บท 20: ch20-Tutorial (15) Fighting the General

Oliver generally hated repeaters, as they hindered the real climbers. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if multiple of them were on floor 0 with him right now, already having killed multiple challengers.

But Oliver didn't have time for that right now, he needed to focus on his own plans.

Looking at general Rolan Oliver almost didn't see that he flung himself at him, pure fists, not even a single piece of armer on the man.

Oliver moved slightly to the right, letting Rolan fly towards the wall.

'This is it, this is the pressure I need to create my own spell.'

Oliver had long wanted to try and learn spells naturally instead of through the tower interface. Yet that never worked, but today, it was going to, it had to.

Two things were needed, talent, which Oliver had plenty of, and pressure, being provided by general Rolan. Now it was up to Oliver to make sure he took this opportunity by the neck and grabbed it.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOY."

Rolan shouted as he noticed even a second of distraction from Oliver, seeming that he wasn't taking this fight seriously.

Oliver turned his game face back on, but quickly replaced it with a hysterical smile as he started lobbing magic missiles at the general, 5 of them before he reacted.

[Magic Missile]

Oliver enhanced every single one of them, putting in 10 points of mana, the maximum amount he could put in before they would become unstable.

Seeing the instant casting Rolan's eyes lit up as he flicked his wrist at the first 2 magic missiles, deflecting them.

BOOM

The wall behind him partially shattered as the full force magic missile hit them, these weren't normal magic missiles after all, Olivers magic missiles did over 125 damage each.

Hearing the damage Rolan raised an eyebrow, as if he wasn't expecting this much, but quickly calmed down and focused on the other 3 magic missiles coming at him.

But before he could deflect them.

WOOSH

All 3 magic missiles nearly missed Rolan's hands as they started circling him, putting an even wider smile on his face.

"Nice tricks, but that is exactly what they are, tricks."

Rolan ignored the magic missiles entirely as he sprinted towards Oliver, who obviously couldn't outrun Rolan, but he didn't have to.

SHHH

As Rolan punched the air he looked at Oliver, who had dodged before Rolan himself knew were he was going to punch, staring at him, his eyes so wide that any onlooker would think him a psychopath.

'I CAN FEEL IT, IT'S COMMING, I JUST NEED TO KEEP THIS UP'

Oliver didn't get much time though as more fists were suddenly hurled at him.

SHHH

The first of them was dodged, landing only millimetres from Olivers face.

While the second one was clearly too fast, to ever dodge.

BOOM

A magic missile, flung from around Rolan towards his fist, exploding it away.

Rolan looked wide eyed as his fist missed, a glaring burn mark all over them.

Having long seen this coming Oliver retreated, casting 50 or so magic missiles before Rolan looked away from his hand, back to Oliver.

Even though Oliver could cast Magic Missile instantly that didn't mean he could cast an infinite amount instantly. He still needed time to release them, otherwise he would be multicasting, which wasn't possible with his trait at such a low level.

"MORE INTRESTING THEN I THOUGH, BOY."

Oliver didn't give him any more time as 50 magic missiles started curving in all directions, the courtyard becoming one big dark purple blue steaks party.

They looked cool, but didn't do much, Oliver didn't have that much mana, so these were merely 1 mana magic missiles, which could easily be tanked by Rolan even without armer.

These were merely to distract Rolan, of course Oliver could individually control all of them, but he didn't like showing all that he got. Especially if he didn't need to.

Rolan stormed through the barrage as he charged at Oliver like a mad bull. Doing no more fancy punches, merely clasping his hands together and smashing down.

As he looked Rolan in the eyes Oliver simply smiled lightly, and cast another spell.

[Mana Shield]

Oliver put a full the maximum of 10 mana points into his shield, creating it at a slope to distribute most of the force away from the shield.

And it worked, as cracks started to appear in the shield Rolan's hands slit off, the shield being dispelled a few breaths later by Oliver as he saw his opening.

Rolan's hands smashed into the ground, and Olivers hand moved in almost touching Rolan as he cast another spell.

[Magic Missile]

BOOM

A 10 mana magic missile smashed point blank into Rolan's ribs, sending him flying backwards and cracking the wall, creating a cloud of dust.

Oliver couldn't see clearly, but quickly noticed a muscular figure walking out the dust, not a single ounce of pain in his step.

As soon as Rolan became visible again Oliver could clearly see that he wasn't injured in the slightest, no, rather he was laughing.

He stopped abruptly, and addressed Oliver.

"WOWO, that is more than enough for me, you are qualified to get rewarded strait from the treasury once you show my that you killed enough wolves. Of course, that is if you want to stop here."

Rolan said that last part with a hint of laughter as he remembered all the crazy expressions Oliver made during the battle, obviously identifying him as a battle maniac.

Oliver, at the other side of the courtyard was smiling from ear to ear, but unlike what Rolan thought it had nothing to do with him or the treasury. Rather, it came from a crazy notification he had gotten after trying out to create his spell one last time while observing Rolan walk out of the dust cloud.

'I did it, I really did it, this is crazy.'

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