“The Demon Race uses magic, unlike the Celestial Race.”
“That’s a misunderstanding. Both the Celestial Race and the Demon Race use magic. It’s just that the primary ability of the Demon Race is magic.”
“Isn’t that what you said?”
A man with blue hair, symbolizing the Celestial Race, sits on a crumbling giant rock, staring at me.
In his hand is one of the eight sacred weapons of the Celestial Race, the unending flood “Lupein”.
As I gaze at it, he frowns and speaks.
“You won’t get it just by looking.”
“Is my life not worth enough?”
“You’ve already paid half its worth. The rest isn’t even a bargain.”
The value is taken for granted. The cost.
Everyone here hates the Celestial Race, yet paradoxically, they follow their ways.
This will continue until not a drop of Celestial blood remains in my body.
“The Celestial Race must be hunting you down. How about handing it over willingly?”
“If you take this, you’ll become like me. If you want that, I can give it to you.”
The spear twirls around.
As if it’s asking whether someone like you could handle this.
I nodded.
“…For now, that’s impossible.”
“Then hurry up and settle it.”
“What bad luck… this is why the bloodline of Artlax…”
Tsk. He clicks his tongue and rises from the rock.
“I am human. My personality and bloodline have no connection.”
“Stop with the nonsense and block this.”
From the Lupein in his hand, a strange voice bursts forth.
And then, a massive wave of magical power crashes down.
That divine, no, completely different magic was rough and heavy.
“You should be grateful I’m not a Demon.”
Whatever you imagine.
The magic of the Demon Race transcends that.
■
A wave of black magical energy crashes down.
The opponent is a Great Magic Sword Master wielding a black greatsword.
He looks like a warrior wielding a greatsword, but in fact, he’s closer to a mage.
The physical body infused with magical power and the skill in manipulating it. The ability to channel magic into the greatsword and move it freely as well.
He could be considered a battle mage rather than just a swordsman.
Yeah, he might even be like my past self.
That makes him easier to face.
“Magic cannot negate anything that is not Demon magic.”
The green spear is imbued with the wind of a spirit.
In an instant, the spirit’s wind swirls in the arena, piercing through the heavy wave of magical power.
I begin to push through the waves of heavy magical power.
But, as expected from a ranker, even the simple, spread-out magical energy carries weight.
I have to use a different approach to move forward.
“Roar of the Spear.”
In the past, this technique was inspired by one of the ancient Celestials witnessing the Dragon’s Breath.
To the ancient Celestials, it must have seemed like an effortless technique, but its value was proven when it sliced through the Dragon Lord in one blow.
“…!!”
The storm of the spear tears apart the black magical power.
With a feeling as though mana is being forcibly ripped away, the storm’s spear tip grazes Black’s left side and right shoulder.
Black urgently retreats from the sudden attack.
Seizing the opportunity, I launch the spear.
No, it didn’t just launch.
It merely appeared that way before the swift onslaught of the spear pierced Black’s heart.
“Drake!”
At that moment, the greatsword, sharp as teeth, blocks the spearhead.
Gagagagagagagak!!!
A battle of strength begins, and Black’s feet are gradually pushed to the edge of the curtain.
With gritted teeth, Black forces the spear back, and the clash between spear and greatsword commences.
Kaka-kang!
In the struggle between spear and greatsword, the spear holds the advantage.
Of course, matchups can vary depending on the person, but both Black and I are exceptional masters.
Seeing that this won’t do, Black steps back once more, swinging the greatsword above and below.
Whoosh— whoosh— the sound of swords rings out from all around.
“Is that a skill?”
Instinctively, I block the incoming sword energy.
It’s not just one.
As I deflect the oncoming sword energy and soar into the sky, several massive greatswords target me.
They bear a resemblance to the Magic Sword Master I faced in the ranked battle before, yet there’s a distinct difference.
A different dimension altogether.
“Indeed, a ranker.”
As I predicted, rankers possess abilities beyond what one can imagine.
A faint smile appears on Black’s lips.
He thinks that with this level of attack, while he might not incapacitate me, he can at least deal some effective blows.
I realign the spear, twisting it and spinning it around.
In an instant, the flow of magical power breaks, and the sword energy disperses.
The scattered mana recombines to clash with the spearhead.
Suddenly, I am pushed back by the heavy magic in the air. I sustain minor injuries, but nothing too severe.
At the same time, I move the spear quickly, swinging it twice.
Rumbling.
The spearhead of the wind is shot.
Black, dripping with crimson magical power, sticks out his tongue and boldly marches forward, taking the spear’s attack head-on.
Though a Magic Sword Master, he possesses the body and mythical artifact of a swordsman, so he doesn’t suffer much damage.
“I’m sorry! Lady Lily!”
As if preparing a finishing move, his black greatsword begins to glow red.
In an instant, a part of the arena and the plaza of Runos turns dark, and a black moon rises.
A momentary manifestation technique that calls forth something.
The greatsword, empowered by the energy of the black moon, grows larger.
Its teeth become sharper, emitting an even stranger voice than before, as the greatsword unleashes its final blow.
From the commentary booth, which had been quiet to focus, a voice exclaims, “Is that a Moon Cutter?!!”
“A Moon Cutter, huh.”
What a cool name.
Though it’s not the real moon, an attack that slices the moon is unleashed.
If I were to take that hit, I definitely wouldn’t come out unscathed.
Black’s attack was fierce, and I had already suffered a few minor scratches.
I twist the spear once more.
The dark magical power, which has already adapted sufficiently, begins to flow quietly through my hands.
The small, gentle flow of magical power becomes so rough it’s visibly unusual.
Cracks begin to form in the once dark arena.
Something blue is visible through the cracks.
Snap-!
The Moon Cutter, solidly constructed by the skill bestowed by the system, shatters due to external interference.
The broken magical power does not return to its master but finds a new one.
A green spear darkens.
A spear filled with such tremendous magical power that I can feel its weight.
It’s no wonder it’s a ranker’s technique.
Seeing the darkened spear, Black mutters in disbelief, “Even this…?”
“Is this how it’s done?”
The spear draws a line across the world.
“Moon Cutter.”
The black spear cleaved through the moon, Black, and everything.
■
“Wow.”
“Wow…?”
─What am I looking at?
─Is it over?
[??]
[????????]
[What the hell happened?]
[What’s going on?]
Everyone could only stand with their mouths agape at the match.
The battle began in Black’s “Dark Field.”
It all started.
Imbuing the greatsword with mana and swinging it to create a battlefield in his favor.
And then Lily counterattacked, breaking through the dark field and establishing her territory.
As the exchanges of offense and defense continued…
– …Did she just follow the Moon Cleave?
The ultimate skill of the Great Magic Sword Master’s third class advancement, which is a hidden job.
After negating ‘Moon Cleave,’ she sent it right back.
And she did it with sheer force, not as a skill.
It was definitely realized not with a ‘sword’ but with a ‘spear.’
[What the hell?]
[Seriously, what was that just now?]
[Why is Lily using Moon Cleave?]
[I believed in Lily, damn it~ I believed in Lily, damn it~ I believed in Lily, damn it~ I believed in Lily, damn it~]
[What the hell is going on, seriously? LOL]
[Last time she shot fire, and now she’s using Moon Cleave too? LOL]
[Wow, is she insane or what?]
[So cool, I think I’m falling for her!]
[Lily wins! Lily wins! Lily wins! Lily wins! Lily wins! Lily wins! Lily wins! Lily wins!]
[Lily has won, right? LOL]
[It was obvious from the moment Yena lost, right?]
[Black ranker, take off that title LOL, 9th place is losing!]
[From today, I’ll start training in swordsmanship, LOL, ranker title on tight!]
Amidst the chaos of the chat window and plaza, with players watching the match and the commentary booth broadcasting everything, the caster finally managed to speak.
– …Lily has triumphed. Honestly, this is such a surprise, we’ve never had something like this before.
– As far as I know, Lily has proficiently utilized the new features added to Deoen this time. Perhaps that’s what’s reflected in her performance…
– Whatever it may be, Lily’s number of attacks and defense, and her interactions during the match were truly professional.
– That’s right. Moreover, completely blocking all of Black’s ‘Multi Blades’ was absolutely remarkable…
As everyone marveled, Chuka Chip, quietly watching the spectacle, turned away and left the plaza, seemingly losing interest.
“…Crazy girl.”
That could have been a total disaster if I had gotten pulled in.
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