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[x3 Adrenaline Pills cost 300 DP.]
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Just as he was about to confirm the purchase—
Everything stopped.
The world didn’t slow.
No.
It ceased entirely.
Asher’s axe hung froze mid-swing, droplets of sweat suspended in the air like crystal beads.
The crowd’s gasps died in their throats, their faces locked in expressions of anticipation.
Pure darkness swallowed the arena.
Alaric found himself standing in an endless void, the familiar weight of his sword gone from his hand.
His breath ca in sharp gasps that echoed in the absolute silence, the only sound in this place beyond ti.
Then—
A flicker of fla danced before him, small and delicate as a candle’s light.
But as he watched, it began to grow.
Larger, brighter, more magnificent with each passing heartbeat until it towered above him like a living mountain of fire.
Then the fla reshaped itself.
Whoosh!
Wings of pure light spreading wide enough to eclipse the darkness.
A majestic head erged, with eyes glowing with fury of divine judgnt. Which seed to glare straight into his soul.
Then its beak opened wide, and it let out a piercing, otherworldly cry—
KYAAAARH!
Alaric’s heart jumped to his throat.
What the!
His eyes widened, bones vibrated, and vision blurred as he saw the enormous flaming beast glaring at him with molten, ancient eyes. That burned like twin suns with, hatred?
Every instinct screaming at him to flee from this primordial force of nature.
But he couldn’t move, the Phoenix’s burning gaze seed to see straight through him, judging, weighing, pinning him there.
And before he could even process it, the darkness collapsed like shattered glass.
"Huh—"
Whoosh!
He blinked and barely tilted his head in ti to evade a savage slash aid at his neck, missing by re inches.
The brief disorientation nearly cost him his life.
Then the cyan panel flickered before his eyes.
[Host is advised to not use external help, while in the trials.]
Tch.
Then another swing ca imdiately.
CLANG!
He deflected it with his blade, the impact sending painful jolts up his arms and flipped backward, skidding away to put so distance, but Asher didn’t give him even a chance to breathe.
"Argh!" he grunted as another strike crashed into his guard. He pushed back hard, forcing Asher off balance for a mont. That was all he needed.
[STATUS WINDOW]
Na: Brandon (Past Life: Alaric Noir)
Race: Human
Age: 19
Title: Slave, Model Servant, (The Fallen King)
Essence Path: The Path of #$#&##@##
Sub-Path: Fla Essence
Rank: E
EXP: 2030 / 3900
Stats:
STR: 65
AGI: 68
END: 66
WIL: 41
CHA: 49
INT: 60 (??)
Free stats points: 11
Domination Points: 500
Main Quest: Subjugate Selene Glimore (In Progress)
System Level: 2 (Requires 3000 Domination Points to Upgrade)
Skill Tree: Interdiate Fire spell (F), Scorchblade Arts (S)
Shop: Basic Tier Items
Obedience ter: Target Not Found!
Loyalty ter: Target not found!
Harem Tracker: 0
DP Exchange: Available
??? (Locked – Requires System Level 3)
He opened his status window and muttered, "Good thing I exchanged a few yesterday and this morning."
Then...
He shifted into a combat stance he hadn’t used yet, his grip on the sword adjusting subtly as he prepared for what ca next.
"Give all stats to agility," he muttered under his breath.
Stats:
STR: 65
AGI: 68 —> 79
END: 66
WIL: 41
CHA: 49
INT: 60 (??)
Free stats points: 11 —> 0
The change was imdiate, his body felt lighter, more responsive, as if the very air had beco less resistant to his movents.
The next strike ca.
CLANG!
And he deflected it with the flat of his blade, twisting low under Asher’s follow-up swing, and then slashed upward, his newfound speed.
Shing!
His blade carved a shallow line across Asher’s chest, drawing first blood after the enhancent began.
What the hell?
Asher’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, his enhanced reflexes barely registering the sudden change in his opponent’s speed.
The young man had been struggling monts before, and now, where had this burst of agility co from?
But Aaric didn’t slow.
He pressed his advantage imdiately, his sword dancing in patterns that seed to blur at the edges. Each strike ca faster than the last, forcing Asher to give ground.
The war axe, so devastating in offense, proved cumberso in defense against such rapid attacks.
"ARGH!"
Growling in frustration, Asher planted his feet and swung with overwhelming force, trying to use his superior strength to break through Alaric’s assault.
But Alaric stepped back smoothly, the axe whistled past harmlessly.
Not enough, Alaric thought grimly, weaving in a zig-zag pattern as he sought openings.
Need more.
He gritted his teeth and channeled his essence downward, feeling the energy pool in his legs like liquid fire.
As Asher raised his axe for another crushing blow, Alaric crouched low and—
WHOOSH!
He exploded forward in a burst of speed that left afterimages in the air, covering ground that should have taken three strides in a single leap.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations for learning: Burst Step]
The arena erupted in shocked gasps.
In the elevated seats, Selene’s lips curved into an amused smile, her erald eyes glinting with pride.
Hehehe, how much of these tricks are you still hiding under your sleeves?
Across from her, however, Varell’s face had turned thunderous.
His hands gripped the marble armrest so tightly his knuckles had gone white, grey eyes blazing with fury as he watched his champion suddenly being outmaneuvered by the very boy he’d sought to humiliate.
Mirenna leaned forward with barely concealed alarm, while Caleb’s smirk had completely vanished.
Only Livia seed torn between worry and sothing that might have been... hope?
anwhile, Alaric pressed his assault with relentless precision, his enhanced agility allowing him to strike from impossible angles.
Slash!
[Burst Step!]
Slash!
He attacked, dodged, then struck again.
His movents blurred, weaving through Asher’s defenses like a fla in the wind, blade finding flesh again and again.
But even as he maintained the pressure, Alaric felt his own limitations creeping in.
Shit, I’m getting tired too, he thought grimly, his breathing becoming more labored with each Burst Step.
He needed to end this.
Now.
Circling like a predator, Alaric feinted left, then right.
There, a split second where the war axe was rose to blocking a strike that never ca.
A brief gap in Asher’s guard, exposing his torso.
That’s it.
[Fla Blade!]
His sword erupted into brilliant flas.
He poured more than half his remaining Essence into the blade, almost everything he had left.
He felt his reserves drain dangerously low as the weapon blazed like a falling star.
And then—
With a final Burst Step, he launched himself forward for the killing blow—
Fwoooosh!
The fla burned through the air, a blazing arc aiming to end it.
But—
His footing slipped. Too much Essence drain made his balance faltered.
"Tch—!"
His slash missed, cutting only empty air as Asher managed to jump back.
He smirked and stepped in to counter, planting his foot to finish it, but—
"ARGH!"
He froze. A deep crimson line split across his chest.
Blood gushed out.
And...
Thud!
He dropped to the ground, motionless.
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Chapter End.
New goal, since the book ain’t performing well:
1 Extra Chapter (Every 75 Power stone)
1 Extra Chapter (Every 25 GT)
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