Pounding heart, cold sweats shiver down to my neck as I watched Denova every move. He meant blood, posing for one strong strike to end my life. The strength type like him, honestly, was a bad match for an agile one like me. Geez, how do I get out of this situation?

Well, let's start with a diversion!

I coughed and shouted, "O-Oh no, w-what do you want to do with me? Do you want to violate me, making me beg for life while you showered my body with your carnal desires?" As I shouted, my hand silently waved blood threads, hiding it from Denova's eyes.

The Bear looked taken aback by my words, clearly caught off guard. "W-What? Hell no! I'm already married! What I mean is--" he stammered.

He was distracted! A chance! I quickly shot blood threads to roof of one building, pulling myself away from the enraged Denova.

"You wicked witch, how dare you trick me, the great Denova!" he shouted while his thick blood emanated from his body. I could feel the power of his rage building up, "Ignition!!" Denova roared.

A sudden force broke out, the impact was powerful enough to blow the dust and send chills down my hair. I gritted my teeth and focused all my energy on the threads, using them to pull myself out of harm's way. As I soared through the air, I narrowly escaped a deadly blast from Denova. Phew!

"What kind of magic is that? Ignition?" I whispered in awe, looking at devastating power of the bear. However I noticed strange tissues were slowly grow from his heart. It was as if it ate this body slowly. Could it be that power came with a price? Perhaps if he used too much of it, the tissue would eat him alive?

"Maybe I could use it against him," I smiled, finally finding the way out of this battle. But then...

"There you are!" Denova's voice boomed through the air, and before I could react, he lunged at me with incredible speed, blasting the building with his great strength. I barely managed to evade it in time, feeling the wind whip past me as his attack just missed me by inches.

S-Shit, that's a bad idea. I don't think I could survive more than 10 minutes against him!

We landed on a tight alley filled with clutters. Seizing the moment, I grabbed a nearby crate and swung it with all my might at Denova's head. But he was too quick, dodging the crate effortlessly and countering with a swift swing of his blade, forcing me to dodge and weave as I tried to keep up with his deadly combos.

Dammit, not only strong, Denova was really fast!

As our blades and claws clashed, Denova's movements grew faster and more erratic. However, I quickly noticed something. Despite his speed, his movements were sloppy and full of openings. With my instincts sharpening, I poised myself and waited for his wide swing. With blood hardening on my finger, I sharpen my claws, ready to strike at the perfect moment.

"Now!"

When Denova swung his blade at me again, I blocked the blow and struck back, scratching his right eye with a quick swipe of my claws. The sound of his agonized screams filled the air as he clutched his eye, writhing in pain.

"Aarrgghh!! Y-You little shit, how dare you!" he shouted.

Oh, the Curse didn't react, I guess self-defense wasn't registered as a violation. I quickly blended into the darkness, hiding from the enraged Denova that wreak havoc at anything. With bloodied eyes, he shouted, "Come back here, you little rat!"

As I hunkered down behind the wooden crates, I spotted something intriguing on the walls of the surrounding buildings: glowing moss. My heart leaped with excitement - it was Eldemites! This plant produced unstable mana, and I knew exactly what to do with it.

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Acting quickly, I snatched a handful of the glowing moss and took off down the main road. All I needed now were things that further dilute the Mana. Lucky for me, there was plenty of alcohol around. With lightning speed, I snatched a bottle of beer from an unsuspecting old man before he could take a sip and stuffed the Eldemites inside. I poured a drip of my blood to further destabilize the Mana then shook it as hard as I could.

As the unstable mana diluted, the bottle started to shake and rattle in my hand, like a ticking time bomb. It was a crude but effective bomb - just what I needed to fend off the ferocious beast.

"Where are you hiding?!" Denova shouted when he walked cautiously into a tight alley I left my scent to.

"Right here, Furry. And with a little present, just for you," I called out from behind him, tossing the bottle at him, "Call upon the flame, burn my enemy to ashes. explosion!" I shot my blood at the bottle, igniting the Mana inside it.

BLAST!!

Small explosion triggered, blasting dust and debris thorough the alleyway. It wasn't magic, but rather an Alchemy trick, simulating how magic works on body. Destabilizing Mana would cause it to react with chanting, allowing The Loom of Fate to register it as a command. All it needs next was a medium, which was my blood, to be the target of action. The Loom of Fate granted magic through the mana, attacking my blood which it hated so much.

"You think a little explosion can stop me? You underestimate my power, girl!" Denova growled as he tried to stand up. He roared so hard that it cleared all the dust and debris, revealing myself sneaking behind him. With one swift move, I climbed the giant bear and smothered him with the chloroform-soaked handkerchief — One that I take from Arthur's Home.

"It was never meant to strike you down, big dummy," I replied.

Denova thrashed and struggled, but it was no use. Even with his enhanced body, the chloroform suppressed his nervous system. He passed out and fell to the ground, leaving me as the victor of this dire battle.

"Dammit, my back is killing me. Only just a few days passed, and I had to fight for my life twice...," I sat down and sighed exhaustedly.

But then I noticed a small book from Denova's waist pocket. It was a dark book with a butterfly marking on it.

"A scripture?" I muttered.

As I flipped through the pages of the Scripture, a chill ran down my spine. Not because of how scary it was, but the absurd amount bullshit inside it. To cut it short, it was a story about The First Hero, Cellia Kirana. She was the first Hero who completed the Cycle of Ideal White and attain godhood. By becoming a god, Cellia promised eternity to those who swore their life to her and followed the path of the true sky, whatever it means.

"The First Hero....? No, that's not her. I'm sure of it," I uttered the truth. I still remember vaguely my fight. He was a sword master like me, but his skill far exceeded mine. But he was possessed by something and because of that, I was barely won the fight. His name was... Ugh, I-I can't remember.

I closed the book and sighed, "So The Order was a cult for false hero? That's why they tried to summon me in this world? Geez, to think all of this chaos is caused by a lie, what cruel person."

Now that I think about it, this might be the reason why Quina and Arthur asked me about the gods. If Denova carried the scripture close to his heart, he must be a devoted follower of Cellia. And if my assumption is correct, considering his power, could he be a Lector from The Order? Perhaps they thought by summoning me, they could kill me and reach The Ideal White, thus using it to claim the Eternity that Cellia promised. Heh, what a load of bullshit.

"But this Ignition, what is that really?" I muttered.

I turned the bear nervously and opened his shirt. There I found a beautiful red crystal, full of dark magic, growing in his cell - A Magicore embedded in his chest. It was made with crude surgical procedure, lack of any elegance. Yet, this Magicore worked effectively as his heart, tampering with his body composition with foreign cells inside the Magicore. So, when he shouted Ignition, Denova actually released the seal of his heart partially and let the cells consume his body? Yikes!

However, his body resembled mine, The Devil. Curiosity got the better of me when I slowly touched his heart. Suddenly, his Magicore shone brightly as it resonated with mine. A sharp pain attacked my head. I curled down and my vision became blurry until everything went pitch-black. And then something strange came into my mind...

I saw... two witches standing in front of me. One was a stunning witch with red hair, I believed it was Bianca. On the other side, standing beside her was another figure—a woman dressed in a black robe but something was amiss. Her magic was... incredible, it was almost as if she was on par with the gods, no even stronger! Suddenly, she fixed me with a piercing gaze and demanded to know,

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, my vision began to darken and before I knew it, I was back in the dark alley with unconscious Denova. I clasped my head, what the hell is that?

BAM!!

A loud explosion could be heard, as the red light broke through the sky. That magic, I recognize it right away. It was Arthur's. Could it be... he was fighting those powerful witches?

That Witch was incredibly powerful. If Arthur faced her, he was in danger. That reckless man, really! I had to do something fast!

I stood up and shouted, "Don't die on me yet, Master Arthur!"