Nightmares, the Master, and challengers each possess a finishing move, without exception.
A truly cool finishing move.
Or perhaps, a second phase.
Carpen wields his Blood Aura to enhance his body.
Thinking about it makes me tear up a little, but Luchi… she delivers a strike that slices through the very fabric of the world.
Kalt transforms, becoming one with shadows.
Yuria and Rubia are no different…
And right in front of me, Tylant is the same.
All beings who have reached a high realm possess such abilities.
I don’t know how the monsters arise.
Humans, I’ve heard, evolve their unique skills to a new level.
From there, the Masters and the challengers split off, but… I’m neither, so I’ll pass.
Anyway, I admired those abilities.
Honestly… they’re just too cool.
They always appeared in the manga or novels I used to read.
I mean… who wouldn’t admire them?
So, I tried hard.
I wanted to possess a finishing move just like that.
But even after rolling around for five years, nothing showed up.
Because I lacked magical power.
If only I could’ve taken elixirs like ‘me’ now, I would’ve had it in no time.
Back then… I was really different from now.
Hmm! Anyway!
After that, three more years passed.
After a total of 8 years of rolling, struggling, and skirting the line of death, I finally got a finishing move!
I was so happy and elated that I didn’t sleep for two days, just hunting…
After gaining a finishing move, my life took a lot of twists and turns… but it also helped me a lot.
With that finishing move, I obliterated all nightmares.
And I took down all nine Masters.
Just before I was about to kill the ancient dragon,
That dragon named my finishing move.
Honestly.
To be truly honest… it sounds so cool.
I liked it a lot.
Maybe because a villain named it makes it even better.
But… no one in this world knows that name.
It’s not like, “Everyone who saw this is dead and not around anymore…” Of course, it’s true that they all died, but… that’s not the reason.
I just felt embarrassed… to say it out loud.
Honestly, it’s cool… but it might sound a bit… childish to others.
There’s no need to call out its name when using it.
Um… actually, when no one was around, I tried shouting it a few times.
I tried shouting, murmuring quietly, and setting the mood… speaking weightily.
Ahem… Anyway.
The name of that finishing move is—
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The blue eyes scatter on the wind.
They melt into the air.
Hiding their form, they drift around.
The second phase of Tylant has begun.
The blue eyes, now dissolved in the air, are the essence of Tylant’s magical energy.
In phase one, there were no signs for Tylant’s magic, but entering phase two amplifies that to a greater extent.
Generation.
Not activation, but generation.
No, it’s hard to describe it even as generation.
There’s no word but generation to explain it.
It simply appears in a space where nothing existed.
All the magic he desires comes into existence effortlessly.
He pours out magical power earnestly and lifts his right foot.
And.
Small ice spikes formed where his foot landed.
They just appeared.
As if they’d been there all along, naturally.
There’s no sound.
No feeling of magical movement.
You truly feel nothing.
It’s precisely because of this second phase that we absolutely cannot send him to Ursphere.
Everyone but Rubia could die.
It would definitely happen.
So… how do you counter such a god-tier ability?
There’s a way for someone as strong as me.
Even though I can’t feel anything.
Through my senses, I can confirm everything I picture one by one.
Of course, I have to check every speck of his magical energy that’s dissolved in the air, but I, as I am now, have no problem with that.
I’ve taken two bottles of elixirs.
And, I have my finishing move.
It takes a bit of preparation time.
But as long as I can somehow endure until then,
I will win.
I maintained the release of my magical power and gripped the Great Sword.
Then, like before, I closed my eyes and concentrated my senses.
The small snowflakes floating in the air.
They look pretty at first, but the petals sprouting are all made of blades.
Just inhaling would tear apart lungs; I created those snowflakes.
And, they begin to move.
The petals fold and unfold.
As they open, they stimulate other snowflakes.
The awakened snowflakes awaken another.
Thus.
The unfurling snowflakes.
Become gigantic blades that rip through the air.
Before my eyes, as if they had always existed.
The blades manifested.
Swinging the Great Sword, I swatted them away.
The shattered remnants became another blade.
They mixed with the wind.
I stomped my feet and swung the Great Sword.
The rough pressure that bloomed repelled the blade wind.
Then.
The giant Tylant charged at me, bursting his muscles to the limit.
Without dodging, I kept watching his movements until the end.
As he approached the limit,
I raised my sword in time with the flow and twisted it.
Not only letting the power directed at me flow away but also returning it.
Noah’s trademark, Fluid Flow.
Crack-!
With a delightful sound, Tylant’s body staggered.
Not missing the gap, I immediately raised the Great Sword and struck.
A suddenly generated ice wall blocked the sword’s path, but I tore through it with force.
Thud-! Tylant’s head snapped back.
The speed slowed a bit, but the hit landed properly.
As I was about to follow up with another strike,
I immediately evaded and jumped back.
A hole appeared where I just stood.
From the hole, thousands of ice spikes shot out.
I ducked and raised the Great Sword.
The ice chunk above my head exploded.
Once more, I swung the Great Sword to clear away the debris.
Boom-! The remnants embedded in the ground exploded, creating a snow fog.
Within the fog, hundreds of spells already existed.
I couldn’t draw a path to evade.
I had to rely on the information drawn from my senses, using my eyes and feelings to avoid attacks.
Surely, all the seals were released, so there was absolutely no delay.
It was a nuisance.
I dodged an ice shard that was shot at me.
The position I dodged to had a blade generated.
I broke it with my elbow and pressed forward.
A rock fell from where I stood.
The ground shook.
As the tremors settled, fine blades came rushing in.
Holding my breath, I scattered the Great Sword.
Without stopping my feet, I moved forward slowly.
I forcibly stopped my extended leg and jabbed the Great Sword in.
I don’t even know what it was, but I broke it before it even formed.
Tylant’s three arms swung.
I dodged, parried, and waited.
Once more, I used Fluid Flow.
Crack-!
I couldn’t follow up with another strike.
Feeling regret, I turned my back.
As I swung the Great Sword, icicles burst where I swung it.
Using the recoil, I spun my body around.
Boom-! Other spells were severed.
The speed at which the spells generated started accelerating rapidly.
Slowly, it became hard to distinguish what spells they were.
The moment the snowflakes moved, I swung the Great Sword.
As I swung, spells formed.
Wounds grew on my body.
The blood I shed increased.
The fragments lodged in the Great Sword wriggled, stimulating me.
I didn’t hesitate and continued to slice through spells.
As the fog began to lift, Tylant’s arms greeted me.
I could handle up to two with Fluid Flow, but four was tough.
I clicked my tongue and swung the Great Sword.
Kakakakang-!
The rebound transmitted a feeling as if bones were being ripped apart.
The first arm was flung away.
The second arm bent.
The third arm stopped the Great Sword.
Crack-! The fourth arm struck my body.
The sound reverberated within me.
My body crashed into the ground.
All my bones shattered. Pierced through my organs.
Blood gushed from the organs, bursting from my mouth, tearing the skin.
Immediately, I utilized an elixir to recover from the wounds.
The remaining amount of elixir was just enough for one more use.
Rolling back, I deflected the ensuing attacks.
I swung the Great Sword, severing the generated spells.
I scattered the Great Sword here and there, creating distance.
And then.
I buried the Great Sword into the ground.
Crimson magical power began to overlay the space.
Still, it’s not enough.
I spread my arms and unleashed the remaining magical power.
I squeezed out every last drop.
The magical power turned nearly black, covering the earth.
It stained the sky.
Slowly obscuring the sun.
Tylant’s magic halted.
His movements ceased.
He gazed intently at me.
The red earth.
The red sky.
The black sun.
Taking in the entire scene,
I quietly whispered to ‘me’, who decided not to listen anyway.
This is an ability that must never be enlightened.
A cursed power.
“I hope you walk a different path.”
The Great Sword stabbed into the ground disappears.
And then.
In my outstretched right hand, another Great Sword materializes.
Gripping the Great Sword, I swung it.
It’s far away.
But, I have cut it.
The space is sliced open.
The world is distorted.
From that point, Tylant’s body is severed.
The power of the challenger that slices through the very essence of the world.
I swung again.
The shadow that was wriggling under my feet shot out.
Pierced through Tylant’s body.
The ability of the Master who wielded shadows.
Holding my breath, I took a step.
In an instant, I reached before Tylant.
The ability of the Master who indulged in assassination.
Lifting the Great Sword, I brought it down.
Gravity distorted the space around us.
Crack-! Tylant’s shoulder shattered.
Though he lost both arms, his resolve remained unbroken.
He finally reached the Master, the ability of the bald-headed warrior.
Nails swung.
His mouth opened, approaching me.
I twisted the Great Sword. Flames erupted.
I burned Tylant’s nails and melted his teeth.
The ability of the princess who forsook her country for her beloved.
Thousands of spells materialized.
I was met with inevitable death.
Raising my left arm, I swept it away.
All the spells vanished.
They scattered, bursting apart.
Dispel.
The ability of the ancient dragon.
I swung.
I slashed.
Sometimes, I stabbed.
And with each action,
The powers of the challengers,
The Masters,
And many heroes,
Came into effect.
They chipped away at the body of the nightmare.
Finally.
Very slowly, I lifted my sword.
I brought it down.
Following the path of the sword.
Divine power was manifested.
The black sun sets.
The name of the ability is.
“Hypocrisy.”
Challenger.
Master.
Hero.
Nightmare.
Dragon.
And,
Shaman.
In the last encounter.
The powers of everything I killed.
All of it gathered together.
Hell.
