Danmachi: Voyager of Worlds Ability

[190] : Transcending Human Skill-Godly Domain?

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"Attack!"

"Damn it! You've got the wrong person!"

"Wrong person? I'm killing all you Guild lapdogs!"

As the battle raged in the industrial district, the dark faction members realized something was amiss. Many of their comrades had been killed by their own side.

Initially, they dismissed it as a mistake, zealots blinded by rage accidentally striking their allies. But as the casualties mounted, they realized something else was at play.

Their gazes turned towards Mellie, who stood outside the fray, observing the battle with a smile.

"The Floral Illusionist of the Yahweh Familia...Could it be her illusions?"

"Are our comrades under her control?" Although few knew the true nature of Mellie's abilities, her title, combined with the unusual events on the battlefield, provided a clear answer.

Mellie, who had been ignored until now, became their target.

"Ugh, I knew it," she muttered, shaking her head. "This is why I hate this title! I could be manipulating them from the shadows, but instead, I'm forced into the spotlight."

Though pleasant-sounding, her title was too conspicuous.

But the Gods of Orario, capricious as they were, didn't care if their chosen titles caused their wielders any distress.

In fact, the more troublesome, the better.

As the enemy charged toward her, Mellie made no attempt to hide.

Her staff glowed brightly as several dark faction members, previously under her control and hidden within the enemy ranks, stepped forward to intercept the attack.

"Damn it! She's controlled so many of us without us even realizing!" The Leader of the dark faction raiding party roared, summoning more of his forces to attack Mellie.

He and two elite members broke through the defenses and charged towards her.

"Die, arrogant mage!" he shouted.

To him, Mellie's actions were a sign of arrogance.

Mages were supposed to stay behind their comrades, providing support with their magic.

Close combat was their weakness. Without protection, they were easy targets.

Mellie, standing alone and casting her magic, seemed to be mocking both their strength and their intelligence. It was a grave insult.

"Arrogant, you say? Is that how you see me?" A smirk touched Mellie's lips as she heard his words.

"I don't agree with your assessment."

As the three reached her, she swung her staff, striking the leader and sending him crashing to the ground.

She then swiftly dodged the other two's attacks, striking them as well.

Although Mellie's strength stat had never exceeded the limit, she trained it to its peak at every level. She was physically stronger than even dwarves of the same level.

Therefore, a single blow from her staff was enough to incapacitate the Level 3 leader and his two Level 2 companions.

Unlike the sharp wounds inflicted by blades, blunt force trauma was far more debilitating.