Somewhere…
[Warning! You are being confronted with unimaginable power.]
[Warning! Consider a tactical retreat.]
[You have entered a Maxed Death Sentence!]
[You have been challenged by the Viper. Prepare yourself.]
[The pressure of the power is impossible to withstand!]
[You have entered PVP combat!]
[Life and Death! Survive!]
Dark coughed out a mouthful of blood as HE approached. Tears fell from his eyes—all of his servants…his friends—his family in this world, laid in a bloody heap inside the palace. High levels, some even in the three hundreds, taken down easily by this man. What could Dark possibly do? Even the man's servants were too strong. Their levels showed up as red question marks.
"I would've thought the Leaf to be stronger than this," the man said. "You're the first non-native of the game I've met and yet, just a brat. If you weren't one of the five, I'd consider sparing you, motivate you to get stronger to face me properly. Shame that I cannot do that."
Dark analyzed him.
Name: Aunder.
Level: ???
Type: Antagonist/ Viper. Esper.
HP: ???%
MP: Infinite.
Spirit Sign: Legendary soul.
Tears continued to drop…All he wanted to do was have a better life. He escaped his hell on earth and found it, only to have it ripped away by this man. Death himself in the flesh.
"No need to cry over your servants, they're not dead," Aunder said, "just beaten bloody for attacking without provocation. Lack of honor for servants if you asked me. Protecting a weak lord..heh. Now, die in peace, die in honor. Get up and face me with your last breath. Unsheathe your weapon."
Dark forced himself to stand up from the cold rocky ground. What he saw through the black cloak were glowing purple eyes. Death's glare.
[You have been ensnared.]
[You have been inflicted with fear and despair.]
[Your passive skill Soul protection prevents you from succumbing to the status alignments.]
Dark drew his black sword, took a deep breath then exhaled. He would go down with a fight, for his servants and friends and for Ikumi…whom he could never confess his love….He put aside the thoughts and focused.
[You have invoked Burst Mode.]
Surrounded in white aura, he raced forward, knowing he was a fool, and brought down the first blade, right into the Viper's afterimage. Aunder placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Try harder."
Dark snarled as he swung but missed and missed and missed and missed.
"Is this a game to you," he yelled.
Aunder shrugged.
"Isn't that what they called it?"
"Great power—hurgh!"
[You activated Dark Bolt Shock Field.]
A field of dark energy and electricity expanded from the young man in a sphere. It reminded Dark of an ability called Raid Ender. Or maybe Vegeta's final explosion from Dragonball. He shook his head. Even in front of Death, he still thought of silly things.
"I am Dark, who will conquer this world," he said. "Great lord of the dark."
Aunder laughed, walking through his shock field casually.
"A bit delusional I see," he said. "I suppose that's a possibility when you're given power. Well, I guess this is it—the extent of what you can do. Dark element and that's it. Maybe you'll be reincarnated into someone capable of fighting me."
"My lord," said one of his servants, a pretty dark-haired woman. "Let me. Don't bloody your blade."
"I must. It is a duel, now back off. Let him die with honor."
Dark fell to his knees, shaking. He didn't want to die. The man before him couldn't be sane. He was just not real. Not one of them. Why was he granted this ridiculous power and not everyone else? Not even the normie would have time to—
Dark gasped as the piercing, agonizing pain erupted into his chest. His breathing grew short. He forcibly held in the tears of fear and defeat. He realized that he was just a nineteen-year-old child, playing pretend in a demon's world. Attempting to escape the hellish reality of his old life for his dream life. Living inside an anime, apart of it, with power and actual friends. And now he had to die for just wanting to be liked.
Aunder suddenly pulled back his blade and the pain vanished. Selkie stood in front of him, full glory—power and light raging around her.
"BEGONE! YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM!"
Winds and lightning and hundreds of colors pushed toward the Viper.
"Damn pretty lady, no need to hit me with an angelic scream." Aunder laughed as if warmhearted. "How about it? Will you fight me in his stead? I'll kill him another day."
[Selkie's heal has stabilized you. You are cleared of all injury and status alignments.]
Selkie was already in Aunder's guard, but couldn't touch him. The Viper laughed.
"Feisty. I like them with a little spark."
Dark had to do something about this, but what? The Viper would do more than just wipe the floor with him. He'd…
Dark stood. Of course….the system warned him. A tactical retreat. He would force Selkie and himself to…And abandon all of his servants to die. Ikumi.
[Aunder continues to take no damage.]
[Selkie's HP has dropped to 21%]
[Selkie's Hp has dropped to 9%]
There was no time.
[You activated Tier 3 Skill: A Last Retreat.]
[You selected Selkie to travel with you. You will be whisked away to Dark Elf Territory, Messalay, Satovia.]
Aunder's blade missed by just a centimeter as Dark's power took he and his companion away.
I'm sorry, he thought as the new land emerged around him. He could only hope that the Viper did not see them as worthy of his time.
He allowed himself to collapse, trembling. Those glowing purple eyes of death. The attack on his palace that came out of nowhere. The feeling of the blade which claimed his soul.
Dark did not want to face the Esper ever again. He truly was a Viper.
Somewhere in Lot City…
Ming let out a breath as she finished both her main works. Her mind couldn't be released from the thought of actually meeting the man who wielded the forbidden spellcaster deck. Then her stupid cousin had to go and ruin everything. Where did she learn magic? She showed no signs of being gifted before. And as if things weren't already bad, the entire family was hit by scandals, left and right. If her parents didn't work abroad, there was no doubt Abe Tanaka, one of the most powerful men in the city, would've taken them out too. To think she met his daughter, all over her future husband. Ming let out an exasperated sigh. Nothing short of a miracle that she was able to write and draw under such stress.
Despite everything, she stood as gifted too, with powers she could wield to help out the Stone. Venus knew Ming wanted to be useful to him. She didn't get the chance to sit and talk with Clyde, to tell the young man things that he needed to know. The girls around him didn't give her the chance.
"Dammit, Chika's such a bitch…and she is not." Ming dove into her bed, burying her face into the pillow. "I'm supposed to be one of the Stone's prophets and I can't get over simple intimidation of other girls. No…they're gifted too. And powerful."
Ming clenched her fist, determined. She wouldn't give in—he'd be hers and she'd actually utilize her powers to see him succeed in his quest. Venus knew she would.
This has been volume three of The Anime Trope System. The episodes will remain in order.
The next story arc is underway!
Clyde's story continues, and his mystery slowly unravels. The journey still has quite the way to go as it brings out more and more. It's certainly not limited to just one city or world.
Fate is a mysterious string.
Hello, you amazing anime, novel, fantasy, and manga fans. I'm Alvin Atwater and I would just like to take the time to thank everyone who read and support the series. Please consider leaving a review on Amazon as you see fit. It truly helps me out. In the meantime, I will get back to work as this series is very fun to write. The number of plans and ideas feel endless.
Audiobooks for Audible are currently in production. I can also be found on www.AlvinJAtwater.com.
And until the next volume, have a good one.
Somewhere…
[Warning! You are being confronted with unimaginable power.]
[Warning! Consider a tactical retreat.]
[You have entered a Maxed Death Sentence!]
[You have been challenged by the Viper. Prepare yourself.]
[The pressure of the power is impossible to withstand!]
[You have entered PVP combat!]
[Life and Death! Survive!]
Dark coughed out a mouthful of blood as HE approached. Tears fell from his eyes—all of his servants…his friends—his family in this world, laid in a bloody heap inside the palace. High levels, some even in the three hundreds, taken down easily by this man. What could Dark possibly do? Even the man's servants were too strong. Their levels showed up as red question marks.
"I would've thought the Leaf to be stronger than this," the man said. "You're the first non-native of the game I've met and yet, just a brat. If you weren't one of the five, I'd consider sparing you, motivate you to get stronger to face me properly. Shame that I cannot do that."
Dark analyzed him.
Name: Aunder.
Level: ???
Type: Antagonist/ Viper. Esper.
HP: ???%
MP: Infinite.
Spirit Sign: Legendary soul.
Tears continued to drop…All he wanted to do was have a better life. He escaped his hell on earth and found it, only to have it ripped away by this man. Death himself in the flesh.
"No need to cry over your servants, they're not dead," Aunder said, "just beaten bloody for attacking without provocation. Lack of honor for servants if you asked me. Protecting a weak lord..heh. Now, die in peace, die in honor. Get up and face me with your last breath. Unsheathe your weapon."
Dark forced himself to stand up from the cold rocky ground. What he saw through the black cloak were glowing purple eyes. Death's glare.
[You have been ensnared.]
[You have been inflicted with fear and despair.]
[Your passive skill Soul protection prevents you from succumbing to the status alignments.]
Dark drew his black sword, took a deep breath then exhaled. He would go down with a fight, for his servants and friends and for Ikumi…whom he could never confess his love….He put aside the thoughts and focused.
[You have invoked Burst Mode.]
Surrounded in white aura, he raced forward, knowing he was a fool, and brought down the first blade, right into the Viper's afterimage. Aunder placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Try harder."
Dark snarled as he swung but missed and missed and missed and missed.
"Is this a game to you," he yelled.
Aunder shrugged.
"Isn't that what they called it?"
"Great power—hurgh!"
[You activated Dark Bolt Shock Field.]
A field of dark energy and electricity expanded from the young man in a sphere. It reminded Dark of an ability called Raid Ender. Or maybe Vegeta's final explosion from Dragonball. He shook his head. Even in front of Death, he still thought of silly things.
"I am Dark, who will conquer this world," he said. "Great lord of the dark."
Aunder laughed, walking through his shock field casually.
"A bit delusional I see," he said. "I suppose that's a possibility when you're given power. Well, I guess this is it—the extent of what you can do. Dark element and that's it. Maybe you'll be reincarnated into someone capable of fighting me."
"My lord," said one of his servants, a pretty dark-haired woman. "Let me. Don't bloody your blade."
"I must. It is a duel, now back off. Let him die with honor."
Dark fell to his knees, shaking. He didn't want to die. The man before him couldn't be sane. He was just not real. Not one of them. Why was he granted this ridiculous power and not everyone else? Not even the normie would have time to—
Dark gasped as the piercing, agonizing pain erupted into his chest. His breathing grew short. He forcibly held in the tears of fear and defeat. He realized that he was just a nineteen-year-old child, playing pretend in a demon's world. Attempting to escape the hellish reality of his old life for his dream life. Living inside an anime, apart of it, with power and actual friends. And now he had to die for just wanting to be liked.
Aunder suddenly pulled back his blade and the pain vanished. Selkie stood in front of him, full glory—power and light raging around her.
"BEGONE! YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM!"
Winds and lightning and hundreds of colors pushed toward the Viper.
"Damn pretty lady, no need to hit me with an angelic scream." Aunder laughed as if warmhearted. "How about it? Will you fight me in his stead? I'll kill him another day."
[Selkie's heal has stabilized you. You are cleared of all injury and status alignments.]
Selkie was already in Aunder's guard, but couldn't touch him. The Viper laughed.
"Feisty. I like them with a little spark."
Dark had to do something about this, but what? The Viper would do more than just wipe the floor with him. He'd…
Dark stood. Of course….the system warned him. A tactical retreat. He would force Selkie and himself to…And abandon all of his servants to die. Ikumi.
[Aunder continues to take no damage.]
[Selkie's HP has dropped to 21%]
[Selkie's Hp has dropped to 9%]
There was no time.
[You activated Tier 3 Skill: A Last Retreat.]
[You selected Selkie to travel with you. You will be whisked away to Dark Elf Territory, Messalay, Satovia.]
Aunder's blade missed by just a centimeter as Dark's power took he and his companion away.
I'm sorry, he thought as the new land emerged around him. He could only hope that the Viper did not see them as worthy of his time.
He allowed himself to collapse, trembling. Those glowing purple eyes of death. The attack on his palace that came out of nowhere. The feeling of the blade which claimed his soul.
Dark did not want to face the Esper ever again. He truly was a Viper.
Somewhere in Lot City…
Ming let out a breath as she finished both her main works. Her mind couldn't be released from the thought of actually meeting the man who wielded the forbidden spellcaster deck. Then her stupid cousin had to go and ruin everything. Where did she learn magic? She showed no signs of being gifted before. And as if things weren't already bad, the entire family was hit by scandals, left and right. If her parents didn't work abroad, there was no doubt Abe Tanaka, one of the most powerful men in the city, would've taken them out too. To think she met his daughter, all over her future husband. Ming let out an exasperated sigh. Nothing short of a miracle that she was able to write and draw under such stress.
Despite everything, she stood as gifted too, with powers she could wield to help out the Stone. Venus knew Ming wanted to be useful to him. She didn't get the chance to sit and talk with Clyde, to tell the young man things that he needed to know. The girls around him didn't give her the chance.
"Dammit, Chika's such a bitch…and she is not." Ming dove into her bed, burying her face into the pillow. "I'm supposed to be one of the Stone's prophets and I can't get over simple intimidation of other girls. No…they're gifted too. And powerful."
Ming clenched her fist, determined. She wouldn't give in—he'd be hers and she'd actually utilize her powers to see him succeed in his quest. Venus knew she would.
This has been volume three of The Anime Trope System. The episodes will remain in order.
The next story arc is underway!
Clyde's story continues, and his mystery slowly unravels. The journey still has quite the way to go as it brings out more and more. It's certainly not limited to just one city or world.
Fate is a mysterious string.
Hello, you amazing anime, novel, fantasy, and manga fans. I'm Alvin Atwater and I would just like to take the time to thank everyone who read and support the series. Please consider leaving a review on Amazon as you see fit. It truly helps me out. In the meantime, I will get back to work as this series is very fun to write. The number of plans and ideas feel endless.
Audiobooks for Audible are currently in production. I can also be found on www.AlvinJAtwater.com.
And until the next volume, have a good one.
