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Kapitel 13: 13

Hello everyone, I am the author, and I must warn you that during the week, the frequency of chapter postings decreases due to my job. However, I will try to post a chapter daily. 

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On a ship docked in a Noxian city's harbor, a group of three hooded individuals spoke. 

"Didn't you say we were going to Ionia? Why are we secretly boarding a ship bound for Demacia?" Katarina whispered to Mark as the three, with the third being Riven, boarded the vessel. 

As he stepped onto the ship, Mark offered a small prayer to Janna and replied to Katarina, "I have some matters to settle in Demacia first. There are many talented mages there I want to recruit, and I also need to meet a certain woman." He shivered briefly as he said this. 

"A certain woman?" Katarina whispered, but Mark could sense the dangerous tone in her voice. "Changing the subject, why are you coming along, Riven?" Feeling his life in danger, he quickly turned to Riven, who was standing with them. 

"General Swain said that if you tried to act without informing him, I should follow you," Riven said in a professional tone, making Mark sigh as he braced himself for the long journey ahead. 

The three quickly boarded the transport ship. It was designed for noble tourists and rare goods, so they were provided separate quarters. 

Soon, the trio occupied a luxurious cabin, and Mark could feel the glances of sailors and other travelers aboard, watching as he led two beautiful women into the room. 

"He must be a rich young lord." 

"I envy him; those women look strong. Maybe that's his thing?" 

"Damn, while we're working hard to survive, he's living in luxury!" 

The sailors' words stung because Mark had once been in their shoes, but he could only smile bitterly and close the door behind them. 

At that moment, Katarina threw herself onto the bed. "I have another question: If we're going to Demacia and cause trouble with our identities, won't that lead to armed conflict? While I know Noxus doesn't fear fights, I doubt our families would be pleased," Katarina said, and Mark gave a sly smile before pulling three masks from his cloak—two fox masks and one lamb mask. 

Since his previous mask had broken, Mark personally ordered three new masks made of better materials, carved by a local master craftsman. 

"From today onward, we're a group of magical revolutionaries. I'm the fire mage, Mark!" he declared boldly, and the two women looked at him as if he were a fool. "Shouldn't you change your name so they don't recognize you? I don't think there are many other people named Mark, let alone fire mages too," Riven questioned, but he just smiled. 

"That's the point. If they accuse me later, I can simply claim it was a conspiracy and had nothing to do with me. This is called hiding in plain sight!" he said confidently. It's like the Batman paradox. 

Everyone knows Batman is Bruce Wayne, but without proof, it's all speculation because Bruce Wayne always has an alibi and witnesses. 

Thus, doubt always lingers, and no one can ever reach the truth. "Besides, since my sword broke, I'll only use my firepower to train with it. This will create a break in fighting styles." Finally, the two seemed convinced and took the masks. 

Thus began the journey of the trio of revolutionaries to Demacia. 

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Meanwhile, in Noxus. 

Swain and Du Couteau sat across from each other with serious expressions as they read the spy report on Mark and Katarina. 

With each passing moment, Du Couteau's face darkened, especially as he read the end of the report written by the spy who was now working as a butler in the castle. 

(Miss Katarina frequently visits Master Mark's room at night and always leaves with a radiant smile.) 

"I underestimated him," Swain broke the silence first, tossing the papers on the table with a long sigh. Recently, he had been very pleased with Mark's achievements and planned to formally adopt him into the Swain family, preparing him to inherit the family name. 

However, never in his wildest dreams or darkest schemes had he considered that Mark would seduce the Blade of Du Couteau. He had even made plans in case Mark betrayed him, but this possibility was never on his radar. 

The issue wasn't that Mark had seduced Katarina; it was *when* he did so and how far their relationship had advanced. If Swain had already adopted Mark, their union, even if fake, would eventually turn the families into powerful allies and be seen as a political shield in the future. 

Du Couteau wasn't angry about possibly losing his perfect weapon either. He could always create another—there was no shortage of orphans in Noxus to train as assassins. 

The problem was that Mark had shown him no consideration. This was like a slap to the face for Du Couteau, a strictly traditional and rigid man. 

The two generals exchanged glances and sighed wearily. 

"Young people," they muttered simultaneously, cursing their naivety in thinking that sending two young people on a mission together, practically alone, wouldn't lead to *anything*. 

"When will he return to Noxus to formally receive his merits and undergo the adoption ceremony?" Du Couteau asked casually as he picked up a cup of tea, and Swain replied. 

"I don't know. He left for Demacia two days ago with your daughter and my envoy." The moment Swain's last word fell, Du Couteau spat his tea all over the table. 

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A week later, in a Demacian harbor. 

A merchant ship slowly docked, and soon goods and passengers began to disembark. Mark, Katarina, and Riven skillfully blended into the crowd before slipping into the city's safe corners to avoid the guards' inspections. 

"Demacia is truly beautiful," Mark murmured, and Katarina nodded in agreement. Before them stretched a dazzling white and blue city. 

Petricite—the name of the stone trees with absurd anti-magic properties—was everywhere, in every building, making the entire city shimmer under the sunlight. 

"This place is peaceful," Riven commented, hearing the cheerful voices of merchants and citizens and observing the city's calm atmosphere. "It only seems calm on the surface. You may not see it, but this city reeks of hypocrisy, just like all of Demacia," Mark murmured, and the trio began walking through the city. 

"What are we doing first?" Katarina asked Mark as they strolled. Mark gave her a wicked smile, "First, we're going to free some prisoners," he said, leading the group out of the city. 

Demacia wasn't a large kingdom to begin with, and many mage hunter fortresses were practically exposed to the outside world. With a brief search, Mark quickly identified a mage hunter base near the city where they had landed. 

The group swiftly left the city and, donning their masks, entered one of the forests toward the Bay of Clarinets. Demacia was a country full of forests, making infiltration easy, but the only problem was that the forests were filled with magical monsters. 

**WARGH!** 

A stone-covered bear roared at the group as they ventured deeper. "Wow, that's a big one," Katarina murmured, drawing one of her daggers, while Riven unsheathed a short sword beside her. 

Without waiting for any signal, the two rushed toward the bear, which wasted no time swinging a massive claw at Katarina. She smiled and accelerated. 

Like a crimson flash, the bear's paw struck Katarina's afterimage, and she swiftly darted past its right leg, stabbing the joint in its knee. 

**WARGH!** The bear roared in pain, losing its balance and falling to its knees. Seizing the opportunity, Riven leaped into the air, spinning twice before slashing its eye. 

**Slash!** 

Blood spurted out as the bear roared in agony again, flailing its claws wildly, but the two women calmly dodged and retreated to a safe distance. At that moment, the stone bear felt a wave of heat rising from its back and turned around. 

"I need a cool name for this spell. Let me think," Mark's voice rang out as red flames began gathering in his hands. He combined them into a massive red fireball spinning in the air. "Ah, I've got a good one!" he declared as the fireball spun faster before shooting toward the bear. 

"EXPLOSION!" he shouted as the fireball hit the bear, whose face showed despair. 

**BOOM!** 

An explosion erupted, and red flames shot up to the forest canopy, scattering animals and birds as they fled desperately to save their lives. 

**Paf!** 

With a loud thud, the bear's charred corpse fell to the ground, emitting a delicious aroma. The group decided to take a break to eat. 

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Hello everyone, it's the author here. If you're wondering why Mark can use fire like this now, the answer is simple. 

He's constantly growing stronger. I'm trying to show his potential by making his strength increase a little with each chapter. 

See you tomorrow! 


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At the headquarters of the Mage Hunters in the Bay of Clarinets, three hooded and masked figures observed the base from the trees, blending into the environment. 

"What's the plan?" Katarina asked Mark while checking her daggers, and Riven also examined her gear. "Let's see," Mark murmured as he studied the base. 

The headquarters seemed to have been built atop a Petricite tree, and from what he remembered, its underground interior was vast. Finding the prisoners and navigating the traps would undoubtedly take time. 

His eyes swept over the sentries and then to the entrance, where he got a bold idea. 

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Meanwhile, inside the base... 

Hesbeth, the vile alchemist of the Mage Hunters, was conducting experiments in his lab. Since the current story takes place long before the mage rebellion, he hadn't yet made significant advances in his research. 

His laboratory was filled with tools, magical chemical compounds, and the corpse of a mage on a bench—probably an unlucky soul Hesbeth had decided to experiment on. 

At that moment, Hesbeth felt light tremors in the room, making him frown. "What was that?" he muttered, putting down his tools as he headed out of the room. 

He didn't allow guards on the same floor where he conducted experiments to avoid interference with his research, but now this decision proved inconvenient as he had to climb the stairs to find the guards. 

**Thump!** 

The tremors became more frequent and stronger, causing Hesbeth to frown and quicken his pace. He swiftly climbed the stairs and entered the floor where the prisoners were held. 

Peeking his head through the door, he saw two hooded figures standing in the hallway, whom he assumed to be mage hunters and decided to call out to them. 

"Hey, you two, tell me what the hell is going—" Hesbeth began, but the words stuck in his throat as he climbed the last step and looked at the floor around the two figures, who slowly turned to face him. 

On the ground lay a dozen mage hunter guards and mages, their throats slit or chests pierced, filling the air with the strong scent of blood. Hesbeth gulped as he saw the two female figures wearing fox masks staring at him. 

"Are you Hesbeth, the alchemist?" the woman with white hair asked him. Not daring to respond, Hesbeth turned to flee, but before he could take two steps, a sharp wind whistled through the air, followed by a searing pain in his left leg. 

"Argh!" Hesbeth groaned in pain, collapsing to the floor and bleeding. A dagger had lodged deeply in his thigh, thrown by the red-haired woman. 

The two figures quickly approached him and grabbed him. "You're coming with us, but first, help us free the mages here," Katarina demanded, grabbing Hesbeth by his clothes and dragging him down the hallway as he screamed in pain. 

His relentless cries woke the numerous prisoners in the dozens of cells lining the corridors, and one by one, the mages approached the cell doors. 

Riven, holding a key ring she had taken from a dead guard, began to open the cells one by one. The prisoners, however, dared not leave and only peeked out curiously as all the cells were unlocked. 

Inside were children, women, adults, and elders of all kinds and ages—ordinary people who had experienced magical awakenings and been captured by the Mage Hunters. 

The fire of life had already been extinguished in their eyes, leaving only despair and loss reflected in their gaze. If Mark were there, he would have said a prayer to Janna before tending to them one by one. 

After freeing all the cells, the prisoners began to step out, following the two women who had released them. At that moment, Riven turned to face them, causing them to stop in their tracks. 

"I know you have many questions, and they'll be answered in due time, but right now, our companion is fighting on the surface against countless Mage Hunters. Follow us, and you'll gain freedom. Stay, and only death awaits you," she said sternly. Just then, the prison trembled again, and dust fell from the ceiling. 

The people murmured, unsure of what to do, but then a small girl, about five years old, stepped forward. "If we follow you, will we truly be free again? Will the Mage Hunters stop chasing us?" she asked, approaching the two women. 

To Riven's surprise, Katarina let go of Hesbeth, who groaned in pain, and stepped forward before kneeling before the little girl. "I think I'm beginning to understand how Mark feels when he sees these people," she thought, her heart tightening at the sight of the child's small eyes, full of hope and fear. 

It was a new feeling for her, but she thought about what Mark would do and placed her hand on the girl's head. "Everything will be okay, little one. I'll protect you so no Mage Hunter will ever dare to come after you," she said. The little girl extended her pinky to her. 

"Do you pinky swear?" she asked. Katarina hesitated for a moment before linking her pinky with the girl's. "I swear," she said, standing up and approaching Riven. 

"Change of plans. You take the alchemist and retrieve that black feather Mark mentioned. I'll help them escape," Katarina said. Riven nodded, grabbing the injured alchemist and dragging him down the stairs. 

With a determined gaze hidden beneath her mask, Katarina began to run toward the stairs, and the crowd followed her upward. 

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On the surface... 

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**BOOM!** 

A fiery explosion erupted, sending dust and screams into the air. 

"Damn it, there are too many of them!" Mark shouted as he performed acrobatic maneuvers to dodge numerous stone projectiles conjured by opposing mages. 

His shirt was already torn, with small cuts and marks spread across his body as he faced the horde of Mage Hunters before him. 

"You damn mage, just die already!" one of the hunters yelled, attempting to conjure a wind blade in mid-air. But with a wave of Mark's left hand, the spell destabilized, resulting in a wind explosion that hurled several Mage Hunters into the air, injuring them. 

"This guy's a monster," murmured Killan, Sylas' former mentor in the Mage Hunters. He had been nearby when several magical distress calls reached his squad, prompting them to rush to the scene. 

But what they encountered was pure chaos: charred and bloodied bodies of paladins and Mage Hunters littered the area. Strange red flames engulfed the scene, burning only the corpses while leaving the forest untouched. In the midst of it all, a lone man wearing a sheep mask—like a god of death—dominated the battlefield with wind and fire magic, overwhelming both the defenses and reinforcements that arrived. 

At first, Mark had simply been launching fireballs and wind blades, pummeling any paladin who dared get close with flaming fists, leaving his enemies no room to counterattack. 

However, as reinforcements poured in, Mark began to feel the pressure. Spells of water, stone, and other elements came at him relentlessly, forcing him to erect barriers for defense. 

Soon, it was he who was on the defensive, passively fending off attacks. Sensing the enemy's growing confidence, Mark became irritated, thinking quickly of a way to turn the tide. 

It wasn't exactly a solution but rather a new method of attack. Recalling the bending techniques from *Avatar*, he had a sudden revelation: the greatest challenge for mages when casting spells was their reliance on focus. With few exceptions, spells required channeling energy through the body and controlling it mentally. 

But Mark, inspired by the *Avatar* universe, devised a simple idea: **"I just need to guide the energy with my body, not my mind."** 

Coming to this conclusion, he dropped his wind and fire barriers, allowing numerous spells to rain down on him. 

"We got him!" a Mage Hunter exclaimed, only for his eyes to widen in disbelief in the next instant. 

**Swoosh!** 

Using wind magic to propel himself into the air, Mark spun his body, accumulating fire in his hands before releasing a stream of flames toward the mages. They scrambled desperately to defend themselves. 

He began to move fluidly across the battlefield, performing acrobatics to optimize his spellcasting. At first, his movements were clumsy, allowing some spells to hit him. But thanks to his divine lineage and the *Sharingan*, what started as a rough concept of magical martial arts quickly became a reality before everyone's eyes. 

This led to the current situation. 

"He's evolving while fighting us!" Killan realized in horror. He immediately wanted to warn his comrades to end the battle quickly, but at that moment, the man stopped moving and raised his hand, signaling a pause in the fight. 

No one knew why, but all the Mage Hunters stopped casting spells and stared at him in silence, afraid that any noise might provoke him into attacking again. 

Mark glanced at them, dusting himself off with a look of satisfaction. 

"I haven't introduced myself to you yet. My name is Mark!" he declared, pausing to glance at the headquarters' entrance. 

At that moment, Katarina and the freed mages emerged. Freezing for a moment at the sight of the battlefield, they hesitated, but Katarina urged them on, forcing them to run. 

One by one, they passed Mark, heading into the forest. The Mage Hunters watched in silence, knowing that if they dared pursue, the battle would turn into an all-out massacre, with their bodies inevitably joining the charred remains on the ground. 

When the last mage disappeared into the forest, a Mage Hunter captain stepped forward. 

"Surrender, Mage Mark! If you surrender now, we'll spare your life, and perhaps you might even join our ranks. But if you resist, all that awaits you is pursuit and death!" he declared confidently. 

Mark remained silent for a moment. 

"Maybe I should put on a little show?" he thought playfully, recalling several charismatic antiheroes and villains. Deciding to have some fun, he slowly hunched over, clutching his stomach. 

"Haha... MUHAHAHAHA!" He chuckled softly before breaking into a booming, maniacal laugh, straightening up as he glared at the Mage Hunters. 

"YOU! TAKE MY MESSAGE!" he shouted, pointing at them while slowly arching backward. *(Note: JoJo pose.)* 

"I WILL DESTROY THE MAGE HUNTERS! I WILL BURN THE HYPOCRITICAL DEMACIA TO THE GROUND AND FROM ITS ASHES BUILD A JUST KINGDOM FOR MAGES!" he proclaimed, his voice thundering like a storm, searing itself into the minds of the Mage Hunters, who unconsciously took a step back. 

At that moment, Mark opened his arms, and a wall of fire erupted in front of him, separating him from the mages. 

"REMEMBER ME, FOR I AM VENGEANCE! I AM JUSTICE! I AM... BATMAN!" he shouted. The walls of fire burst upward before slowly dissipating, revealing that Mark had vanished. 

The remaining Mage Hunters stood drenched in sweat, their eyes filled with fear. 

"Contact Lord Eldred—no, contact the King. He needs to know about Batman!" 

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