1 Second Invincibility in the Game Chapter 249

Novel: 1 Second Invincibility in the Game Author: 젤리포 Updated: Jun 19, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 249 from 1 Second Invincibility in the Game, a Adventure novel by 젤리포.

The sound of the sword being deflected was bold and resounding.

From the very start, Adizel's blade ca at her fiercely, and Leana could only be pushed back.

With every strike, Leana could feel the weight behind it as the flas clinging to her sword were shaken off.

"Even if it's the sa aura blade, the difference is obvious."

Adizel steadily built her power like water reaching a boil, while Leana clenched her teeth and sweated profusely.

Just one look at Leana’s expression was enough to sense her complicated feelings.

Adizel was a woman walking the very path Leana had hoped to take.

A knight who corrected the world's many wrongs with her sword.

She didn’t care for compensation or rising fa; her only motivation was the satisfaction of doing what was right.

You’d think won like that would end up starving to death from doing volunteer work, but since they worked hard to maintain order, even I, who loves peace, had no reason to criticize them.

"If they ever ran a business, they’d go bankrupt from giving too much away."

"That’s true. No wonder her family let her run around outside without complaint. Adizel was just... sent out."

Dorosian’s reply to my muttered remark made realize she wasn’t much different.

Actually, she might be worse.

If her family hadn’t been wealthy, she might’ve ended up the empire’s most notorious thief.

That’s exactly the kind of situation I, a future rich man, would prefer to avoid.

"But what’s with all the staring at faces?"

I glanced sideways at Dorosian’s expression as she asked.

As usual, she wore a mischievous smile beneath her fox-like eyes.

If I looked like a pervert, she might start teasing , so I decided to be honest.

"I was just curious. What does it feel like to fight soone who’s practically a superior version of yourself?"

To exaggerate a bit, Adizel’s entire life probably mirrored Leana’s ideal.

Support from her family, experience, and character.

The only area Leana could possibly compare in was talent, and perhaps stamina, but even listing all her disadvantages would take more than a single sheet of paper.

"Should she feel proud for becoming a rival, or insecure from her shortcomings? I bet she’s confused in more ways than one."

I’ve felt pride many tis.

But inferiority?

Never.

Of course not—everyone I’ve fought here has been so far above , there was no room for jealousy.

Only relief that I survived.

"But that guy. He’s been staring at you from the VIP seat since earlier, you know?"

Ah, right—Eric.

That irritating guy who struck gold with inherited land and beca filthy rich overnight.

"Don’t make eye contact, Dorosian. Don’t even acknowledge him. I’ve been ignoring that guy from the start."

If I had to guess, my current expression was probably similar to Leana’s.

The only difference being, rather than admiring soone’s skill, I was filled with frustration over how far my efforts had gotten .

Still, one day, I’ll surpass them.

It’s practically a prophecy.

As I nearly turned my head toward Eric in the VIP section, I stopped myself and solidified that thought.

I will never look up at him.

Because one day, I’ll be looking down.

That’s when I’ll give him my gaze.

That’s the wise way to handle feelings of inferiority.

But Leana... she was looking up at her opponent.

She was fixated on the outco, even though losing wasn’t the end of the world.

She was srized by an opponent who surpassed her in almost every way.

Instead of reflecting deeply on herself, she could only see the pitiful version of herself reflected in her opponent’s eyes.

Even soone unfamiliar with swordsmanship could see her spirit was broken.

The result would clearly be defeat, but seeing Leana exhale deeply and lose focus, I couldn’t deny a flicker of hope.

—...I have a bad feeling about this.

—That’s not good—your hunches tend to be right.

Donatan’s tone in response slightly bothered .

—Is it just , or do you sound excited?

—Ahem, well, of course I do. I an, we’re getting to see swordplay up close...

It was a convincing reason, but this guy’s still suspicious.

***

Her mindset isn’t in the right place.

That’s sothing she heard from Hersel during her training.

–Mindset? Do you an my sword stance isn’t solid?

–Exactly. For example, the gap between your actual ability in training and live combat is way too clear.

She didn’t understand at first, but after hearing it enough tis, it made sense.

–You fight with all your strength against enemies with twisted beliefs. But when it’s a pure sparring match or an opponent with a personality that’s hard to confront, you subconsciously hesitate. That’s because you’re not seeing them as soone to condemn, and your thoughts drift elsewhere.

Bellen used to say sothing similar.

That it’s a common phenonon among those walking a path of justice, and that it can be overco through experience gained by wandering the world.

But for now, she told her to focus solely on training and put that off.

Still, the temptation to find a shortcut was hard to resist.

–So how do I overco that?

–Normally, it’s through experience. The world doesn’t only make you fight wicked villains—sotis, you’ll face good people. You clash not because of morality, but differences in values. And you’ll grow by staining your sword with the blood of even such people.

That was no different from Bellen’s advice.

It’s not the kind of experience that cos quickly, nor is it sothing you’d ever get at the academy.

But apparently, there was a cheat code.

–Granted, this advice won’t help much right now, but... hmm. I really shouldn’t be telling you this.

–It’s fine. Please tell . There’s not much ti before the Aizen Arena matches.

Hersel hesitated for a long ti, but after much pleading, he finally gave in and said this:

–Think like . Believe that if you’re not happy, the world might as well burn. Look at the world with dark, cynical eyes. Be selfish. Like .

–Oh, like you?

–Yes. My mindset was like that, so I could always find logical answers even in absurd situations. I lost my love for humanity, but in return, I gained a quick path to ntal readiness.

–Your self-awareness is impressive...

To summarize: look at your opponent with negativity, fixate on their flaws, and hate them so much you want to curse them.

Leana didn’t like the idea, but she tried to glare at Adizel with as much prickliness as she could muster.

Adizel gave a curious look, then softly smiled.

‘This is hard.’

But the sword did not smile.

"I see an opening."

Adizel’s sword struck Leana in the stomach, and she tumbled backward before barely regaining her stance.

Had her defensive aura been even a bit slower, that strike might have knocked her out cold.

“Gah...”

Leana coughed up blood and thought to herself.

It’s hard to hate others.

Especially when their face is as gentle and beautiful as that of soone called a saint.

But just as Adizel prepared to leap forward again, sothing clicked in her mind.

Ah.

You don’t have to judge soone negatively on your own.

That’s what other people’s opinions are for.

Leana imdiately thought of the perfect person for the job.

Let's add so imagination: a tiny Hersel with devil wings appeared, small enough to fit in a fist.

He had a huge head and a small body—a two-heads-tall Hersel.

He said, "Are you ntally ill? What are you staring at in the middle of a battle?"

"Eyes on that face. Just listen."

As Leana frantically turned her head, she saw Adizel about to bring her sword down on her.

She quickly raised her own sword and managed to block it.

The devil Hersel giggled.

"Wow, this is fun. She's showing off every bit of her skill to soone she thinks is beneath her and enjoying every second of it."

"Ugh..."

"But doesn’t it just rub you the wrong way? She gets all the support in the world, enjoys every blessing, and is even beautiful. anwhile, you had to crawl out of the gutter to get this far."

Leana struggled to push Adizel’s sword away and shouted in her mind.

'N-No! It wasn’t the gutter! There are people who had it even harder than I did... in their autobiographies, they—'

The devil Hersel snickered.

"Those are all lies. Rich kids hire ghostwriters to spice up their stories. They actually had it easy from the beginning."

'No, Sir Arkan ca from a real slum—'

"Sure, there are a few of those. Actual rags-to-riches cases. But those ones always had a chance encounter with so master or stumbled into a great opportunity. Funny how they leave that part out of their biographies, huh? Helps sell more when you pretend you did it all on your own."

Listening to him, she couldn’t help but wonder if it might be true.

"The woman you're fighting is that type. Look past that smile and see the other one behind it. She’s laughing at you for clawing your way up. Once it’s over, she’ll act like it was no big deal and joke about you with her friends."

That’s too much.

The devil Hersel was so evil, it actually made Adizel look hateful.

Feeling like her mind was becoming corrupted, Leana quickly imagined another Hersel—with angel wings—to diate.

He spoke gently, like a true angel.

"Wow, what a beautiful face."

'R-Right?'

"So what you're hoping for is to smash your rival’s face in and beco the most beautiful woman in the world?"

'Excuse ?'

"It’s okay. She’s already lived her share of happiness with that face. If she loses so of it now, I’m sure she’ll understand. As an angel, I know she’s kind enough to forgive you."

Disaster.

Leana desperately tried to erase both the devil and the devilish angel from her imagination, but Adizel’s incoming sword strike kept her from doing so.

"You seem distracted. How about forfeiting?"

"Ah, no, it’s just..."

As Adizel threw out a sharp remark, the devil Hersel cheered.

"There it is! That’s her true nature! She’s pretending to care about you, but really, she’s just telling you to get lost in a nice way. Am I wrong?"

Leana kept denying it.

But strangely, her body was filling with rage and tension.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her.

"Let’s finish this quickly."

Adizel’s eyes glead, and Leana’s skin tingled.

Adizel had likely summoned her full strength, and the sound of air tearing apart ca from her aura blade.

Leana sensed that this was the end, but with a last burst of energy, she gripped her sword tightly.

Then, sothing amazing happened.

Adizel stared blankly at empty air, her eyes wide.

Her sword, devoid of fla, was now glowing a deep crimson.

'That must’ve been the strongest strike I’ve thrown so far—so why?'

Before she could even question it—

"Why so surprised? Forget already? I pierced all your aura channels for you."

"That’s right, Leana. Your limits have expanded. You just couldn’t access them because of your mindset."

That was true.

During training, Hersel had emphasized the importance of the mind.

–Inborn strengths can sotis be a curse. It's like being born with an impossibly high hurdle. In your case, it’s stamina. But once I opened your aura channels, that hurdle was removed. All that’s left now blocking you is your mindset.

Now that had been resolved, Leana, for the first ti in her life, felt her body rapidly growing exhausted.

–A candle burns brightest just before it goes out. If you can burn all your stamina in a single mont, your power will blaze brilliantly. Your body may not hold up long, though.

After finishing her defense, Leana moved to go on the offense.

Adizel was at her peak.

But even so, she quickly reset her stance and swung her sword again.

This ti, Leana no longer felt herself being pushed back when their blades clashed.

However, her technical skills were still lacking, and her movent lagged behind.

As Adizel’s sword slipped through her guard and headed for her neck—

"This is perfect. If you drop your sword, your center of gravity will shift just enough. The blade will graze past your neck."

"Exactly. And it’ll create an opening in her stance. A slow sword swing won’t land in ti, but a punch just might."

These were nothing but imagined thoughts.

There was no way Hersel had actually given such advice.

Leana briefly wondered where she could’ve learned such things, but that wasn’t the point.

She dropped her sword and threw a punch at Adizel’s face.