My aura surged, crackling like lightning coursing through my veins.
For the first ti—
I could feel it.
Not just the energy inside , but its true form. The power that had always been there, waiting to be unleashed. It no longer felt like a distant force. It was alive. It was part of .
The boss monster stood before , its aura dense and chaotic, radiating an uncontrollable killing intent. The weight of its presence pressed down like a crushing force, suffocating, overwhelming, consuming. My vision blurred, my senses dulled—but I refused to falter.
I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t feel the ground beneath my feet.
But—
I could sense it.
Like an echo in the abyss, its presence pulsed through the darkness, flickering embers of its deadly aura revealing its form. Every step it took, every shift in the air, every minuscule movent carved its existence into the void. I had no need for my eyes.
With every attack it launched, I dodged purely through aura perception, weaving through the unseen like a shadow in the wind.
A sharp streak of aura-blade energy whizzed past my face, close enough to feel the heat of its power against my skin. My heart pounded, adrenaline flooding my veins, but I didn’t waver. Instead, I retaliated.
[Kuroi Tsuba]!
My aura hand blade cut through the darkness, slicing into the monster’s form—but the mont my attack landed, it didn’t fall.
It multiplied.
One beca two. Two beca four.
Damn it.
Each strike only bred more enemies!
I was running out of ti. My breathing grew heavier, my movents sharper, more precise. The battlefield around spiraled into chaos as the monsters doubled in numbers, relentless in their assault. No hesitation. No openings. Just endless, unyielding slaughter.
A sharp pain shot through my back—
SLASH!
Another blade bit into my flesh.
Then another.
Then—
A final sword descended towards my head, the cold whisper of death closing in.
At that mont, a voice echoed in my mind—
"To reach Supre Level Aura Force, you must transform your aura into sothing that can destroy all. Even magic itself."
Patriarch’s words. My father’s teachings.
I closed my eyes.
And I imagined it.
Lightning. Uncontrollable. Unpredictable. Unstoppable.
A force of pure destruction, untad and absolute.
I pushed my aura further, deeper, forcing it to take shape. It twisted and churned, resisting my command, until finally—
Crackling energy surged from my core, racing through my veins, forming arcs of pure thunder around my body. My heart pounded, my skin tingled with raw power. The air itself trembled under the pressure.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!!!
A massive explosion of energy erupted from , obliterating everything within range. The force of it shattered the illusions, scattering them like dust in the wind.
I opened my eyes.
Everything had changed.
My entire body crackled with electric purple , the baaurattlefield illuminated by the violent glow of my newfound power. The weight of the illusions was gone. The suffocating presence of the multiplying monsters had vanished. The battlefield was silent—the enemies erased.
I clenched my fists, the surging energy within both foreign and familiar.
This—
This was Supre Level Aura Force.
I had finally—
Ascended.
A low rumble shook the battlefield.
Then—
From the darkness, a final figure erged.
A swordsman cloaked in pure black aura, its presence consuming the light around it. Unlike the illusions before, this one was real. The true boss of this trial. The embodint of the final test.
A single blade rested in its grasp—a weapon so sharp, so honed, that the very air around it seed to split with every movent.
This was it...The last opponent.
I smirked, my aura crackling with untad lightning. My heartbeat steadied, my mind sharpened. There was no fear. No hesitation. Only the battle ahead.
"Bring it on."
The monster’s blade moved faster than thought, a flash of destruction aid straight for my skull.
Instinct took over.
Before I could think, before I could react—I reached out.
My fingers t cold steel.
I stopped the sword.
The blade trembled in place, frozen in my grasp. The force behind its strike, the imnse pressure of its power—all of it negated in an instant.
A surge of electricity pulsed through , my aura overflowing with unrestrained might.
The monster’s form flickered, its black aura writhing in resistance. But it was too late.
Without hesitation, I unleashed my full Aura Force.
A shockwave exploded outward, hurling the dark swordsman away. Its feet scraped against the battlefield, struggling to remain standing. But I wasn’t done.
This was the end.
I stepped forward, aura condensing into my hand. Energy twisted and ford, bending to my will. It coiled, shifted, solidified—until, at last, it took shape.
A weapon.
An extension of my very soul.
A katana nearly two ters long, its razor-sharp edge forged from the purest, most concentrated aura.
This was my new skill [Tsuba Gaeshi].
I didn’t waste a second.
Like a bolt of lightning, I dashed forward, my speed overwhelming the two remaining monsters. Before they could even register my movent—
Both of them were cleaved apart like paper.
Or so I thought.
One of them had barely survived, only losing an arm. Instead of retreating, the monster did sothing unexpected—it stabbed itself through the chest.
A mont later—
One beca one hundred.
The battlefield was instantly filled with clones of the monster, all identical, all wielding the sa long swords, all exuding the sa killing intent.
This must be its ultimate ability.
Faced with a hundred enemies, I simply smiled.
"Impressive..." I muttered.
But it wouldn’t change the outco.
I was about to use one of the strongest techniques of the Blackmore Family—
A technique personally shown to by the Patriarch himself.
Normally, this skill required a real sword or katana, but I had sothing better—my hand blade aura.
Taking a deep breath, I gathered all my remaining energy into my right hand.
The katana of aura began to glow fiercely, crackling with purple lightning. The sheer power surging through it made the very air around tremble.
I bent my knees, took my stance, then launched myself high into the sky.
And then—
I unleashed it.
"[Blackmore Katana Style: Judgnt!]"
BOOM!
I swung my hand blade aura downward, and in an instant—
A massive, dark purple energy wave erupted from my sword, carving through the battlefield like a celestial wrath.
The entire ground was torn apart, obliterating everything in its path.
The hundred clones?
Gone.
The battlefield?
Reduced to ruins.
The enemy?
Erased from existence.
As the dust settled, I slowly descended, landing softly on what little remained of the ground.
I had won.
I had fully awakened Supre Level Aura Force.
And then—
All the restrictions on disappeared.
I could feel it.
My magic had returned. My senses had been restored. Everything that had been sealed away was now unlocked.
However—
The pain was unbearable.
I looked down at myself. My body was covered in wounds, my clothes torn apart, and my breathing ragged.
And then, just as I was about to collapse—
A notification appeared before .
[Congratulations! You have completed the Trial of Aura!]
[Congratulations you skill Aura Force Level Supre!!!]
[Blackmore Katana Style level up to Level 8!]
[Proceeding to the next trial.]
After reading that—
I lost consciousness.
.....
...
..
When I opened my eyes, I found myself sowhere completely different.
I was no longer on the battlefield.
Instead—
I was lying on a beautiful green hill, surrounded by endless fields of grass. The sky above stretched infinitely, swirling in srizing patterns. It felt unreal, as if I had stepped into another realm.
Despite its unnatural appearance, it was breathtakingly beautiful.
For a mont, I simply lay there, allowing the gentle breeze to wash over , my body still aching from the battle.
Then, I heard voices.
A woman’s voice, sharp with irritation—
"I told you not to go so hard on him! You idiot!"
A man’s voice followed, amused and carefree—
"Hahaha! It had to be done! How else were we supposed to test him? Besides, he passed, didn’t he?"
"This fool is right. We must treat him specially because he is the Child of Fate," a calm male voice stated.
"I understand... but if he had lost, he could have died! You are all insane!" the irritated woman snapped again.
"Miranda is right. You were too harsh, Flareth, Zarion. Next ti, be gentler with him," another woman’s voice interjected, her tone soft yet firm.
"Enough, all of you. Let’s take care of him now. Look at him—he’s writhing in pain." A deep male voice spoke as if he was looking straight at , lying helplessly on the ground.
They were talking about . I was certain of it.
But sothing else caught my attention—
I knew those nas.
Miranda. Flareth. Zarion.
Familiar yet distant, like whispers from an ancient past. My heartbeat quickened. Slowly, I turned my head toward them.
And then—
I froze.
The five figures standing before were unlike anything I had ever seen.
They resembled humans, yet sothing about them was utterly different. Their re presence made the air tremble, the ground hum with power. It was as if the world itself bent under their will.
They radiated an aura beyond comprehension.
Gods?
Goddesses?
The realization struck like a lightning bolt.
I was in the presence of beings far beyond mortal understanding. And if they were here—if they had been the ones behind my trial—
"Aaah, he’s awake! Looks like we won’t need to heal him—let’s start the next trial right away! HAHAHAHA!"
The words ca from a man with an imposing yet terrifying presence. His piercing gaze bore into , overwhelming and suffocating.
What was going to happen to ?!
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