"On Demon Island, a new little demon has arrived, originally a sea nymph from the Ropa Seven Seas and a direct subordinate of Goddess Pan. She has shared many tales about the goddess with me.
'Do tell!' My curiosity was piqued, but Juliere, the demoness, shook her head and replied, 'What good would it do to tell you? Whether it is Goddess Pan or the Three-Bladed Divine Spear, they are beyond your reach. You lack even the ability to freely enter and exit Demon Island.'
'It's truly disheartening to lack sufficient strength!' I conceded defeat, abandoning my inquiries. I had long recognized that what Juliere hesitated to reveal often indicated its futility for me.
Juliere's sweet, alluring voice tantalized my ears: 'All you need to do is complete your training camp tasks in Canada, and you will return to Demon Island, where you can continue to enhance your abilities.'
'I have no intention of going there; I might end up dead on that bizarre island at any moment.'
'With your current strength, the monsters of Demon Island pose little threat to you.'
'Still, I prefer not to return; the people there are far more dangerous than the monsters, filled with perverse killers like Jack.'
The city I inhabited was merely a modest one, with a population just over a million—not the legendary Tokyo or New York, where extraterrestrials frequently visited and casually destroyed things. Events worthy of national headlines seldom occurred here.
Though I faced some troubles now, I firmly believed that living here was far safer than on Demon Island. Despite acquiring some peculiar powers, I remained just a high school student. Such complex matters exceeded my analytical capacity. I tucked away the Book of Demons and collapsed onto my bed, silently channeling the unnamed martial arts technique to help myself drift into slumber.
As I endured the phantom torment of Gualia within the spiritual training card, I had grown accustomed to allowing the unnamed martial arts technique to run ceaselessly, synchronized with my breath, becoming an integral part of my daily life. However, when I consciously activated this technique, I experienced additional benefits, such as an accelerated flow of true energy, which, once replenished, would merge with my mental strength to form the power of Platinum Glory. Shortly after leaving Demon Island, I had already reached a training progress of ninety-eight in the second layer of the unnamed martial arts technique, only to enter a stagnation period thereafter.
The cards obtained from Demon Island exhibited a noticeable stagnation phenomenon when the training progress exceeded ninety. I had yet to ascertain the conditions required for a breakthrough.
The first layer of the unnamed martial arts technique had unexpectedly advanced after I developed a close relationship with Lilith. Despite my long practice, I had never perceived this technique as particularly sinister, so I was reluctant to resort to that method again, even though I currently had an excellent candidate in mind.
As I drifted in and out of sleep, a sudden jolt awakened me, an eerie image invading my mind.
A young man with a smile at the corner of his lips stood outside Pan Lier's home, waving his hand to unleash a cloud of blood mist...
I could see clearly that the blood mist was composed of countless tiny crimson insects, and the shock was profound.
"This event will occur in seven minutes!" I was astonished at how clearly I shouted this phrase.
Sweat trickled down my back as I realized that my sleep for the night was doomed. Quietly, I opened my bedroom window and leapt from my room.
My home was on the fourth floor, a height from which I could jump without injury, relying on no tools. In fact, I could leap from even greater heights, though I had never tested that limit, and this time, I did not intend to land on the ground.
In my haste, I had no time to summon any transportation from my small arsenal; instead, as I jumped out the window, I pushed off the wall of the third floor, unfurling my magical wings. Within seconds, I soared into the sky, heading straight for Pan Lier's home.
Disturbing Pan Lier in the dead of night was clearly inappropriate, yet I suspected that she might not refuse me should I stealthily enter her room. My plan was to wait outside her door, ready to confront the scoundrel when he released his insects.
It seemed that the sorcerer Axe mentioned was indeed him.
The speed of the magical wings was remarkable. As I quietly landed on the roof of Pan Lier's house, I quickly folded my wings against my shoulder and prepared my weapons for battle, just as the sorcerer appeared, releasing the anticipated cloud of crimson insects.
What a pity; I could not allow him to succeed. It was imperative to act swiftly.
Sorcerers are often depicted as formidable figures in many mysterious legends. Although most of these tales stem from movies and novels, their notoriety made me wary, as granting my opponent any opportunity to retaliate would be reckless.
Thus, I unleashed a barrage of sixteen holy light projectiles, targeting both the cloud of insects and the sorcerer himself.
Almost simultaneously, I clasped my hands together and cast a newly learned spell—Mind Hammer. The compendium of Max's spells consists of practical magic, and this Mind Hammer is one of the soul and holy light fusion spells. With the Platinum Glory's affinity for holy power and my strong mental prowess, I focused on these types of spells, which are quick to activate, consume little energy, and deliver straightforward attacks.
Though the holy light projectiles were launched first, the Mind Hammer struck the sorcerer's soul flame ahead of them. However, I underestimated the sorcerer's strength; the Mind Hammer rebounded as if striking an indestructible iceberg.
Despite my formidable mental strength, the backlash left me dazed, my eyes ringing, ears buzzing, and a bitter metallic taste in my mouth.
Had it not been for the holy light projectiles that I had launched first, granting me a moment's respite, I surely would not have survived the sorcerer's fierce counterattack—assuming he had any strength left to retaliate.
While I was in discomfort, the sorcerer was not faring much better. The Mind Hammer, attacking his soul without warning, left him reeling; unless one possessed extreme sensitivity, they would only realize the attack after being struck.
Though the sorcerer managed to deflect the Mind Hammer, he too was left dazed, bloodshot eyes betraying his suffering, and the holy light projectiles struck him before he could recover.
My greatest concern was the cloud of insects that comprised the blood mist, which disintegrated into ashes under the purifying light of the holy projectiles, utterly vanquished.
"Greetings!
In a moment of peril, the necromancer displayed formidable prowess, transforming his hands into an impenetrable barrier that steadfastly shielded him from the eight holy light projectiles I had sent his way.
This terrifying display of strength sent my heart racing, yet at that moment, bidding farewell was not an option he would entertain. Resolutely, I straightened my back and leapt from the rooftop of Pan Lier's opulent villa. If it had been a high-rise apartment, there would have been no rooftop from which to jump.
"Who are you?"
"Spare me the clichéd villain monologue; I am the demon here to engage you in a soul acquisition deal.
In this scenario, it's either you who kills me, or I who kills you. How could I possibly waste time on idle chatter?
With Jack's silver spear in my left hand and the long blade, Ancient Moon, in my right, I unleashed my mental energy to its fullest. Without relying on hand gestures, I conjured a fireball spell. Preserving my strength was paramount; when I descend to hell to lament my fate, I mustn't appear despondent.
You may wonder why I did not use the more common holy light projectiles. The reason is that the silver spear in my hand was emitting a meter-long beam of silver light, with all my Platinum Glory power channeled into it.
If one strike doesn't vanquish you, I shall flee with all my might, using my magical wings to create distance, engaging in guerrilla warfare with my psionic firearms…
To think of victory before considering defeat; this tactical approach only formed after my departure from Demon Island.
During my time on the island, the environment and the influence of rage-inducing substances had shaped a more aggressive combat style. Now, however, I lacked the reckless fervor, resolved only to never admit defeat and to return another day.
As for my weapon skills, I was familiar with only the basic techniques of Flying Sand and Basic Swordplay.
Thus, I employed Flying Sand with the long blade, while the silver spear executed a straightforward thrust, devoid of any intricate maneuvers. The necromancer seemed taken aback by my sudden assault, and despite my heart racing and my hands trembling, I executed a swift spin, shedding my outer garment, and deftly enveloping the heavy blade waves conjured by Ancient Moon.
Simultaneously, a silver serpent surged from my sleeve, intertwining with my silver spear in an intricate manner.
With a resounding boom, Ancient Moon burst forth, but due to the clash with the necromancer's weapon, he staggered back three steps, causing my attack to veer off course and miss its target. Ironically, the only successful strike came from my fireball spell, intended merely as a distraction, which accurately landed in the necromancer's groin, evoking a sense of anticipation akin to watching "It's Not My Fault for the Lamb Hot Pot."
Regrettably, the necromancer swiftly extinguished the fireball with a slap of his left hand, which appeared to have barely singed his undergarments, leaving the more vital areas untouched.
Having gained such an advantage through a surprise attack and a multi-pronged approach, I found myself in awe of the necromancer's skill. Just as I contemplated my next strategy, he unexpectedly distanced himself, gliding backward as if walking on water, swiftly retreating over ten steps.
After our earlier clash, the aura on my silver spear had diminished by half, and my arm trembled from the impact. Once he had created space, I could finally see that he wielded a soft sword, its silver glint shimmering in the moonlight, exuding a sharpness that was quite formidable.
My previous strike, infused with the entirety of my Platinum Glory, could have shattered a steel beam of considerable girth, yet his soft sword remained unscathed, clearly a remarkable weapon in its own right.
As he distanced himself, he swiftly transferred the soft sword to his left hand, giving it a gentle shake to straighten it, demonstrating his exceptional swordsmanship.
In terms of stance, I could hardly compare to him. Since acquiring the compendium of Max's magical incantations, my primary combat prowess had shifted from physical confrontations to magical prowess. However, when evaluating my combat capabilities, I still preferred to measure them by my own martial skills.
My excessive reliance on my fists often led me to prioritize swift strikes and blade techniques in my tactical considerations.
As the saying goes, sin is not wrong; as long as one sheds the superficial and returns to their essence, the soul can remain pure.
Countless holy light projectiles coalesced around me, a technique I had mastered early on. Through diligent training and the study of Max's magic, I had reached a point where I could unleash them without any physical gestures, merely by the power of thought.
If not for the flight speed of the holy light projectiles, which often failed to meet my expectations, I would have explored further possibilities with this technique. The efficacy of holy light projectiles relies on purification, and their impact on ordinary people is not as pronounced as against monsters. Recently, I had consciously begun substituting fireball spells for holy light projectiles, yet this transition was incomplete; in a rush, I couldn't replicate the same finesse with fireball spells. "As the mountains remain unchanged and the waters flow eternally, since you insist on killing me, could you perhaps provide a reason?"
The necromancer, unaware that I had amassed so many holy light projectiles to create distance, mistakenly assumed I was preparing to strike again and uttered words that left me utterly astonished.
"I wish to grant you clarity in death, but alas, I am equally perplexed!"
As I expressed my dissatisfaction with fate, the necromancer suddenly waved his hand, releasing a buzzing object, before turning to flee. Fearing he might be wielding an explosive device, I hurriedly took to the skies, conjuring a shield of holy light projectiles. By the time I realized I had caught a swarm of giant bees, still coalescing in the air, the necromancer had vanished from my sight, employing some unknown means of escape.
In haste, I purified the swarm, which was larger than an adult's pinky finger and entirely black. I understood that I would no longer find this enemy, and with a quiet leap into the air, I circled around to intimidate before heading towards the school where the axe had been thrown.
In truth, the necromancer's peculiar abilities had yet to be fully revealed. His exceptional combat skills had already given me a headache, but the fact that I had managed to force him to retreat without even showcasing his exquisite swordsmanship was beyond my expectations.
Continuing the fight could lead to unforeseen complications, as I had no idea what other strange abilities my opponent possessed. I considered employing my mental energy to search for the necromancer's whereabouts, yet cornering him into a desperate fight might yield disastrous consequences for both of us."
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