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Chapter 148: Chapter 145 - King's Game (13)

Ricocheting a spell with his wand, Asterion was already beginning to feel bored. The Spanish team was disappointing in every way, except for the team captain; the rest of the members were at best considered mediocre in his eyes.

When he was about to end the game and return to his team, Asterion stopped, looked at Ana, and smiled as he saw lightning surrounding her figure.

"Finally, something interesting," he whispered, his red eyes narrowing with an intrigued look.

Ana, feeling that her team was going to lose in a disgraceful manner, stopped thinking about conserving magical energy and used her innate technique. She didn't want to return to her country in such a humiliating way.

"Innate Spell Manipulation – Princess of White Thunder – Negative Lightning Manipulation," Ana murmured. Her body was covered in white and blue lightning, her hair stood on end, and her gaze became extremely sharp. The air around her crackled violently.

*Fussshhh!*

Ana disappeared from where she was and almost instantly reappeared behind Asterion, her hand covered in lightning reaching for the neck of the special-grade sorcerer.

But what happened next made Ana's eyes widen to the extreme.

Asterion dodged the attack, and as Ana's figure passed by him, he charged his fist with magical energy and showed no mercy just because Ana was a woman. His fist struck the young woman's back without hesitation.

Ana fell to her knees, her expression filled with pain. She breathed heavily as she looked at Asterion in disbelief. She felt some of her bones break, and a shortness of breath struck her, preventing her from breathing normally.

She might not have been confident when it came to strength and power, but when it came to speed, she dared to say that even first-grade sorcerers couldn't come close to the speed she could reach.

But in front of this fourteen-year-old boy, she felt useless, the same feeling she had while watching helplessly as a cursed spirit devoured her mother before her eyes.

It was a feeling she had sworn never to experience again, yet here she was, kneeling and feeling like a piece of trash for losing to someone much younger than her.

But Ana didn't have more time to reflect on what had just happened; she felt a strong, agonizing pain in her head, her brain seemed to tremble, and her vision blurred and doubled.

Asterion had kicked Ana in the face with an indifferent expression, but Ana didn't fall unconscious. She activated her innate technique once more and retreated, holding her head, her expression pained as she looked at Asterion with a determined gaze.

The smell of ozone lingered in the air as lightning crackled around the body of the Spanish team captain. In her hands, lightning danced like serpents as her hair stood up in the air.

Asterion showed an intrigued look; this was indeed a good innate technique. If Ana were a Special Grade Witch, he would have treated her with caution; her speed would certainly be surprising.

 

As Asterion was thinking, Ana moved. The lightning in her hands transformed into two short swords, the crackling sound reverberating around.

Feeling the lightning in her hands trying to get out of her control, Ana's eyes became focused. Manipulating lightning was not the easiest task, especially with such a volatile element.

Exhaling warm air from her mouth, Ana took an attacking stance and pointed at Asterion, who seemed genuinely interested in her next moves.

She didn't want to admit it, but that expression of interest on her enemy's face left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was as if he hadn't considered her an enemy in the first place.

"Since you don't consider me a worthy enemy, I'll make you see me as one," Ana said, looking at Asterion, her eyes filled with a determination that surprised the Black Heir.

"Then show me, don't hold back, come at me with the intent to kill," Asterion responded to her words with a smile, his voice tinged with a touch of appreciation and interest.

When Asterion said this, Ana suddenly raised her head, and the ground around her cracked and sank.

"Don't spare any magical energy, release it all and don't stop," Ana thought. Just as she was about to attack, she felt her magical energy start to rise and expand uncontrollably. Her innate technique subtly changed, and her power increased.

The sounds of thunder reverberated deafeningly above the sky, black clouds condensed, shining with serpents of electricity swimming within them.

"Congratulations, you're now a Grade 1 Witch," Asterion said, a black pentagram appearing in his eyes, his gaze entirely focused on Ana's Ascension.

It was the first time he had seen someone advance in level besides himself. He hadn't figured out the mystery of advancement when he was a child, but this time was different.

His second Innate Technique made him realize that what Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw theorized might be very real, particularly the existence of planes overlapping the real world or even the plane where all magic originated.

In his eyes, Ana, using her innate technique as an anchor, deepened her connection with this mysterious existential plane, allowing her to advance in level and reach Grade 1.

"Fascinating. Can I use this existential plane to achieve my ambition?" Asterion thought excitedly. At that moment, he only wanted to finish this tournament as quickly as possible and lock himself in his basement to study the information being transmitted by his second innate technique.

Unfortunately, he couldn't leave the tournament at that moment; losing his magic was completely unacceptable—he would rather die than lose his magic.

*BOOMMMM!!!*

A sound reverberated across the sky, and Ana, who heard Asterion's words, knew she had advanced to a level that few ever reached in life.

Grade 1 Witch!

She was nineteen years old, and considering it, the chance of her reaching Special Grade was about 15%!

If she managed to reach the peak of Grade 1 before the age of thirty, that rate would increase to an impressive 30%!

It might seem low to many people, but compared to the rest of the witches and wizards in the world who had almost no chance of reaching Special Grade, it was an incredibly high rate!

Not everyone was a monster like Rose and Asterion, becoming Special Grade while still teenagers.

Asterion summoned his armor, finally taking the Spanish team captain a bit more seriously. The red eyes on the armor seemed alive, moving and blinking, making anyone feel a profound fear just by looking at them.

Ana, looking at the terrifying armor, clenched her fists, feeling a sense of strength and satisfaction bubbling in her chest. She finally felt confident again. Dispersing her lightning swords, Ana waved her hand, and a pillar of lightning fell where Asterion stood.

Asterion easily dodged the attack, but the terrain within twenty meters wasn't as fortunate; the ground sank at least three meters and shattered into countless pieces. A burnt smell lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of ozone.

"Did I do that?" Ana murmured, seeing the aftermath of her attack. She hadn't used much strength; it was just a casual strike, but that casual strike was stronger than any attack she had made before.

Before Ana could process it, Asterion appeared in front of her and punched her with his fist covered in black gauntlets. Ana only had time to reinforce her body and raise her arms before the impact came.

*Boom!!!*

Feeling the impact, Ana was sent flying backward but quickly balanced herself in the air and slid on the ground, leaving trails where she landed.

Ana was shocked by her reflexes and resilience. She finally understood why Asterion could dodge her attacks so easily; this kind of reflex was no different from a mysterious sixth sense, making the world around him seem slower than normal.

If she was like this, Ana couldn't imagine how absurd the reflexes of Special Grade witches and wizards were. Probably, to any outsider, watching a fight of Special Grade would be no different from seeing nothing. They would be so fast that the human eye couldn't successfully capture their figures.

Activating her Innate Technique to the fullest, Ana felt confident about facing Asterion or at least not getting beaten as badly as before.

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 146 - Second Phase of the King's Game (1), Chapter 147 - Second Phase of the King's Game (2), Chapter 148 - Second Phase of the King's Game (3), Chapter 149 - Second Phase of the King's Game (4), Chapter 150 - Second Phase of the King's Game (5), Chapter 151 - Second Phase of the King's Game (6), 152 - Second Phase of the King's Game (7), 153 - Second Phase of the King's Game (8), 154 - Second Phase of the King's Game (9), 155 - Second Phase of the King's Game (10), 156 - Second Phase of the King's Game (11), 157 - Second Phase of the King's Game (12), 158 - Second Phase of the King's Game (13 e And), 159 - Death of Arcturus (1), 160 - Death of Arcturus (2), Chapter 161 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (1).

 

 

 


Chapter 149: Chapter 146 - Second Phase of the King's Game (1)

"Nineteen years old, Grade 1, for a Muggle-born, she's very talented." Grindelwald remarked, watching the girl ascend through the levels under the eyes of hundreds of thousands of witches and wizards.

Ana's talent was truly surprising; many Muggle-borns would never reach her level, even if they trained their whole lives. Even among Noble Houses, Ana had remarkable talent.

"Any special soul is talented in its own right; her being Muggle-born only makes her more special," Dumbledore replied to his rival's words with a calm tone, subtly catching the disdain in the Dark Lord's voice.

"Do you believe what you're saying?" Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with his silver eyes and asked, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm. He knew his old enemy's ideas all too well—a world where everyone had a chance to be whatever they wanted.

If all witches and wizards were talented, then the power rankings that defined the foundations of the wizarding world wouldn't matter; everyone would be a powerful figure. Unfortunately, the world wasn't a beautiful fairy tale filled with justice. It was cruel, cold, and ruthless.

Talent was determined at birth, with a touch of luck and destiny. People like Ana Rodríguez, born to Muggle parents, were rare; the world always had been and always would be controlled by powerful families. One or two talented individuals could never influence society as a whole, something Dumbledore had always wanted to do throughout his life, but in the end, he never came close to achieving.

"Look at the faces of those children in the stands; their eyes shine with the hope of one day reaching a similar level. It's something beautiful to observe—the ideals of young people full of life and inspiration to change the world," Dumbledore said, his blue eyes looking at the children in the stands with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Always naive, Albus." However, Grindelwald did not share a similar vision to Dumbledore's. He looked at the children with a cold and composed gaze. "If they don't learn they have limits while studying, the world will teach them in the cruelest way, killing them without any pity or mercy. At that moment, their dreams, desires, and aspirations will mean absolutely nothing in the face of death."

"Always so pessimistic, Gellert." Dumbledore returned the words to his former lover, speaking with a look full of determination. "Even if the world teaches them they have limits, there is nothing more rewarding than seeing these children trying to surpass those limits."

He continued, looking directly into the silver eyes of the infamous Dark Lord. "Their pain, their tears, their sweat, their love, their desires, and their efforts—it's through the stumbles you make along life's path that you mature. A child cannot grow up with their parents by their side; they have to live for themselves to truly understand what life is, even if it is a hard life full of effort."

Grindelwald couldn't help but get lost in those eyes for a moment; he hated those eyes, eyes that could make the impossible a reality. The same eyes that had made him fall in love with the man before him.

"I hate it when you say things like that," Grindelwald murmured just loud enough for Dumbledore to hear.

Dumbledore rolled his eyes and looked wordlessly at his former lover and long-time rival. That expression reminded him of when they had met that summer.

All the ministers heard Dumbledore's words, and many agreed with his vision. The Russian Minister of Magic, Dmitri Ivanov, in particular, remembered his past.

As the son of an important family in decline, it was only when his parents died that Dmitri understood how heavy the burden his father and mother carried was.

He grew up despite assassination attempts from his cousins and uncles, maturing along the way with love and hardship.

Dmitri couldn't help but show a nostalgic smile; those were really difficult times, but when he looked back and saw what he had gone through to become who he was today, he never regretted his choices, even the wrong ones. It was the wrong ones that made him mature, not the right ones. Only when you err can you try to improve.

"You look like a nostalgic girl, Dmitri. What a shame for a man of your stature," Benjamin, sitting next to him, said with a sarcastic tone.

"Humph." Dmitri looked at his rival and scoffed loudly, his voice tinged with superiority. "Only you Americans think emotions are a woman's thing."

Dmitri's sharp words only made Benjamin smile sarcastically. "I believe a man who doesn't cry becomes stronger; we're not women to go around crying."

While Dmitri's words made the women present happy, Benjamin's words made them look at him in a decidedly unfriendly manner.

Luis Delacour, seeing this, pursed his lips, finally understanding why Benjamin's wife had been seduced by the Russian Minister of Magic.

With a husband like Benjamin, the woman probably lived under a lot of pressure and stress. When a kind man with an extremely high EQ like Dmitri Ivanov came along, he easily opened the door to the heart of the American Minister of Magic's wife.

Watching the two still arguing, Luis turned his gaze to the screen showing his daughter. He couldn't have been prouder at that moment. Beauty, intelligence, determination, and power—his daughter had all the qualities to be remembered in the annals of French history as one of the most powerful witches.

However, to gain fame and become renowned, she had to face two extremely talented opponents: Rose Potter and Asterion Black.

"May Merlin bless you, my daughter," Luis whispered inaudibly, focusing on the screen.

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While the discussion continued outside, Asterion and Ana were engaged in an intense battle. Asterion, using only his armor and gauntlets, constantly pressured Ana with his obviously superior physical strength.

Each punch broke the sound barrier, causing the air to tremble and compress with each blow, forcing Ana to retreat to avoid being hit.

Despite her efforts, her body was covered in purple bruises, especially on her face, where Asterion's fists landed repeatedly, despite her repeated defensive attempts.

But Ana didn't just stand there taking hits; she retaliated with powerful electric currents as big as houses, hitting her opponent squarely. However, unlike what she expected, aside from a few scratches and a small scorch mark on his chin, there were hardly any visible injuries on the Special Grade Wizard.

This frustrated her more than the injuries she was receiving—nothing was more painful than having her attacks be ineffective against her opponent.

Ana Rodriguez didn't know, but Asterion wasn't as calm as he appeared at that moment. The Spanish girl's Innate Technique was truly powerful, especially after advancing to Grade 1, making her attack power superior to many Grade 1 Wizards.

If he weren't constantly reinforcing his body, some of his blood would have spilled on the ground at times when Ana perfectly timed her attacks and struck with ferocity.

As for the loss of magical energy, Asterion wasn't too worried about this aspect. Both he and Rose were almost infinite generators of magical energy. It would be tough for him to run out of magical energy during a fight. However, since he was limited to using the power of a Grade 2 wizard, he was also limited in how much magical energy he could regenerate.

But as Asterion was almost supernaturally controlling his magical energy expenditure, he was regenerating his energy almost sublimely, something he shamelessly copied from Rose. After all, with Rose as a base, he just had to change the mold and adjust a few things subtly to suit his body.

Dodging a lightning bolt the size and thickness of a house, Asterion decided to take the fight a bit more seriously.

"Innate Spell Manipulation—Creation and Manipulation of Cursed Spirits—Summoning."

Raising his finger, a black vortex of pure darkness formed just above it, the size of a house, spinning like a black hole that even absorbed light.

"Don't die, Ana Rodriguez," Asterion said calmly, looking at the young woman's pale and battered face.

"Queen of the Sea - Sadalmelik-Albus."

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 147 - Second Phase of the King's Game (2), Chapter 148 - Second Phase of the King's Game (3), Chapter 149 - Second Phase of the King's Game (4), Chapter 150 - Second Phase of the King's Game (5), Chapter 151 - Second Phase of the King's Game (6), 152 - Second Phase of the King's Game (7), 153 - Second Phase of the King's Game (8), 154 - Second Phase of the King's Game (9), 155 - Second Phase of the King's Game (10), 156 - Second Phase of the King's Game (11), 157 - Second Phase of the King's Game (12), 158 - Second Phase of the King's Game (13 e And), 159 - Death of Arcturus (1), 160 - Death of Arcturus (2), Chapter 161 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (1), Chapter 162 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (2).

 

 

 

 


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