Chapter 5: Remember me for centuries aoooo h ohh oh aaa ooh oh remember me for centuries
“I’m the last candidate, Ryan the banisher of evil, the ninja of justice, and I’m the final candidate. I’m going to revolutionise the country and bring inventions like no other. My power will be also sufficient to protect the country in case of need.”
After the 3rd candidate was done with his revolutionary manifesto type beat speech everyone clapped as he stepped down the stage. The military bitch Crush Karsteyn and the heartless money monster bitch anatasia Hussein were done giving their pathetic poems. He then made his way to challenge Reidhard.
[Hey guys it’s me the author Xx_Darkboy42069_xX I wanted to make this fight good I put extra effort in this and had my useless english teacher help me out once]
After this incident, the Royal Candidate and the Sword Saint made their way to the arena. The candidate had accepted the duel so there was nothing that could be done to stop it. The candidate declared, “Since you are so weak I will use just 1% of my power!”
The contenders were in place now.
The candidate breathed slowly and calmly as the scent of the dirty ground flooded his nose. Ryan was going to face the sword saint without weapons.
Reidhard though, pulled his sword out with the scabbard on as the crowd looked at him, seemingly in shock. ‘He thinks he can beat me with the sword in the scabbard? What an incredibly annoying proud shit.’
As they locked eyes a single drop of sweat fell off Reidhard's forehead and he proceeded to blitz Ryan, almost, no… definitely faster than light to his right side. The sword saint then dragged the scabbard into Ryan’s left side, and there was a distinct crack sound as the teenager got launched through the wall to the right outside of the stadium several blocks east. ‘Since I had set 1% as my actual limit it actually hurt, he actually took advantage of that. That low fucker broke my ribs.’
The ground shook as there was a scream from the direction in which the candidate was sent flying, “DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!”
At this sound there was a lightning flash that proceeded straight from east. It ravaged, destroyed, deleted, purged everything in the direction it went in until it clashed with someone. A person with near infinite strength, the sword master Reidhard van Astorea.
The candidate just held a look of surprise on his face. ‘5% is not enough?’
The sword saint then sent out a kick towards the candidate’s stomach, but before the candidate could get out of reach he swung his sword down on his shoulder. As the candidate rocketed into the floor, an earthquake shook Lugunika no… the entire continent!
The candidate was now in thought, ‘How? how is he still able to damage me? I raised my ability stack to 25%! This makes no sense, what is up with this hacker!’
The sword master was now slowly walking towards the seemingly defeated candidate. Nobody doubted that the most powerful being in the entire world, Reidhard van Astorea will win.
Until…
The ground under Reidhard literally exploded, and he was sent flying 500 meters above the arena. ‘Fucking hackers ruin my playthrough’
“That fucker actually made me use 42% of my power…” Muttered under his breath Ryan as he prepared his shadow katana. ‘I wasn’t going to use a weapon but I could make an exception. This fucker used cheats to fight me.’
A sound echoed through the arena. It wasn’t Reidhard van Astorea who fell. It was a lone scabbard. A scabbard that fell from the sky. The scabbard was broken, which meant that the sword Reid which was used to slay the calamities 400 years back now saw the light of the day again! “I judge you as ineffective to run this country, and as my family astrea have defended the country, I shall too.”
“FUCK YOU AND GET BACK DOWN HERE! FUCKING CHEATER STOP USING FLY HACKS” The candidate shouted, seemingly angry that some random ass exploiter would dare to disrupt his peaceful playthrough in his perfect world.
“Naturally.” The sword saint responded as he made it back to the ground. The capital was no more, the earthquakes left nothing, there were floods, earthquakes, disasters of never seen levels. The clash which broke the scabbard left no living organism in a 50km radius, like a nuclear explosion.
“ALRIGHT I WILL HIT 50% YOU LOYAL RED HAIRED DOG OF THE KINGDOM.” The candidate then pulled out his shadow katana as the Sword master pulled out his sword, the two faced each other one final time, as their weapons glowed. This was a fight with no spectators, no honour, just ideals.
The sword Saint chanted, “Astrea swordplay final step, Dragon slaying retribution.”
The Candidate responded, “Ever consuming dark blade of hazzoth, world devourer. 69% power unleash.”
There was a moment, that was both eternity and an instant, a moment for which there was everything and nothing at the same time. A moment outside existence, a time without the very essence of time and space itself as the amounts of force demonstrated here dissolved reality itself, shredding matter, space, time, creation, everything in an everlasting state of limbo. Among these remnants remained just one standing. With his weapon broken, Ryan stood as the sole victor as the sword saint lay down on the floor.
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He could only mutter, “My blessings?”
The candidate just replied, “We destroyed OD lagna you idiot. If your sugar daddy doesn’t exist you don’t get any of your cheat codes.” ‘He finally fell in my 5,30,300 iq plan… It’s a pity I had to push myself to 69%’
A tear of happiness rolled down the sword saint’s face. A smile made its way up his face, and he slowly fell to the ground.
With that final thud The sword saint perished, and then Ryan yelled, “With the last bit of my strength I offer my ability, Time drag!, /restore time 45 seconds”
As the large clock ticked by behind Ryan, his mana rapidly burnt away. The battle slowly rewinded back to its past form, and everything except the two who were in the ritual, that was the Sword Saint and Ryan himself.
The sword saint stayed dead. As reality, time, space, reality, existence itself pieced itself back together, stitching itself back and patching back itself together. The world was now back from 15 seconds ago; the people who died from the disasters were back to life. As 15 more seconds passed, the earthquakes rewound back. The buildings in the capital, fixed themselves, and as 15 more seconds passed, the walls of the stadium fused back and every human who died in this conflict came back to life.
Reality almost returned.
To everyone who wasn’t the Sword saint or the candidate the battle was over in a second after it started. The sword saint was on his knees, kneeling on his sword as the candidate stood still, bleeding profusely with a broken sword in his hands.
There was a shout, “AND THE WINNER OF THE BOUT IS JOHN CE- AHEM, THE ROYAL CANDIDATE AND THE SAVIOUR OF THIS WORLD, RYAN, RYAN THE SHADOW NINJA! RYAN! RYAN!”
The audience started following in the commentator’s footsteps and shouting “Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!” over and over.
“Tsk.” Ryan clicked his tongue, then turned back towards the exit of the arena, as his ears were flooded with his name being repeated constantly.
His wounds finally started to close as the reaper blessing cheat code the swordsman had was now inactive and steam started coming from his wounds which were slowly regenerating.
The winner slowly exited the arena, without saying a word, as if deep in thought. He won, but at what cost?
[+10000000000 xp]
[Level up! Lvl 991300 -> 1000001]
[+100000 physical strenght]
[+10000 defence]
[+100000 mental fortidude]
[- 100000 good]
[Your mana reserves grew by 0%]
[Divine Blessing of the Sword Saint obtained]
[Title: Monster Slayer acquired]
[Title: Sword Saint acquired]
[Skill: Shadow Katana fight lvl 3 -> lvl 14]
Chapter 5 end.
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FanfictionA collab of many writers in the Reactionist discord server that I have been given permission to upload to this site. It is the embodiment of cringe, edge, and chadness, hail Ryan as he is saving the rezero world screwing one waifu at a time!
