Chapter 94: The Perfect Me!

Chapter 94: The Perfect Me!

The surrounding air grew heavier, and it became harder to breathe. Such a feeling lasted only a second before Perfect Me circulated Ord and got rid of the heaviness in my body.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

But others didnt have Perfect Me and were still frozen.

Cough! Anika started coughing and fell to her knees; she took rapid breaths but didnt seem able to get enough oxygen.

She withdrew all the strings she had planted around, returning all that Ord into her body. With enough energy to resist the pressure, Anika slowly regained her footing.

The mission had failed, and Agon entered the second stage.

His power was entering the realm of Ultimate Class demons. None of us could do anything about that, and our best hope was that some Special Rank Exorcist was nearby with some strong sealing ability but there were no such exorcists during this era.

I usually cataloged Agons rage mode as a bullshit shounen power-up, but after I learned about the seal used on him, it turned out such phenomena had a logical explanation.

The seal had a mechanism that would unseal Yamata No Orochi if Agon was in despair or danger. It was the last gift a loving parent had left for his son. If he couldnt be here to protect Agon, then this defect in the seal should be able to defend him.

That weakness in the seal was more than enough for someone like Yamata No Orochi to take advantage of.

But weaknesses in the seal like that were technically a limitation which made every other part of the seal stronger. That was how most special abilities worked, and it was the reason no perfect special ability existed.

I had a rough estimation of Agons fathers special ability. If I was right, then it was a simple approach to a special ability. He could do a little of everything; no wonder he earned the epithet The Magician.

If I passed the Expert Exorcist Exams, I would get an epithet too. Also, I would be above most laws.

Despite the danger, my mind wandered to strange places. Even in Perfect Me state, I knew I could do nothing about this situation.

Agon used his new black horn as a point of concentration for his energy. At the tip of his horn, he created a large sphere of dark purple energy the size of a truck. Then he compressed that energy the size of a compact car.

Everyone on this island probably felt this energy. Even Warriors who were known for having the weakest energy sensing ability would notice this.

We were all fucked. Everyone on this island was a dead man walking. In less than a day, this island will become nothing more than rubble. It might even disappear off the map if Yamata No Orochi got unsealed entirely.

I was strangely calm. Maybe knowing I would likely die on this journey had made me come to terms with death a while ago.

Agon turned toward Roc and me and aimed his energy ball.

Ah fuck, I changed my mind! I wasnt ready for this shit! There was still so much of the world I hadnt yet seen!

What about that mysterious part of the outside world? I wanted to see it! I should have tried some delicious foods and relaxed a bit more.

My life was constantly filled with too much action! By manga terms, I needed a beach chapter or a slice-of-life arc!

Do you think I can smash that to smithereens? Roc asked with a broad smile on his face.

This guy was as crazy as they come. No. We and this side of the island will be blasted to dust.

Ahahaha. Youre probably right. I never thought there was something out there who was stronger than me in raw power, Roc didnt seem discouraged at the thought of his death either.

Uhuh, I nodded. You shouldve visited Shuten Dojis territory. It would have opened a whole new worldview.

Perfect Me could close the distance in power by a level or two. But 70% of a Master's power was their tamed demons. I wasnt outside of that norm either.

If it was on special abilities, Sei's was stronger than mine and had more potential. For example, if he hadn't intervened right now, I wouldn't have been able to stop Agon's blast.

Creators always had 100% of their power come from their special abilities. So not only me, but on average Creators always had stronger special abilities than Masters.

"Are you two done dilly dallying?" Roc intervened. "Your friend with anger problems is already here."

Agon charged and crashed through the trees like an unstoppable berserker. He opened his mouth, and hundreds of miniature beams came out.

Each of those had a power stronger than an aerial missile and was about as fast as one.

Sei created a mirror, which all the blasts sunk into harmlessly.

Noticing that blasts were useless against Sei, the raging Agon charged like a rabid beast.

But as soon as Agon got close, Sei erected another mirror, and his rabid teammate sank right in.

"Well, I better go and keep him company before he comes out. The world inside the mirror was made for a specific person, and I'm not sure how well it can hold against a poisonous demon," Sei reasoned and waved at me. He had a look on his face that said he trusted me with the other things here.

He jumped into the mirror and disappeared.

What a troublesome guy. He shouldn't weigh his life on someone else's competence.

I didn't have time to think about them any longer as I felt something crawling up my arm.

The veins in my arm were turning red and bulging up like worms under my skin.

With Yamata No Orochi's presence gone, the Cursed Sword took this as a chance to try and take over.

If this were any other time, I would have activated Perfect Me. That was how I had trained to handle a sword like this without any drawbacks.

After all, fighting the sword's possession using willpower alone was a protagonist thing. A battle like that would include almost losing, remembering your friends, and breaking through! For the average person, that was beyond dangerous.

Technically, the spirit in the sword was a lingering spirit. Because unless someone drew the sword, it wouldn't harm anyone. But it was much more dangerous than the average cursed weapon!

The lingering spirit inside the sword was as powerful as a high-class demon if released.

I was tempted to use Perfect Me again. But I stopped mid-way.

Whenever there was a difficult problem, I would always use my special ability and never attempt to solve it on my own. Perfect Me had become a crutch, almost as if it was just another me.

When using Perfect Me, I always thought of it as if I was awakening another side of mea perfect version of myself who would make no mistakes.

In reality, Perfect Me was nothing more than a special ability.

A ghostly hand came out of the sword and grabbed onto my arm.

I clenched the swords handle tighter. "Hey, stop being such an annoyance, or I will break you in half."