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[What kind of abilities does this guy have, My Goddess?] he asked, kneeling in the dim glow of his cave. His voice carried a reverence, as if he dared not question her authority, yet his words pressed for answers; and though no one stood before him, he spoke as if she were right there.
The reply came swiftly, her voice laced with unwavering confidence. [There's one ability worth noting first: a newly acquired [Seed of Darkness]. It's still in its early stages, so it shouldn't pose much of a problem for you. The other is a passive called Dark Soul, which is tied to his immortality. It's a bit more unfair than your version, but with your skillset, you should have no trouble obliterating him—body and spirit.]
The voice lingered, cold and calculating. [He essentially revives every time he's killed, returning in perfect condition. That's the only thing you need to account for. Break his will to live, and even that will become null; as I'm certain you know. Aside from that, his skills are... how do you say it? "Utter trash" compared to yours.]
He furrowed his brow, his voice soft but insistent. [...Anything else I should know about, my Goddess?]
A sigh, filled with exasperation, echoed in his mind. [Very well,] she relented, her tone sharp and dismissive. [He only has one Active Skill; one that makes him swing his sword harder than usual. I haven't bothered to recall the specifics; it's that redundant. That's all. Get it done.]
Her presence faded, leaving the cave silent once more.
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'So, any sword he swings becomes a devastating force because of that skill?' Unicus's mind raced, 'It pierced my passive mana shield—500 stat points strong. That means it must multiply his strength by twofold... maybe more. Just how hard does he swing?'
He took a slow, measured breath, his posture relaxing as clarity washed over him. 'No need to overthink this. All I have to do is watch out for his sword. He, on the other hand, has to watch out...'
A smirk crept onto his lips. '...For far too many things.'
'You'll lose,' His thoughts darkened, sharpening into resolve. 'And then, I will take my rightful place by her side.'
Unicus then wiped blood from his face, [She underestimated you a little, Hellix.] His tone carried the weight of confidence, though his eyes narrowed as he regarded his opponent.
[Though, only a little.]
'No time to delay the inevitable,' he thought, raising his arm with purpose. The group instinctively stepped back as Unicus began to rise, flames roaring beneath him like a fiery tempest, propelling him effortlessly into the air. Heat radiated from his body, thick and suffocating, pressing down on those below as he aimed his hand at them.
'Compared to me, you're nothing. I am the strongest fire wizard this world—or any world—has ever known. My skills are beyond anything you could even comprehend. You're already dead, Hellix.'
"UNICUS!!!" Sylva screamed, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her face. "FIGHT!!! FIGHT WHOEVER'S TRYING TO CONTROL YOU!!! THIS ISN'T YOU!!!"
[Silence, girl,] Unicus replied coldly, his voice devoid of humanity. [I see this as an act of defiance. I thought of keeping you around as a plaything, but this seals your fate.]
His palm began to glow ominously as he spoke. [Turn into skeletons,] he declared.
Vaelthir's eyes widened, his long ears twitching. He understood immediately. Something devastating was coming.
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasyVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
