Crunch!
A sunflower seed is crushed between his molars. The sensation of breaking through the tough shell. Raciel lets out a sarcastic chuckle at that mont.
I never thought Id have this again.
A red sunflower seed.
It was a food reserved only for the Phantom beasts, not allowed for humans. He was reminded of the ti he had to consu it in Cremo. Back then, he swallowed it to avoid succumbing to Uruus. Today was no different.
If I dont eat this now, if I dont do this, Ill et my end at Demians hands.
Its certain.
If he remains motionless now, and Demian falls victim to Javillons ultimate secret technique, what would happen next is all too predictable.
Javillons ultimate secret technique is a battle of endurance using ones own physique.
Suddenly, the story of the novel Devil Sword Emperor cos to mind. The purges and the great wars that Javillon had initiated were also rembered.
During that ti, Javillon faced a crisis in a one-on-one duel. It was a duel with Captain Idris, who had remained loyal to the existing Anbouaz royal family.
A duel between master swordsn.
It was a match without a clear advantage. They had to engage in a fierce battle for a full two days. In the end, Javillon found himself in a tight spot. A small opening was exploited due to the opponents cleverness. At that very mont, Javillon unleashed his ultimate secret technique.
He caught Idris. With his bare hands. Naturally, Idris didnt take it seriously. He believed Javillon was struggling because he had lost his sword and was about to finish him off.
That was Idriss miscalculation.
Javillons ultimate secret technique involved clashing his internal mana with that of his captured opponents, an exceptionally brutal and primal thod.
And that played greatly to Javillons advantage.
The amount of pure mana in a human body is directly proportional to their physique.
Javillon stood over 190 cm tall. Given the limited nutritional conditions of this world compared to modern Earth, he was truly massive. Naturally, it was challenging to find anyone with a larger physique.
The sa held true for Idris. He fell victim to Javillon due to a montary lapse, beca entangled in the mana battle, and depleted his mana first. In the end, all his blood vessels were ruptured, leading to his demise.
So, what about Javillons current actions?
Its reminiscent of that ti, the situation when he unleashed his ultimate secret technique on Idris.
Demian, who had suddenly gained trendous power.
Javillon, who was utterly outmatched by this formidable Demian. Thrusting out his bare hands as if in desperation. All the circumstances aligned perfectly.
He must have concluded that he cant defeat Demian in his current state. Especially now that Demian appears to have acquired the Reversal Core Technique.
No, its undeniable.
That overwhelming power, the swordsmanship that subdued Javillon, a Swordmaster, even without any aura. And a rather destructive aura. Clearly, it was the Reversal Core Technique.
And so,
He felt apprehensive.
Apprehensive that Demian might fully awaken. That he might co to understand his true nature. No, even before that, that Javillon might suddenly activate his ultimate secret technique. Truly, he was on edge the entire ti.
Even if its Demian, even if hes employing the Reversal Core Technique, Javillons ultimate secret technique would disregard all those conditions. Because it only clashes the pure mana within the body.
That was the frightening aspect.
In that case, not even Demian could move. He would inevitably be ensnared in the mana battle and, ultimately, be crushed due to the difference in physique.
That must not happen.
If Javillon perishes,
So will I, and everyone else here.
Because the mont he was pushed into an inescapable crisis, Demian will awaken completely!
He couldnt allow that to occur. Therefore, he had to thwart Javillons ultimate secret technique. Raciel made up his mind and devoured the sunflower seed with intensity. He swallowed it down and gazed at Javillon with a determined smile.
What?
Javillon, his eyes widening as he looked in his direction, felt his grip tighten around the forearm.
At that very mont, a red warning screen appeared right before Raciels eyes.
Ding Dong!
[WARNING!]
[You have ingested a sunflower seed that is forbidden for humans and reserved for the Phantom beasts without authorization!]
[Rapid side effects may ensue if you consu this food without proper guidance. If you experience any unusual symptoms post-consumption, seek imdiate consultation with a doctor, pharmacist, or Oriental doctor.]
Sigh, its a good thing Im an Oriental doctor, isnt it?
I feel like Ive seen this warning before. While thinking that, a flurry of chaotic ssages from his internal organs flooded his mind.
[Your internal organs express significant concern about your reckless eating habits.]
[Heart: Heyyy! Stop making us expand!]
[Liver: Heh! Pfffppppfffpphff!]
[Large Intestine: But if we get bigger, does the waste Im holding get bigger too?]
[Kidneys: Just let go and break free!]
[Stomach: This would be a great concept for a giant Mukbang; views would skyrocket, lol.]
[Your internal organs ntally prepare for the impending growth.]
[The red sunflower seed you consud is causing unstable growth effects.]
[You are not a mythical creature but a human.]
[Thus, the growth effect is limited to 3 minutes.]
[Serious side effects will occur after the growth ends.]
[You will fall into a coma for 120 hours (5 days) after the growth ends.]
That mont arrived.
!
There was no sound.
No jolt.
Everything seed to shift suddenly, and the world seed to diminish. No, he had grown larger.
Boom!
Ahh!
A roar erupted involuntarily!
Javillon, clutching his arm, stared at Raciel with wide eyes. He was in a struggle. Suspended in mid-air. His complexion turned ashen due to the sudden transformation.
He muttered in despair.
No, he swallowed a futile breath.
What?
Javillon couldnt fathom it. It felt like a horrendous, nightmarish ordeal.
What What is this?
The prince, who had been seized as a substitute for his final trick, the prince who had seed destined to be a re sacrifice, had grown. 5 ters? 6 ters? It appeared to be even more!
How?
He had no clue. He hadnt even entertained the thought. Naturally, he had no contingency plans. In fact, there was no way to counter it, as he had already activated his final trick.
I cant release!
Javillon gritted his teeth. His hand still clung to the now-enormous forearm of the prince. He wished to let go. He wished to descend. But he couldnt. The final trick he had employed possessed a suction force. It was as though his hand was glued; he couldnt release his grip!
Ah, Ahh! Ahhhh!
Struggling proved futile. His heart raced. Beads of cold sweat erged. A sense of impending doom struck his third cervical vertebra hard. It was over. He was dood!
No, I cant!
He contemplated his final trick, a technique that engaged in a contest of pure mana within the body, relative to ones physique. However, now the prince, larger than an ogre, wore a sinister grin. The aning behind that ominous smile was crystal clear.
Im dood
A grim realization struck him at the back of his mind. His final trick began to accelerate like a runaway train with malfunctioning brakes.
Kwaaaa!
All the pure mana within his body surged, deployed, and raced toward the prince. In response, the pure mana within the prince reacted, charging back without hesitation, with a montum several tis greater.
Kwang!
!
Is this how an egg feels when it smashes against a rock? Or how a pinky toe feels when it slams into a door fra with full force? He repented with a pure heart, prepared to face the consequences. He offered a silent prayer. And he understood. This was the end for him.
At that very mont, once again.
Crash-!
Ugh!
Splat!
A spurt of blood gushed from his open mouth. It was undeniable. Just two collisions had shattered his blood vessels. The pure mana in his body was being utterly crushed. This was unquestionably the limit. The end.
I was
There were so many things he had wanted to achieve. He aspired to elevate this nation, its people, to a more glorious status. He wanted to be immortalized in history as a pioneering figure. He never imagined he would et such a wretched end in this place. Truly, he didnt.
Heh heh, huhuhu.
He laughed. It felt hollow. Relief? He didnt feel that at all. Instead, his attachnt to life burned even brighter. He raised his burning gaze. He glared at the Crown Prince who held him aloft. He shot him a resentful look.
Raciel also felt that piercing gaze. Thanks to it, he hesitated for a mont.
Should I end him like this?
Suddenly, thoughts of the Devil Sword Emperors backstory crossed his mind. The final monts of Javillon. The ultimate secret technique he had employed in the battle against Demian. But had Demian been cunning? Because of that, Javillon had to seize the battle steed instead and unleash his ultimate secret technique.
Thanks to that, he had to compete with a horse, whose na he didnt even know with his pure mana. Naturally, he lost because he was in a smaller weight class than the horse.
And so, all the blood vessels in his body were completely destroyed. He t his demise, cursing his unfulfilled destiny.
It was happening once more.
If he continued to hold onto Javillon like this? Javillon would undoubtedly et his end. More certain than anything he had encountered in the novel Devil Sword Emperor.
But I cant do it.
As much as he desired to, he yearned to bring it to an end right here. But realistically, it was an impossibility. The reason was simple. A ssage suddenly appeared in front of him, indicating that there wasnt much ti left.
[Current Remaining Gigantification Duration: 56 seconds]
Ti had already elapsed considerably.
Yet, Javillon still clung on, refusing to et his demise. What if he grew impatient and tried to finish him off decisively? There was a risk of a counterattack.
If the giant state is released while hes still alive, and Im holding onto him, Ill be the one in trouble. My size will be much smaller than his at that point.
He might even lose consciousness due to the disorientation. He would be in a vulnerable state, incapable of dealing with the situation. That was a problem. It would be unwise to beco overly ambitious and face the consequences.
Well, hes already partially incapacitated. If I release him now, Demian or the kingdoms army will handle the rest.
Raciel made his decision.
To release Javillon, he grasped him with his other hand and attempted to pull him away. However it didnt go as expected?
Huh?
He wouldnt budge. The adhesive force from Javillons last-resort technique was stronger than anticipated. He clung on as if he was glued with superglue.
His heart sank.
Oh, sh. This is bad.
[Current Remaining Giant State Ti: 51 seconds]
Ti continued to tick away.
The guy just wouldnt succumb.
Things started to feel urgent.
Thats why.
Let go. Just let go!
Raciel raised his arm forcefully. He swung it down with even more power. Javillon, attached to his arm, soared upwards and was forcefully slamd onto the ground below.
Bang-!
Ugh!
But he still remained firmly attached.
[Current Remaining Giant State Ti: 47 seconds]
Oh, co on! Just let go!
Raciels movents grew increasingly desperate. He shook from side to side, then upwards, and continued to slam downwards.
Each ti, Javillons 190 cm slender(?) body twisted, soared upwards, and danced the destructive dance as it was forcefully struck against the ground.
Let go, let go, let go.
Ugh! Argh! Ugh!
Bang! Crash! Boom!
Just release already.
Guh!
Crash-!
Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent. No, the entire plain had gone quiet.
The Royal Guard and the rebel vanguard, Demian, even Princess Adeline, had all stopped their fighting in bewildernt. The kingdoms army at Balua Fortress, and the rebels on the other side of the plain, everyone stared in blank amazent at the unexpected spectacle.
Raciel, now standing at 7.9 ters tall, was clearly visible like a towering billboard. The Crown Prince of Magentano, whose face and expressions were visible so distinctly Everyone swallowed hard as they witnessed him puml Javillon, the rebel leader and a supre swordmaster, as if he were dusting off.
It was an utterly overwhelming and transcendent spectacle.
(To be Continued)
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