Chapter 86 - Crow VS Thousand Phantoms (3)
I dropped the mini‑fireball into the incoming swordsman battalion. It didn’t explode, but phantoms simply vanished when they got too close.
The fireball’s mass grew slightly, then slipped from my control, drifting toward the larger crowd. More clueless phantoms were sucked in.
What have I done?
Is that... a black hole?
Kek.
TOPKEK.
Excuse my orc language and the caps, but KEK.
While I cut down the leftover troops, the fireball wandered randomly. I still felt a faint connection to its core. Although I was tempted to test if it would devour too, I didn’t dare get close.
KO Count: 950.
I looked up. Since when?
A chuckle escaped . From a coward who ran from Zoli at first sight, to a reckless fool who provoked a crown prince to a death duel, to soone who now challenged a thousand n, I couldn’t believe how far I had co.
My motivation soared. My morale skyrocketed.
No. I shook my head. I couldn’t get conceited. If soone like Aki existed, there might be more. The threat of main characters and Louis Zen still lood. This wasn’t enough.
I must stay hungry.
I hunted more troops and scanned the field. Ten thousand shield bearers lingered at the edges, watching. anwhile, Troturre’s n split into smaller units, encircling .
Troturre finally moved. His cracked phantom form recovered halfway.
I tilted my head, smirking. Kicking off the ground, I fought toward the fireball‑black hole, which steadily consud everything that moved.
KO Count: 1,000!
Troturre’s phantom finally spoke.
"You were lucky that day when you killed . You won’t get a second chance here!"
I couldn’t refute as sothing in changed. My water and fire cores pulsed, shredding their shells. My skin cracked as new layers of flesh and muscle reconstructed. My fra grew taller, heavier.
A shockwave erupted, blasting the crowd away. My musou energy was filled to the brim, overflowing with the power I had never felt before.
I rembered. One of my level-up conditions was to kill a thousand soldiers.
Level 3.
I had reached level 3!
I had caught up with the other aristocrat kids in the sa class. My strength now rivaled Lenitia’s.
The next rank‑up condition would be tougher. As I recalled: defeat 2,000 troops, two level‑4 or higher enemies, unleash ten ultimate moves, and average over 300 points across all stats.
This would be a grind since my stats were sowhere under 200 at the mont. I hadn’t had a chance to farm permanent status tokens yet since I couldn’t travel the world or go on an adventure.
The shrinking cube pulsed again, pressing the battlefield tighter. Ten thousand shield bearers advanced. More soldiers erupted from the earth behind them, stretching toward the horizon.
How many now? A hundred thousand? A million?
At the center, Troturre’s phantom burned brighter. His cracked body stitched together, aura glowing green. He raised his halberd, and the entire army roared in unison. Their encirclent shrank as they charged. Troturre blended into the crowd, vanishing from sight.
Was he dumb?
I smirked, spreading my arms, dropping two new miniature fireballs to my flanks. Testing my Level‑3 strength, I swung wide, black fla spilling from my sword.
The arc stretched farther, faster. My blade cleaved through ten phantoms instead of five, speed increased by fifty percent. My hand felt so light I was confident I could swing fifty more tis without pause.
KO Count: 1,242!
I wasn’t sure what happened to the three fireballs, but the number spiked. A rumbling noise lood from my right.
Glancing over, I saw a five‑ter fireball rolling like a snowball down a mountain, heading straight toward Troturre’s position. As it rolled, more phantoms vanished, joining its mass.
A tornado manifested in the crowd, swallowing n and pulling them skyward. Troturre stood at its eye, facing the incoming fireball.
Two energies collided. The tornado scattered. Troturre turned red, swinging his halberd at the fireball.
The ball split in half and detonated. A do of fire expanded, covering half the field. It reached , igniting the two fireballs I’d cast earlier.
Everything inside was incinerated, except and Troturre.
KO Count: 3,800!
Musou gauge full again!
Thank you, idiot. You just fulfilled one of my rank‑up conditions. Next: ult ten tis, kill two of you, and raise my stats.
The explosion shattered every vase in the area, turning the center into a sea of fla. Five beams of light marked the locations of loot.
Glancing at Troturre, who was still burning, I snickered and sprinted toward two beacons in the west. A luxurious glass bottle of musou wine and a dragon seal awaited.
Snatching the wine, I drank everything. If mory served, it boosted musou points by ten. As for the dragon seal, this would be my second one. I still had the first tucked in my fireproof pocket.
Turning toward the blue halberd and the three remaining beacons, I saw Troturre approaching. He lifted my halberd, wielding it. He now beca a twin‑halberd user.
Hey, that was rude. That halberd was mine.
Funnily enough, he tried touching the beacon items, but his hand phased through them. Idiot.
I sprinted toward him, brandishing my black fla sword. He turned, roaring, counter‑charging with two blue halberds in hand.
Leaping into the air, he repeated the Radahn move. This ti, his attack glowed orange.
No more level gap disadvantage. I had the elental edge. Our strength was finally equal.
My fla sword swatted away his X‑cross slash midair, erasing his montum. Bullet ti activated. I unleashed my musou ULT.
Black fla sword carved afterimages across the sky. I struck fifty tis in succession. For the final blow, I leapt, spun, and aid at his neck. The blade sliced through his neck guard armor like butter. His head flew.
As I landed, his twin halberds clattered to the ground. His phantom body dissolved into dust.
Around , the shield bearers froze. Their crimson eyes locked on . Slowly, they sank into the earth, retreating.
The voice returned.
"The causality has been cleansed."
A beam of light descended from the orange sky, piercing my forehead.
Sothing manifested in front of .
A panel.
A square blue screen.
On the screen was square boxes. A panel with 10-square boxes.
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