The next thing I knew, I was searching through my memories and trying to think about all the things I did to him that he would hold a grudge about. Take up his time, earn his girlfriend's ire, destroy his home, deny doing some naughty things with him, destroy his home, beat him up a little, send him back to whatever world he came from, destroy his home.
Yeah, I think that one was a little important.
I channeled about one fourth of my current mana total, which was already 110,992 into kicking him as far away from the house as possible. I launched myself at where I thought he was before, feeling myself make contact with his solid body and throwing the hardest punch I'd ever mustered at him.
It looks like it had quite the effect, that punch worth around 27,000 mana points.
He flew like there was no tomorrow. At least, I guessed as such with how the wind blew around me, the trail I had created with the force of my attack.
It was a wonder how I was able to get the barrier surrounding the house open in time to kick him out without breaking it.
I jumped out after him, leaving Magaris behind me somewhere. Sorry, friend. When I win this, I'll break the mind magic on you and send you peacefully back to bed. Or, Kiki will do it.
I was too absorbed in thoughts of trying to break out of this dark spell over my eyes again that I didn't feel the kick aimed at my head until it was too late. I raised my arms to block it, but I couldn't get a mana shield to get in front of them so the bones broke horribly in an unimaginably short amount of time.
...which is to say, instantly.
I think it was easy to guess that...
"Agh!" I exclaimed when I was sent crashing into the ground, creating a loud boom as my body started hardening. I was feeling my Vampire side take over, the instinct to live coming up. My Status showed, when I checked it sometime ago, that I had gained a bunch of Skills under the genre of last minute survivals. Like the one I had used with Margaret long ago, where my HP and MP values were switched and I was able to cheat death. Basically, it was a bunch of those.
"How does it feel, knowing that if you launch a single attack you'll lose your home?"
The voice sounded like it was coming from behind me, as I stood up on the forest floor a few miles from my home, so I used my pure physical speed to go at him.
He had gotten much stronger since last time, I noticed. I couldn't lay a scratch on him, which made me wonder if that punch I had thrown at him to get him away from my house had really hit Magaris.
No, impossible. If it hit her, I would've known the second I touched her because of her physical features and mana signature. Also, her body would've ceased to be the moment I touched her because of the force of the blow. It was scary to think about, but true.
So he let me get one good one in simply so I would have these thoughts right now? Give me false hope the first time then crush me the second?
I knew, from the moment we started fighting physically, that I would lose.
However, no matter how much mana someone has or how many tricks or spells they have in their reserve, no one can beat me in a magic fight. That, I was sure of.
So why was I losing against this blindfold on my eyes?
I'd had struggled with this last time, but I still couldn't find an answer. What had he done to me? What was the secret behind the God of Darkness's magic?
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A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)
FantasíaItsuki Kaya was never really a sharp girl. She was very smart in class, almost the top of her school, but her density level was insane. That's why she didn't realize on time that the flowery gift bag the little boy on the side of the road had swung...
