I turned my gaze.
At that mont, my reflection appeared on the drawn blade of Bifrost.
The first thing I noticed was the vertical, slit-shaped black pupils in my eyes.
[‘Han (★★★★★)’ has entered a state of Demonization!]
Sssshhh.
Tearing through my pale skin, pitch-black scales began to erge.
Crackle! Crackle!
Crimson lightning arced from the scales.
‘This... isn’t human.’
Scales covered my entire body, and my red eyes glead eerily.
The image of myself reflected in the blade looked like a monster.
I sheathed Bifrost.
[‘Han (★★★★★)’ has exited the Demonization state.]
In an instant, I was back to my human form.
Goo Goo Con approached .
“A little.”
“The gap is that large?”
I sighed.
“I’m not too fond of getting stronger alone. Team play is more efficient.”
That’s what I knew to be true.
I’d been raising Niflheimr’s 1st party evenly for that reason.
“...”
Goo Goo Con circled around
as he spoke.
“A complete being...”
I crossed my arms.
I could guess what he ant.
‘A hero capable of executing missions solo.’
Reconnaissance and analysis, combat, assassination, offense, defense... close-quarters and long-range, small and large-scale battles—being capable of all of it alone.
‘... A one-man army.’
In my knowledge, there were only two heroes capable of that.
First, El Cid, the number one ranked hero.
And second, Niflheimr’s sub-master, Seris.
Other mbers of the 1st party had their own vulnerabilities in one or two areas.
Take Ridigion for example—he was nearly invincible in duels but lacked efficiency in large-scale battles. Nihaku was the [N O V E L I G H T] opposite. Yurnet and Myuden had their own exploitable points as well.
‘Seris has none of those weaknesses.’
She was nearly perfect in every aspect.
Because I had designed her that way.
She could perform at her best in any environnt.
‘So, I’m supposed to beco like that?’
That Seris turned out the way she did was almost a stroke of luck, even for .
I wasn’t sure I could pull it off again, even if I tried a hundred tis.
“I was just lost in thought.”
I smirked.
If Halkion’s words were true, a gap was now opening between
and the rest of the 1st party, one they might never bridge. Of course, they could eventually catch up if they had enough ti, but I didn’t have that luxury.
‘It doesn’t matter.’
All I needed was to climb to the 100th floor.
Then, I’d finally part ways with this wretched place.
Halkion scoffed, staring at .
The pigeon’s brown eyes narrowed, and suddenly a wave of dizziness washed over .
It was a strange but familiar feeling.
I opened my eyes.
The barren wasteland I had seen earlier stretched out before
again.
Halkion’s spear was aid at .
According to him, this place was a shared ntal space, born from the lding of my mind with Halkion’s.
Therefore, it wasn’t bound by the laws of physics.
‘He said I’d better get used to coming here.’
I planted both feet firmly on the ground.
Halkion smiled lightly, still pointing the spear at .
“...”
There was no need to beat around the bush.
I imdiately drew my sword from its sheath.
“I don’t really...”
“I don’t want to rely on that power too much.”
I smiled, twirling my sword.
“I’ve seen plenty of people fall apart relying only on their imprints.”
While the power of this imprint was incredible, I couldn’t depend on it alone.
Its purpose was to aid my sword in cutting my enemy’s throat more efficiently.
It should never beco the master.
‘Advanced Swordsmanship is within reach.’
I was only one step away from reaching the level of a master.
“I’m not rejecting it. I’ll use it when I need it, as a useful tool.”
Crack!
An imnse pressure descended on , causing
to stagger.
It felt like a massive steel beam was pressing down on my head.
My feet sank deep into the ground.
“Do as you like.”
This much wasn’t too hard.
I was used to training with dozens of kilograms of sandbags strapped to .
‘How many tis will we fight?’
A hundred? A thousand?
Maybe even more.
I’d probably start to understand a bit of what Aaron felt like.
‘What’s important is...’
Becoming the master of this power, not its slave.
How I use this strength is up to .
No matter how powerful the skills and imprints may be, in the end, it was always the hero wielding them.
I had seen countless heroes crumble because they were intoxicated by their abilities.
‘An invincible power, huh.’
There’s no such thing.
I stood ready, prepared to swing my sword at the Halkion before .
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