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Volume 5
Chapter 37: Heller
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The [Crazy Witch] title was just one of her derogatory nicknames. To the people of Warjillis, most especially to those unfortunate enough to get stuck with her temperament were all either sent in a world of never ending challenges or die because she won against them in a brutal way.
When face to face with this little beauty, they would either submit to defeat or get nagged by her never ending challenges to the point that they’d bow down.
In fact, any strong-enough individual in the city who lacks confidence to themselves always find their own excuses to flee when seeing her in the streets.
Her obsession to challenge and defeat the infamous Wizard Cedric always fueled her desire to challenge and prove her strength to anyone.
She was a dedicated Witch and her pursuit of the most powerful spells was as famous as that of the Wandering Wizard, the only Archmage of The North.
Although Cedric wasn’t at the Archmage caliber, he was still a very strong Wizard that only an Archmage can defeat in an actual confrontation.
To defeat him was her devoted aim!
While many people ran away from her, her gaze was cast down to the people below the darkened sky. She was already scanning every corner of the arena until finally landing on one particular black robed player.
Her beautiful slightly slanted eyes narrowed into a slit as a frown of displeasure appeared on her face.
And yet behind that frown of annoyance, there was a spark of defiance –a burning desire for a challenge.
Through the silence of the crowd, they all looked at the direction of her scrutiny and couldn’t help but think that a grand battle is about to begin.
“You may have defeated me once but you are still far too early to call it a complete victory!”
As she yelled the words in anger, she leaned forward on her broom and flew at a very fast speed towards the target of her gaze. Her target was 150m away from Siva’s left side, towards a black robed Zabrze, the Guild Master of Ebony Sanctuary!
Seeing her magic earlier, Zabrze couldn’t afford to take her words just now as mere challenge. He thought, even back then, her defeat against him in the arena wasn’t a complete victory affiliated to his own skill. In fact, remembering that victory made him feel a bit of resentment towards himself.
That’s because while he can call himself a Mage amongst all players, deep inside, he wasn’t actually a pure [magician] player unlike the Little Loli.
“Coralline!” he shouted and stomped his staff to the ground, a black tornado sprung up into motion. “I am not in the mood to play with your games, brat, so it’s better for you to get away while you still can!”
“Only cowards play with words!” She retorted and then waved her wand into the same motions of casting her grand spell. “Fight me or die regretting it when I force you to a Game Over!”
The speed of her approach left a long bright line in the air above the arena. The details of her spell could only be seen from the Ebony Sanctuary’s perspective but on the sides of the arena, what the people can see is a just a curving set of lines that trails off from the tip of wand in her pretty hand.
“You are forgetting that I am not alone here!” Zabrze declared and with his words, the swirling spell around him began to rotate faster and eventually merged into a shape of a giant black bird. “This is not a normal arena match. I have my Guild with me. I will make sure that you will never get pass me this time!
The black bird resembled a crow but had the elegance of a Phoenix and the imposing nature of an eagle.
But the bird was black and its eyes were red. Aside from those two distinctive colors, nothing else could explain this illusory figure as just merely being a black colored substantial bird.
“Hah! So what if you have your lackeys with you? The real powerful fights one against many! Your head is still going to be mine!” Coralline yelled and she placed the dot of her wand in place.
That dot was actually pointed at Zabrze.
Her spell completed and five pillars of light shot out to surround the black bird. Even from before, the other surrounding members of the Ebony Sanctuary had their eyes on her.
Namur who was close to Zabrze had an askance look in his eyes as he gritted his teeth. He took a step forward and then began casting a black colored spell with his hands joined on his staff.
Namur shouted. “Insolent brat! You’re way over your head if you think you can battle the Guild Leader with me here!”
Even as he spoke, Zabrze’s black bird spell stretched out its black wings and then covered them all like a mother bird. The five pillars and the images of Spirits inside the pillars pointed up to the sky to summon their lightning.
“Weaklings have no right to talk to me.”
BAGAZANG!!!
A loud thundering explosion slashed the air above the arena as another lightning strike descended from the blackened sky. The wind rattled, sending the players backing. Those who’s taken by surprise by that flash of an attack either stumbled on their faces or was blown away.
Everybody knew by then, this side of the battlefield is going to be bloody so they better back away or die.
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Siva was still a good 150m away from them but even to where he stood and fought three newly-arrived players, he still couldn’t help but feel that prickling sensation of destruction hugging that single attack.
But to his joy, he wasn’t someone who is fazed with even the loudest of thunders. While his opponents all looked at that direction, feeling wary, he used that opening to dash forward and blast them all away.
He called this move «Lightning Hammer Blast»!
If all Inventions have a Mechanical Function, then the so called [Legendary Weapons] have their ability.
While Siva’s Dragunov can deliver an [Air Shock] with the power to instantly kill a C-Ranked monster and injure a B-Ranked one, the Mjolnir’s Hammer Blast has a power three times stronger as that.
But all S-Ranked players, especially those here that had confidence on themselves, of course wore a set of armor that is also in the same rank as them.
As such, Siva can’t defeat them in a single hit… not when they actually let their guard down!
“Hahahaha!!” Seeing the three fly away like mangled bananas, Siva couldn’t help letting out that laugh.
Even though it costs one very costly spark grenade per Lightning Hammer Blast, the one-hit sure kill even without the Killing Zone was still worth it.
Because with every person that went down, his loot inventory adds one more S-Ranked Equipment.
So why wouldn’t he be ecstatic?
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If he sold the stuffs that he doesn’t need to the Trade Center, then he would be able to buy two to three spark grenades per S-Ranked equipment. Everything is all worth it.
The people around him all looked at his direction and were pulled away from the shock from Coralline’s bright spell. They all realized what mistake they have made. In a battle royal, a slight inattention will lead to their absolute demise!
Yet Siva’s laughter took their attention and couldn’t help but feel that there was an oddly familiar tinge of frightening will to it.
It wasn’t the kind of laughter that came from seeing something funny, or the kind that came from being tickled on the sides.
No.
That was a laughter that felt like a sense of joy… of a kind that can be akin to a soldier who was excitedly on his way home.
Yes, that was it.
It was that kind of feeling.
Excitement… it was an excited laugh. That laugh that took joy in front of vehement terrorization, the kind that looked down on life, the kind that sought violence as a kind of pleasure, the kind that treated war as if it was home.
Yes! That’s him, Donar… the God of War!
“Hahahaha!!!”
Those who heard this second laughter felt like backing up but they were all unable to for they have already put their bets on the line.
“Damn it! I can’t get caught by his momentum!”
“I have to win this round!”
“Where the heck is that Donar? I can’t see him!”
“He’s probably in that flying object in the sky!”
Apparently, by now, the only ones who had survived from the earliest parts since the declaration are those Guild Members from NLV, BBG, NDG, SoV, ES, and Ren’s subordinates, the four members of CAP!
Aside from the audience, they’re the only ones who knew who Donar is. Everyone else were new comers.
They were like the sacrifices and with their deaths comes the faster conclusion for the event so of course, while Siva was being excited, those who were in the know and are taking things easy could sneer on the background for others’ demise.
But right now, Siva’s excitement was all because it was just now that something dawned on him.
Even if in the entirety of the event he didn’t get to kill to his heart’s content, right now though, he was already a hundred weapons above his quota.
He only need two anyways!
In fact, he could just sit down now and watch from the high view in Akhenaton.
Also, and in fact once again, since he had already got his weapons quota, he can use The Akhenaton to fly out of this place and assume like nothing happened.
He had no other reason to fight here anymore…
Thinking up to this point, Siva started to go quiet.
Surrounded by wary players, Siva suddenly stopped his rampage and looked up towards The Akhenaton.
The giant humanoid ship then looked down on him like a giant God and then soared even higher to the skies, to cover a larger part of the city.
For every one hundred meters, the shadow beneath his feet expands a kilometer in radius.
When Akhenaton was one kilometer high from the city, the territory under his curse’s influence had also expanded into a full 10km circle. With the coliseum in the middle, the TV Stations and forum sites were all ecstatic with this development.
“I got what I need.” Siva said. “I’m done here.”
Just when Siva was about to get out of the arena, he felt a cold touch of crisis pass gently on his nape. With no other reactions, he took a step forward, lowered his head, and dodged a sweeping wind.
A surprised “Eh?” rung behind him as Siva swung the hammer towards the place where he used to stand… only to be blocked by a person clad in red fiery robes.
In fact, around the person who wore this robe were dregs of fiery sparks –after effects of a teleportation magic.
Neither sound of explosion nor even a blunt sound of flesh smashing against metal echoed. Only the sound of sliced wind when he swung the God Hammer and when a slight ‘put’ sound of when it was blocked by a defensive magic circle echoed in his ears.
“Oh?” Siva was clearly fascinated by the man’s magic abilities in front do him. “You managed to block that very easily?”
Eye to eye, the man replied happily, “You have very sharp senses I’ll applaud you for that. Not many are able to dodge my sneak attacks like you and even give me a counter.”
The sound of fluttering cloth reached the ears of the surprised crowd around them as a hand that was layered with a magic circle actually stopped the full swing retaliation of Siva’s God Hammer.
It wasn’t Siva’s first time to see someone successfully block an attack from the Mjolnir but it was definitely his first time facing a Magician who did it this way.
His eyes narrowed, the red pupils focused on the eyes of the fiery-robed man.
“I like strong people. But you’re too late. I’m bored now and I’m going to take a sleep.”
Saying that, Siva layered he hammer with lightning.
The man’s eyes slightly became surprised but he still reacted fast as he made distance with the hammer, pushing himself to the side just when Siva swung the hammer again and created a bluish gold arc, missing the fiery-robed man. The man only smiled at Siva, slowly and gently floating back, his doll shoes landing with a light TAP sound on the white marble floor of the arena 10m away from Siva.
As the two men eyed each other, the fiery-robed man remained floating where only the tip of his doll shoes carrying his weight. He was levitating!
Siva still had the sensation that if he hadn’t reacted in time, he would have been dead just now. The fiery-robed Man on the other hand was looking at Siva as if seeing a person with an abnormal reaction time.
One should know that RPG: Terroa is a mental-wave dedicated game; everything inside depended on one’s mind and how one sees himself in the mirror.
Virtual Reality Games uses «Avatars» and a player’s avatar is his own mental image of himself, redesigned according to the game’s Visual Imaging Matrix.
But reaction speed affects every movement and it was based on how the player himself would react on certain prompts when inside the game.
Earlier, there was almost no time for Siva to think and dodge at that sneak attack. And yet he did. It only meant that Siva had an extraordinary perception of his surroundings despite the chaos of it all.
Now that Siva got a look at him, he actually exuded a tinge of malevolent air in him. It’s not like he was the kind of player who had committed heinous acts against the women of the game but rather, it was his eyes that caught Siva’s attention.
If he was going to put it in some words, then it would be close to having the look that delighted in the death or destruction of an opponent.
Siva was one who somewhat had that kind of temperament but the two of them are fundamentally different.
While Siva do enjoys the feeling of war and the chaos in the battlefield, his reason for the laughter and his smiles is because he was in pain of it all. The bitterness of having to face it alone and to actually seek strength far beyond his own capacity in order to have the ability to protect what was the only important thing left for him…
He laughs because he had to dismiss all the negative feelings, not because he enjoyed the deed.
Siva’s laughter is all because the more he fights in the battles, the more he finds the reason to be strong.
But this man, in his eyes, the smile in his lips, it was telling him something else… this man in front of him enjoyed slaughter –the very deed itself!
“I get that you’re a Player Killer…” Siva declared.
From the time when the man appeared and Siva had swung his weapon, only five seconds had passed.
After five more seconds, the players around them had noticed their deadlock and an unconscious circle were made with the two of them in the middle.
“No! He’s here?!”
“How can it be him?!”
“Dang it! I wish I could just quit right now!”
“This is just unfair!”
“NO! I will never accept this!”
“Heller! This is just unfair, you are too… too…”
The people around them started to despair. Hearing the name, Siva caught up to his identity in a matter of mere seconds.
“You’re called Heller?” Siva asked in calm wariness.
“I am indeed Heller.” replied the man with a cold but a solid tone. It was a manly voice, stolid and firm.
Hearing this tone of voice, adding his domineering presence and the aura of malevolence coming from him, Siva couldn’t help but think he was actually a villain in a Hollywood movie.
And yet when looking at how he dressed and carried himself, his intuition told him that he wasn’t only strong, he also had something else that makes him a very frightening enemy.
Unlike others who only sought strength in order to be famous or suppress others, his strength was directed into something, just like how Coralline’s strength was.
And if Siva would differentiate the two, it might be on the fact that the Little Loli pursued strength because of her pride and ego while this man pursued strength because he wanted to kill more.
It is the mindset of a murderer!
Even though this was just a game, it was still an act that warranted ferocious punishment before the act of redemption.
This is the first time Siva had met someone who can give him these kinds of daunting thoughts. He felt like this person is someone he cannot afford to belittle.
Assuming his Godly identity, Siva swished the Mjolnir like a sword and then let it rest in front of him.
“Do you want to fight?” he asked and arched the God Hammer in a waiting position beside him. If the man moved, he will lash out.
But the man had a look of scornful hatred in his eyes as he shook his head and answered, “No.”
Then, he raised his right hand to the sky as a ring on his finger shone a bright red light that turned into a flaming aura swirling around him in the next second.
The fire aura engulfed the nearest 2m radius from him until not a single glance of his body could be seen in the swirling sphere of fire.
When the fire sphere vanished, the man now wore a blue wizard gown with fiery red details, and a green colored sword staff was held loftily in his right side.
A scintillating brilliant blue hue could be seen on the blade edge of the staff while the long handle that served as a staff had a red gem at the end of it.
In a glance, the weapon, when held with the single bladed end pointing down to the ground like that, it was a staff with a red jewel at the end.
When it was held the other way around, it could be seen as a large sword with a long and a really large handle. In fact, it’s indeed a large Buster Blade with a very long handle!
But what was actually sinister about this weapon wasn’t just its aura that was amplified by its otherworldly appearance. The blade and the staff were connected naturally as if the sword edge had grown out of the staff part like a leaf.
The staff was the stem and the blade is the leaf, and the gem at the tip of the staff was its crystalized sap.
When the man’s weapon appeared, Siva narrowed his eyes as he felt that intimidating feeling radiating out of the man’s weapon.
“I heard you are an Elder God but… I can’t feel any Mana Fluctuations from you. It’s as if you are sealed from Mana or even perhaps rejected by it. Are you sure you are an Elder God?”
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An Archmage had appeared…
Who is Heller and how strong is he?
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