Chapter 81

Chapter 81

[Even if it means turning the world into an enemy (10)]

Power surged through him.

A simple flick of his hand sent sparks flying. The mana coursing through his body moved menacingly, as if to protect his master.

You have that much power, and youve been hiding it all this time.

Zenko asked, lowering his stance.

Whatever.

Eunha smiled at the fact that he was wary of him.

Zenko Myron. One of the Tredici, and hes afraid of a mere second grader.

Well, I wouldnt believe him either.

But so what.

Reality is inherently unreal.

I take a stance with my mangoche in my right hand and my beretta in my left.

A thousand steps.

It wasnt hard to reduce the remaining distance to a single step.

He spun to avoid the approaching Kukri in his line of sight, then leaped diagonally with his right foot.

A whirlwind dance.

!

Eight sword slashes at once.

In Zenkos eyes now, it must have seemed like he was taking over the space, appearing everywhere.

Who would have wanted to hide?

What?

How much I wanted to do this.

A, Ahhhhh! L, Le mani!!

A, Ahhhhh! My, my hand!!

I didnt let my guard down.

I couldnt let my guard down.

Even so, his wrist was cut off.

Zenko screamed as he held up his left arm, which was only partially severed.

Blood dripped like slime from the cut.

Youre crying over a severed hand, but if its only partially severed, it can be repaired with healing magic.

Eunha gave me a dumbfounded look.

Then he walked over to the missing hand, still holding the gun, and lifted his foot over it.

That, stop!

Zenko Myron, writhing in pain, realized his intentions.

But it was too late.

Eunha had missed several opportunities to kill Zenko in the past.

He couldnt let this one pass.

What? Did you think youd make it out of here alive?

Didnt I tell you from the beginning? Im going to kill you.

There was a snap and a crack, followed by the sound of something twisting.

Ah.

Zenko gasped at the sight of the hand that emerged from beneath his swept-away feet.

Fingers grotesquely twisted, the back of the hand bent out of shape.

It wasnt something that could be easily repaired.

It was no exaggeration to say that he had lost it completely.

Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo!

You son of a bitch!

Dont swear in Korean. You dont speak Korean.

Do you know what Ive heard so far?

Eunha pointed to his ears as Zenko lunged at him, discharge spraying from his eyes and mouth.

I heard you say, Youre an asshole. Just because you know how to talk shit doesnt mean youre good at it.

Cazzo!

Yeah, Id rather like that you say that.

Zenkos face flushed. It wasnt from drunkenness, and it wasnt from pain.

His mana was beginning to stain a darker and darker color.

Miccia detonante (detonator).

Mana that crackles and sparks.

Tsk.

He knew a similar spell.

Eunha closed the distance, unable to hide his annoyance.

It doesnt work, its a wide area spell.

It was a simple technique for a wide area spell. There wasnt much of a flow of mana.

No. If there was, it was already dense.

Zenko was using the mana in his intestines as a medium to deploy the wide-ranging magic.

I couldnt help but be drawn in.

A thousand steps.

To minimize the damage, I used the Tenkai.

Miccia detonante was a spell that responded to residual mana. It was an annoying spell that sensed the flow of mana whenever you cast it, and then rode the flow to cause an explosion at the caster.

An explosion occurred beneath my feet.

I managed to dodge the blast, but the recoil sent me flying farther than I had anticipated.

I manage to roll over and take some damage.

My body wouldnt listen.

Covered in soot, Eunha stood up and checked his condition.

Earlier, Zenko had asked him why he was hiding his power.

He himself had no intention of hiding his power.

He was just waiting for the right time to use it.

The Unnamed Gift was not a power he could activate on his own accord. It was a gift that started when your bodys mana dropped below a certain level, and the more mana you spent, the more your mana efficiency and physical abilities increased by leaps and bounds.

Moreover, once you activated the gift and stopped fighting, it would rebound. Just as quickly as your abilities increased, they decreased.

So even though he had a few chances to use his Gift, Eunha often had to stifle the urge to squirm with an espresso in his mouth.

Luckily, there were a couple of things he noticed.

One, I knew when I was in the gift zone.

And two, that drinking the potion while the gift was active would have lasting effects.

Sipping his espresso, Eunha checked to see which Gifts were still active.

The unnamed Gift, when activated, consumes mana and grows stronger with each use.

But for someone with so little mana in his body, it was a gift that could be used to his advantage or disadvantage.

His body felt heavy.

But he had to finish it.

From the looks of it, the opponent couldnt control their own power and was self-destructing from within.

Contrassalto (Counterattack).

I gathered my remaining mana. The kukri in his hand cracked, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Black mana coated the blade.

I can swing it once more.

I will, I will kill one of you. No, you think I cant kill you?

Before the regression, Eunha had not backed down against Kang Hyun-chul, one of the three strongest fighters in Korea.

There were many more Twelve Seateds he had faced.

He could say confidently.

I can never lose to you, who is much weaker than them.

With his right hand, he pulled the trigger.

Once more, then again.

One after another, the flying bullets shattered the barrier of mana around Zenko.

Tianbo.

Zenko wasnt the only one who thought it was now or never.

Eunha was also thinking that it was time to take him down.

He ducked low and lunged, deflecting the attack.

A thousandbo.

His legs gave out. He forced herself to take a step, forcing his magic.

A crack.

My body screamed.

Hold on, hold on, damn it!

Gritting his teeth, he swung his uncoordinated legs.

Zenko, whose back was to him, took the blow and fell forward.

But he didnt fall. Just before he hit the ground, he kept running and gradually straightened his upper body.

He twisted. The mana in his kukri was still going strong.

Va sulla frca!

Fuck you!

I dont know what youre saying, but you can die!

Touch the blade and die.

I didnt even have time to drink the potion. I clutched at my dwindling mana, barricaded myself, and aimed my gun.

I dodged the flying blade. Stepping on it, I spun around and fired again at the weak spot.

Boom!

The bullet pierced through his side.

For a moment, Zenkos body shook.

uccidere, uccidere, uccideree!

Kill, kill, kill, kill!

I cant die here.

No, Ill kill him.

Zenko steeled himself and released the mana he had stored in his Kukri.

The mana ran wild. Out of control, it became a whip, whipping at him, catching his ankle as he luckily ducked backwards.

Va sulla frca!

Kukri shattered.

It was none of his business anymore.

He screamed, forcing the pain away.

Moving his heavy body, he leaped at Eunha, who was consumed by the rampant mana.

Landing on his chest, he punched him in the face with his fist.

I cant die like this.

No, I wont.

Look whos going to die.

Die, now.

He swung his fist with all his might.

Eunha raised his hand to point the Beretta at him, but Zenko wasnt afraid of the muzzle.

Eunhas mana was still twisted tightly in his body from the mana surge Zenko had unleashed.

It was easy enough for Zenko to punch out the childs arm.

Sparare a caso!

Now he couldnt use magic without chanting it out loud.

He was out of his mind, and any misuse of magic in this state would result in his demise.

So Zenko used the mana he had available to him to cast a spell with his voice to lock in his skills and imagination.

The number of arrows was noticeably less than the spell he had cast a moment ago.

It was enough.

Now he was in a situation where he couldnt stand up properly.

Ecco fatto.

Thats it.

Zenko signaled, and dozens of arrows rained down on him.

It was impossible to dodge or parry.

Haha, haha.

The arrowstorm was over.

Beyond the smoke, Zenko found him slumped over, face down on the ground.

It was finally over.

Zenko laughed, a winded sound.

Its over. I lived!

Cazzo.

It was a desperate battle.

The area had been reduced to rubble, with no trace of the hotel.

The fire had not yet been extinguished, even in the ashes.

Even if my legs are broken, Ill crawl.

Even if my weapon is shattered, Ill tear it apart.

Desperately,

Tenaciously,

Devoted to evil.

The <Undead> dont die.