CH 101

I could only watch the fight between Julian and Ifrit from the side.

Since I was mortally wounded and still used most of my magic power to summon Ifrit, I had very little power left to participate in the fight.

I stood around, trying to avoid the aftermath of the battle.

But still, think…

Ifrit was such a powerful spirit that I couldn’t believe I was able to summon it.

There have been many times when I’ve thought about making Ifrit appear.

But no matter how many times I tried, I could not summon Ifrit.

There are several possible reasons for this.

I believed that the most significant factor in this was the ‘will of Ifrit’.

To create a spirit, you need to give magic a will.

That intention is also part of the summoner’s personality.

But Ifrit is an incarnation of anger.

The image of the Ifrit I envision and my own personality don’t quite match up.

Because of that, I couldn’t make Ifrit have a will.

That’s when I met the past me.

I put my past self into the vessel called Ifrit and manifested it.

The result was a genie that far exceeded my expectations.

A fierce battle between Ifrit and Julian.

As I look at it, I struggled to stay connected to my consciousness.

At the same time they were fighting a battle here, I was fighting myself.

The pain that runs through my body.

I want to let go of my consciousness right away.

However, I was always conscious of Julian while holding it back.

“Aaahhhh—!”

I saw Ifrit shake his fist at Julian.

At that moment, I felt Julian’s consciousness turn completely towards Ifrit.

Julian is engaged in a fierce battle with Ifrit, but at the same time, I know that he has been keeping a vigilant eye on me.

Because Julian was glancing over to check me out.

“Black…”

When Julian tried to use a defensive spell on the spur of the moment.

“Big fireball…!”

I took advantage of the gap that had slipped from Julian’s consciousness and unleashed my magic.

“No… …!”

Julian turned to me.

At that moment.

“But… it’s not…”

Ifrit’s fist and my big fireball hit Julian at the same time.

And Julian was blown up.

Julian hit the wall with a bang, but he still tried to get up quickly.

However, Ifrit immediately pursued Julian.

It seems that Julian’s reaction was a beat too late, as if the blow he just received had taken effect.

—Don’t!

Ifrit grabbed Julian’s head—and slammed it into the ground.

And then… 

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Ifrit slammed Julian over and over again.

Oh no …!

Ifrit is not under my control.

He’s just moving in anger.

It was attacking Julian, who no longer has the will to fight.

If I don’t do something, Julian will be in danger—.

“That’s far enough!”

Perhaps reacting to my shout, Ifrit stopped attacking with a snap and looked at me.

And Ifrit with a nice-looking, lecherous smile.

—Right after that.

The Ifrit had closed the distance between us in an instant.

Then he grabbed me by the face—and slammed the back of my head into the ground.

“…is …”

It’s going to reap me off of my consciousness in an instant.

It seems that this guy has no …friend or foe.

“You’ve had enough of …”

Right after he said to Owen, who was inside Ifrit

“Aaaaah!”

Ifrit’s grip on my face tightened.

“The word is … …”

The pain is fierce.

My face is grabbed with such a strong force that my face would seem to be deformed.

Tears blur my vision.

But I’m not giving up.

I grabbed Ifrit’s arm.

“St… op…”

At that moment, he felt a strange sensation that seemed to resonate with Owen inside the Ifrit.

He tightened his grip on my arm, pulling me closer to him.

“Also …which …!”

I said.

Then all of Owen’s emotions that weren’t mine came pouring in.

And I let go of my consciousness as if I were swallowed up in a torrent of emotion… and then!

Squeezing me, Owen, into myself.

You can find a lot of people who are looking for the best way to get the most out of their life.

I, Owen, sleep quietly inside me.

Then, Ifrit that lost its will disappeared in a moment.

I manage to sit up, my body full of wounds.

I don’t have enough strength left to stand up anymore.

I looked at Julian, he is still on the ground and doesn’t seem to be moving.

“Did I win …?”

Honestly, I don’t feel like I won because I’m more rugged than Julian.

But I’m definitely winning this situation.

I tightened my fist and silently thrust my right hand toward the sky.

And right after that.

—Winner, Owen Pepper!

The referee’s declaration of victory rang out, and broken cheers roared throughout the venue.