»
Now he couldn’t use magic without chanting it out loud.
He was out of his mind, and any misuse of magic in this state would result in his demise.
So Zenko used the mana he had available to him to cast a spell with his voice to lock in his skills and imagination.
The number of arrows was noticeably less than the spell he had cast a moment ago.
It was enough.
Now he was in a situation where he couldn’t stand up properly.
«Eècco fatto.»
That’s it.
Zenko signaled, and dozens of arrows rained down on him.
It was impossible to dodge or parry.
«…Haha, haha….»
The arrowstorm was over.
Beyond the smoke, Zenko found him slumped over, face down on the ground.
It was finally over.
Zenko laughed, a winded sound.
It’s over. I lived!
«…Cazzo.»
It was a desperate battle.
The area had been reduced to rubble, with no trace of the hotel.
The fire had not yet been extinguished, even in the ashes.
☆
Even if my legs are broken, I’ll crawl.
Even if my weapon is shattered, I’ll tear it apart.
Desperately,
Tenaciously,
Devoted to evil.
The <Undead> don’t die.
If you’re thinking of sharing my content, please give credit where credit is due! It takes a lot of time and effort to create something, so it’s always appreciated when people respect that and acknowledge the source. Thanks for being a responsible and considerate sharer!
Bibell[Even if it means turning the world into an enemy (10)]
Power surged through him.
A simple flick of his hand sent sparks flying. The mana coursing through his body moved menacingly, as if to protect his master.
«You have that much power, and you’ve been hiding it all this time.»
Zenko asked, lowering his stance.
«Whatever.»
Eunha smiled at the fact that he was wary of him.
Zenko Myron. One of the Tredici, and he’s afraid of a mere second grader.
Well, I wouldn’t believe him either.
But so what.
Reality is inherently unreal.
I take a stance with my mangoche in my right hand and my beretta in my left.
A thousand steps.
It wasn’t hard to reduce the remaining distance to a single step.
He spun to avoid the approaching Kukri in his line of sight, then leaped diagonally with his right foot.
A whirlwind dance.
«……!»
Eight sword slashes at once.
In Zenko’s eyes now, it must have seemed like he was taking over the space, appearing everywhere.
«Who would have wanted to hide?»
«What?»
«How much I wanted to do this.»
«…A, Ahhhhh─! L, Le mani…!!»
…A, Ahhhhh─! My, my hand…!!
I didn’t let my guard down.
I couldn’t let my guard down.
Even so, his wrist was cut off.
Zenko screamed as he held up his left arm, which was only partially severed.
Blood dripped like slime from the cut.
«You’re crying over a severed hand, but if it’s only partially severed, it can be repaired with healing magic.»
Eunha gave me a dumbfounded look.
Then he walked over to the missing hand, still holding the gun, and lifted his foot over it.
«That, stop!»
Zenko Myron, writhing in pain, realized his intentions.
But it was too late.
Eunha had missed several opportunities to kill Zenko in the past.
He couldn’t let this one pass.
«What? Did you think you’d make it out of here alive?
Didn’t I tell you from the beginning? I’m going to kill you.»
There was a snap and a crack, followed by the sound of something twisting.
«Ah….»
Zenko gasped at the sight of the hand that emerged from beneath his swept-away feet.
Fingers grotesquely twisted, the back of the hand bent out of shape.
It wasn’t something that could be easily repaired.
It was no exaggeration to say that he had lost it completely.
«Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo!
You son of a bitch…!»
«Don’t swear in Korean. You don’t speak Korean.
Do you know what I’ve heard so far?»
Eunha pointed to his ears as Zenko lunged at him, discharge spraying from his eyes and mouth.
«I heard you say, ‘You’re an asshole.’ Just because you know how to talk shit doesn’t mean you’re good at it.»
«Cazzo!»
«Yeah, I’d rather like that you say that.»
Zenko’s face flushed. It wasn’t from drunkenness, and it wasn’t from pain.
His mana was beginning to stain a darker and darker color.
Miccia detonante (detonator).
Mana that crackles and sparks.
Tsk.
He knew a similar spell.
Eunha closed the distance, unable to hide his annoyance.
«It doesn’t work, it’s a wide area spell.»
It was a simple technique for a wide area spell. There wasn’t much of a flow of mana.
No. If there was, it was already dense.
Zenko was using the mana in his intestines as a medium to deploy the wide-ranging magic.
I couldn’t help but be drawn in.
A thousand steps.
To minimize the damage, I used the Tenkai.
Miccia detonante was a spell that responded to residual mana. It was an annoying spell that sensed the flow of mana whenever you cast it, and then rode the flow to cause an explosion at the caster.
An explosion occurred beneath my feet.
I managed to dodge the blast, but the recoil sent me flying farther than I had anticipated.
I manage to roll over and take some damage.
My body wouldn’t listen.
Covered in soot, Eunha stood up and checked his condition.
Earlier, Zenko had asked him why he was hiding his power.
He himself had no intention of hiding his power.
He was just waiting for the right time to use it.
The Unnamed Gift was not a power he could activate on his own accord. It was a gift that started when your body’s mana dropped below a certain level, and the more mana you spent, the more your mana efficiency and physical abilities increased by leaps and bounds.
Moreover, once you activated the gift and stopped fighting, it would rebound. Just as quickly as your abilities increased, they decreased.
So even though he had a few chances to use his Gift, Eunha often had to stifle the urge to squirm with an espresso in his mouth.
Luckily, there were a couple of things he noticed.
One, I knew when I was in the gift zone.
And two, that drinking the potion while the gift was active would have lasting effects.
Sipping his espresso, Eunha checked to see which Gifts were still active.
The unnamed Gift, when activated, consumes mana and grows stronger with each use.
But for someone with so little mana in his body, it was a gift that could be used to his advantage or disadvantage.
If he couldn’t deal with his opponents in a short amount of time, he was better off without it.
However, if he could make up for the lack of mana with potions, the situation was different.
«…This is ridiculous.»
A gift that makes you stronger as you consume mana.
I wonder how much stronger I’ll get if I fight while drinking potions.
And it wasn’t just the nameless Gift that was giving her power.
I was also receiving Julieta’s using a single-use artifact.
Sparare a caso.
The numbers increased. Countless arrows flew from different directions, at different speeds.
This time, he didn’t dodge. He deflected them as if the mana in his body was waiting for him.
I turned.
He charged in a straight line, meeting the hail of arrows.
Power overflowed.
The effect of the unnamed gift and <Amplification> overlapping was indescribable.
On top of that, the Fruit Potion Set that Seok Jung had made for me.
At this point, the only benefit of the Fruit Potion Set was the ability to receive buffs without a cooldown.
Before the regression, it was still a far cry from his premium potions.
Nevertheless, his strength surged.
His senses alone had already surpassed the level he’d reached without any support.
…I’m getting tired.
The longer the effects of the unnamed gift lasted, the harder it took on his body.
In theory, the gift would allow me to reach heights that no one else could reach by drinking a potion.
But it was too much for a second-grader’s body to handle.
At some point, the commands from my head and the signals from my body stopped meshing.
My body was slow.
Faster, faster, faster, faster.
I hit a limit that my child’s body couldn’t handle.
Just as I was about to cross that line, the mana in my body twisted.
«What?»
Zenko didn’t miss this opportunity.
His mana had been restored by the potion he had taken from Eunha earlier.
Sparare a caso, Miccia detonante. …Arpése (Butterfly).
Now was his chance.
Zenko saw the mana that had enveloped him disintegrate in an instant, and fired a red glowing arrow.
He ran at the same time. His legs had no intention of stopping.
Miccia detonante.
The area was littered with the remnants of mana scattered by the two as they fought furiously.
«Phew.»
He whistled.
A series of explosions shook the space. Another wave of debris rumbled down from the collapsed ceiling.
Mana sensors deployed.
I caught him.
I caught him as he emerged through the smoke.
When Zenko had recited the spell a moment ago, he had activated a spell he hadn’t yet implemented.
Arpése.
A magic that trapped an opponent in a cage of mana.
In order to use this, it was necessary to grab his ankle.
Miccia detonante did the job well enough.
Mana Crusher.
Eunha smashed the cage that trapped his with a mangoche.
Damn.
Before his body collapsed, the first thing to go was his mangoche.
Developed from the Sirius device, the Mangoshu S3 was a universal device that could be used by anyone with access to mana.
I’m glad it made it this far.
I just wanted it to last longer.
Just a little more, just a little more, and I could take him down.
«Maybe the device didn’t make it, but I’m still here.»
Zenko burst through the smoke.
He had taken advantage of the momentary pause.
l’oppressióne dei deboli (the abuse of the weak).
…the spirits.
Zenko slashed at Kukri. The black energy at the tip of the blade tore through the barrier.
Eunha raised his left hand and blocked the attack with his beret.
The mana coursing through his body bit into Zenko’s body like a snake.
«…Boom!»
Zenko didn’t back down. The pain of having his mana eaten away was worse than the pain of having his flesh eaten away.
It felt like a part of his soul was being shaved off.
«So what. I already lost a hand.»
After losing a hand, it was no time to hold back the fire.
I had to end the battle as quickly as possible.
Blood was still trickling down the section where his hand had been blown off.
His senses were dulling, and if he left it to bleed out, he could die.
So Zenko pummeled the kukri, even as the spirit chewed at his body.
He struck again and again.
«…Kuck!»
The Beretta couldn’t block it.
His hand was shattered.
Eunha switched the Beretta to his right hand and stepped back to leave his position.
There were only a few rounds left.
Zenko, too, had escaped from the spirit, but he didn’t seem to have the strength to stand properly.
Seizing the opportunity, Eunha secured the Beretta with his injured hand and replaced the magazine with his right hand.
«…Ha, damn.»
He lost consciousness for a moment.
There was little mana left in his body.
Zenko exerted force in his legs and leaped.
His body felt heavy.
But he had to finish it.
From the looks of it, the opponent couldn’t control their own power and was self-destructing from within.
Contrassalto (Counterattack).
I gathered my remaining mana. The kukri in his hand cracked, as if it might shatter at any moment.
Black mana coated the blade.
I can swing it once more.
«I will…, I will kill one of you. No, you think I can’t kill you?»
Before the regression, Eunha had not backed down against Kang Hyun-chul, one of the three strongest fighters in Korea.
There were many more Twelve Seateds he had faced.
He could say confidently.
I can never lose to you, who is much weaker than them.
With his right hand, he pulled the trigger.
Once more, then again.
One after another, the flying bullets shattered the barrier of mana around Zenko.
Tianbo.
Zenko wasn’t the only one who thought it was now or never.
Eunha was also thinking that it was time to take him down.
He ducked low and lunged, deflecting the attack.
A thousand…bo.
His legs gave out. He forced herself to take a step, forcing his magic.
A crack.
My body screamed.
Hold on, hold on, damn it!
Gritting his teeth, he swung his uncoordinated legs.
Zenko, whose back was to him, took the blow and fell forward.
But he didn’t fall. Just before he hit the ground, he kept running and gradually straightened his upper body.
He twisted. The mana in his kukri was still going strong.
«Va’ sulla fórca!»
Fuck you!
«I don’t know what you’re saying, but you can die!»
Touch the blade and die.
I didn’t even have time to drink the potion. I clutched at my dwindling mana, barricaded myself, and aimed my gun.
I dodged the flying blade. Stepping on it, I spun around and fired again at the weak spot.
«…Boom!»
The bullet pierced through his side.
For a moment, Zenko’s body shook.
uccidere, uccidere, uccideree!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
I can’t die here.
No, I’ll kill him.
Zenko steeled himself and released the mana he had stored in his Kukri.
The mana ran wild. Out of control, it became a whip, whipping at him, catching his ankle as he luckily ducked backwards.
«Va’ sulla fórca!»
Kukri shattered.
It was none of his business anymore.
He screamed, forcing the pain away.
Moving his heavy body, he leaped at Eunha, who was consumed by the rampant mana.
Landing on his chest, he punched him in the face with his fist.
I can’t die like this.
No, I won’t.
Look who’s going to die.
Die, now.
He swung his fist with all his might.
Eunha raised his hand to point the Beretta at him, but Zenko wasn’t afraid of the muzzle.
Eunha’s mana was still twisted tightly in his body from the mana surge Zenko had unleashed.
It was easy enough for Zenko to punch out the child’s arm.
«Sparare a caso!»
Now he couldn’t use magic without chanting it out loud.
He was out of his mind, and any misuse of magic in this state would result in his demise.
So Zenko used the mana he had available to him to cast a spell with his voice to lock in his skills and imagination.
The number of arrows was noticeably less than the spell he had cast a moment ago.
It was enough.
Now he was in a situation where he couldn’t stand up properly.
«Eècco fatto.»
That’s it.
Zenko signaled, and dozens of arrows rained down on him.
It was impossible to dodge or parry.
«…Haha, haha….»
The arrowstorm was over.
Beyond the smoke, Zenko found him slumped over, face down on the ground.
It was finally over.
Zenko laughed, a winded sound.
It’s over. I lived!
«…Cazzo.»
It was a desperate battle.
The area had been reduced to rubble, with no trace of the hotel.
The fire had not yet been extinguished, even in the ashes.
☆
Even if my legs are broken, I’ll crawl.
Even if my weapon is shattered, I’ll tear it apart.
Desperately,
Tenaciously,
Devoted to evil.
The <Undead> don’t die.
