A thunderous impact shook the battlefield.
Blood splattered across the field as blades clashed.
Strike after strike rained down—so head-on, others from behind, and even from above. The Shadow Ninja army had launched a full-scale assault, doing everything in their power for one single purpose:
To buy ti.
But for Ottar, it ant nothing.
Every attack—sword, spear, throwing knife, or shuriken—bounced off his body like pebbles against steel. With every fluid swing of his twin greatswords, he effortlessly shattered their formations.
He was an unstoppable force of destruction.
[Stortus Ottar]
This was one of Ottar's unique skills—a passive ability that activated the mont battle comnced.
As long as he remained in combat, all enhancent-type developnt abilities such as Regeneration and Fast Healing would be triggered and empowered. And the longer the fight, the more intense the effect—scaled according to his own monstrous stats.
In that state, Ottar wasn't just a warrior.
He was a beast in human form.
High above, Akira remained suspended in midair, Boosted Gear glowing ominously on his arm, steadily compounding its power.
『Boost!』
『Boost!』
『Boost!』
Each chant brought a surge of strength—his muscles tightened, his magic swelled, and his aura expanded. The Boosted Gear didn't just double his power—it multiplied the result of the last multiplication, stacking strength upon strength like an avalanche of potential.
After several rounds of boosting, Akira's current power had skyrocketed to tens of tis its original state.
Below, Ottar made short work of a group of Claw Shadows, slashing them down in one wide arc. Then, he stomped the ground with explosive force, launching himself upward toward Akira.
Even without the power of flight, Ottar's raw physical strength was enough to propel him high into the sky—distance and altitude determined solely by the pressure of his legs.
"Tch… You're not even going to give a mont, huh? Fine. Enchantnt—Wrath of the Crimson Dragon!"
Flas burst out from Akira's body.
His sword, Ascalon, ignited in a blaze of red dragonfire, and in a swift motion, he unleashed a burning arc of energy that sliced downward toward Ottar's face.
"A decent attack… but still not enough."
Ottar's cold voice carried through the air.
He t the attack head-on. With precise movents and incredible timing, he crossed his blades to block the fiery slash. Though it forced him off his trajectory, costing him montum, he still managed to land safely—but he failed to reach Akira.
"Still not enough… I need more. Way more..."
Crack!
『Boost!』
A sharp cracking sound echoed from the Boosted Gear.
The gauntlet began to expand, spreading further up his arm. Now, it covered nearly the entire length from shoulder to fingertips.
Thanks to his fusion with dragon blood, Akira's body could now handle deeper synchronization with the Boosted Gear. His durability had increased, allowing him to stack far more boosts without tearing himself apart.
Zzzzzing!
But that wasn't all.
The gem embedded in the gauntlet, once a dull erald, now glead brightly. Its green hue deepened into a vibrant, radiant glow.
『Shin Akira... your resolve and will—I accept them. Prepare yourself for a new form of the Red Dragon Emperor's Gauntlet.』
Akira's eyes widened.
"…Ddraig? You're awake?"
『I've been awake since our ti in the Dungeon. But I chose to remain silent until I had gathered enough magic to act.』
"You ntioned… a new transformation?"
『Yes. I didn't expect you to cross dinsions. But because we're in a world beyond the original Sacred Gear system, the restrictions on our power have loosened. New possibilities await.』
"Restrictions... and possibilities?"
Hearing the word "possibilities," Akira couldn't help but recall Hyoudou Issei's infamous Balance Breaker form—the perverted one that infected people with lewd thoughts.
Let's… not go down that route.
『It's hard to explain. Just know this—your Boosted Gear has evolved. It now holds new potential.』
"Even if I don't fully understand… does this an I can finally activate Balance Breaker?"
『Of course.』
"That's all I need."
A thin smile ford on Akira's lips. His gaze fell to the ground below, where Ottar stood waiting, silent and resolute.
And for the first ti in this battle—
Akira felt hope.
『Balance Breaker!』
A surge of magic erupted from his body like a tidal wave.
Red light poured from every inch of him as the air around him crackled. Armor began to form—first gauntlets, then shoulder plates, chest, legs—until his body was fully covered in crimson plate, forged from pure energy.
A pair of blazing red dragon wings unfolded behind him, majestic and sharp.
『Boosted Gear Scale Mail!』
With that declaration, Shin Akira had taken his first step into a new realm of power.
Now, he looked like a dragon knight from legend—an armored humanoid with a draconic presence, glowing with raw strength.
"So this… is the true power of the Sacred Gear…"
From below, Ottar watched with a rare flicker of awe—and perhaps envy.
An artifact like that, in his hands, could change everything. With it, he could help Lady Freya rise as the sole, absolute goddess of Orario.
"The irony is wild… I fuse with a red dragon's blood, awaken its power—and now I'm wielding Ascalon, the dragon-slaying sword…"
Akira chuckled softly, then locked eyes with his opponent.
His wings flared.
Fwoooosh!
In a single beat, he launched himself down like a scarlet teor, blade pointed straight for Ottar.
TANG!
Ottar reacted in ti, crossing both swords to block the blow. But this ti, the force behind it wasn't just impressive—it was colossal.
The shock of impact pushed Ottar backward.
He slid across the dirt, carving a trench beneath his feet. It wasn't a clean victory—but it was the first ti anyone had ever pushed him back.
『Boost!』
Once again, Ddraig's voice echoed across the battlefield.
The erald gems embedded in Akira's armor began to hum and vibrate. Light pulsed from within.
A fresh explosion of power surged through Akira's body.
This ti, it was more than just a boost.
It was the beginning of a storm.
Ascalon ca down again—this ti, infused with so much energy that it practically roared through the air.
And Ottar—Orario's strongest adventurer—was sent flying.
His massive fra tumbled backward, crashing into the ground and sliding several ters before coming to a halt.
He blinked, stunned.
"…Did I just… get knocked back…?"
For the first ti in his life—
Ottar felt himself doubt.
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