Evil Avalon

Chapter 151 The Final Plan is Drawn

(TL:By Rafael,valhallatls.blogspot.com)

A Night in Tokyo, July

Even though the sun has completely set, the high humidity and temperature make the night in Tokyo unbearably hot.

On the rooftop of this high-rise building, a somewhat strong wind offers some relief from the heat. However, for me in my current state, even that feels like nothing more than a minor comfort, and I remain deeply uncomfortable.

The reason? I’m still catching my breath from a brutal fight moments ago, and the axe-wielding man in front of me is radiating a murderous intent, his crimson magical energy exuding sheer intimidation. It’s unbearably oppressive, making this situation all the more miserable.

Still, wiping the sweat from my cheek with my sleeve, I put on a smile and ask, "Can I have a moment to prepare?"

Kafka, the axe-wielder, eyes me suspiciously before bursting into a hearty laugh.

"You’re asking for time? At this point? You’ve got some nerve!"

The skill this guy used earlier—《Berserk》—grants an enormous boost to strength while applying a debuff called "Frenzy," which sends emotions into overdrive. If he possesses this skill, then he’s almost certainly a 【Berserker】, a hidden job exclusive to the Holy Empire. It has never been recorded in Japan.

"You’re not thinking of running away, are you? That’s a no-no~♪"

With a sadistic smile, Svetlana casually strolls behind me without even drawing her weapon. Her sharp gaze makes it clear: "Run, and you die instantly."

She’s likely a 【Necromancer】, but between her and Kafka’s 【Berserker】 class, I can’t help but marvel—albeit in a bad way—at how people can willingly take on such mentally taxing jobs.

Just behind her, a Servant emits an overwhelming surge of magical energy, holding a lance that seemingly appeared from nowhere. A miasma-like aura seeps through the gaps in its bloodstained full-plate armor, sending chills down my already fragile chicken heart.

(A hero... was the name Rasha?)

Even in Dungeon Explorer, adventurers with the "Hero" title were legendary warriors who overturned dire situations in battles and wars. Mihailo Maxim was one such hero. However, I can confidently say that this one isn’t as strong.

The reason is simple: a Servant’s strength cannot exceed that of its summoner.

That said, there’s no doubt that all of these enemies are well above level 30, making them formidable foes.

On the other hand, I’m only level 25. If I fight them head-on, I’m doomed. Even just exchanging a few blows would be incredibly difficult.

Escape? Impossible. Even if I sprinted toward the exit at full speed, my inferior speed means they’d catch me in seconds.

Not that running was ever an option in the first place.

Across the rooftop, a massive glowing magic circle is layered in complex formations. I can’t tell exactly what type of magic it is without getting closer, but there’s a high probability that it includes a building-destruction spell.

No matter what, I must take these guys down and either destroy or disable that magic circle.

It’s a life-or-death situation. But I have a way. I just need time.

And to get that time, I need to convince the axe-wielder standing before me.

"You see, I was dragged into this fight without any proper preparation. So—"

"And if I let you prepare, you’ll put on an even better show for me?"

Kafka, apparently frustrated from being left on "operator duty" while his comrades went on a rampage, had been bottling up his stress. He had been hoping that a strong enemy might show up to entertain him.

(So, he just wants to cut loose and go wild, huh?)

Even in the game, the Holy Empire’s warriors cared little for loyalty to their nation. They only sought strength and opportunities to fight at full power. Essentially, they were all battle junkies.

If that’s the case, I just need to play into their expectations.

Just as I was forming my strategy, Svetlana, touching her chin, narrowed her eyes and spoke with suspicion.

"You seem at least somewhat competent... Are you a 【Samurai】? I can’t imagine any other noteworthy jobs coming from a backwater adventurer country like Japan."

"N-no, I’m not a 【Samurai】... but I do have a little something up my sleeve. A surprise, you might say. I just need a little prep time... Eheh~."

I rub my hands together, flashing a cheeky grin as if revealing some grand secret.

Svetlana remains skeptical, but Kafka seems intrigued. His magical pressure weakens slightly, and he lowers his axe.

"Alright. I’ll give you one minute. Show me."

"We’re not letting you escape anyway, so fine. But if this is a disappointment, I’ll make you regret it to death. Hurry up."

The two of them step back a few meters and gesture impatiently for me to begin.

(They think I’m hopelessly outmatched... This is just a cruel game to them.)

But that arrogance will be their downfall.

(Alright... Let’s do this.)

I gauge my remaining mana and start refining it within me. The pain and strain that will follow are inevitable, but there’s no time to hesitate.

Taking a deep breath, I suppress my fear.

With magical energy concentrated in my index fingers, I begin to draw two separate magic circles.

On my left—《Shadow Step》, which drastically enhances speed and evasion.

On my right—《Satanakia’s Stem Cells》, a powerful HP regeneration skill that can heal even severed limbs instantly.

I complete both sigils in one smooth stroke. Instantly, my mana is drained, and the magic activates.

A black surge of energy erupts around me, followed by an excruciating burning sensation across my skin. My body feels as if it’s being torn apart and rebuilt from the inside.

I stumble, but force myself to stand firm.

《Shadow Step》 is familiar—I use it for hunting all the time. But 《Satanakia’s Stem Cells》 is an ultimate-tier skill, far beyond my level 25. The strain is immense.

And this is just the beginning.

A dense aura of mana surges around me, causing cracks to form in the concrete at my feet.

Kafka’s grin widens, while Svetlana traces invisible patterns in the air, analyzing the phenomenon.

"…That skill activation… No, what exactly is that skill? Answer me."

"I’ve never seen magic circles drawn and activated without a catalyst before. And these formations… they’re incredibly high-tier."

Good. They’re interested.

Normally, skills are locked to preset slots, meaning neither Kafka nor Svetlana should be able to do what I just did.

But players—and only players—can still use the "Player Skill" system from the game.

The catch? It requires manual activation—either by drawing a magic circle or performing a skill motion.

Doing this mid-battle against stronger enemies is suicidal.

Unless... they willingly give me the time to do it.

Suppressing the pain wracking my body, I maintain my facade of composure.

"As you can see, drawing the corresponding magic circle allows for skill activation. Didn’t you know?"

"I’ve never seen such a technique. Do you have more to show?"

"Of course. Now, let me show you my trump card..."

After a slight bow, I chug an MP potion and prepare to draw my final sigil.

This next move will push my body and mind to the limit.

(But I will not let them win. Not today.)

With unwavering resolve, I channel my magic and begin to draw.

The intertwining lines of magic, combining complex geometric patterns and intricate formations, overlapped multiple times, weaving together to form meaning. This was the Extra Skill of the highest-tier job I had in the game—Weapon Master.

This was Dun'ex’s strongest buff magic, drastically enhancing every parameter related to close combat: attack power, accuracy, weapon proficiency, reaction speed, and dynamic vision. Its effects were undeniable, but the price I had to pay for using it with this immature body was… unfathomable.

As the magic circle neared completion, its rainbow-colored radiance intensified, sending out high-density mana accompanied by air vibrations.

"This is my trump card… Burn it into your memory! 《Overdrive》!!"

The moment the effect activated, my entire body’s muscles tensed to the extreme, tearing instantly. My bones groaned as if they were crushing my organs, and several capillaries ruptured, causing me to bleed. Before I could even cry out in pain, 《Satanakia’s Stem Cells》 immediately repaired and regenerated the damage, forcibly restoring my body to a normal state.

A colossal amount of red-black mana, utterly unmatched for a level 25, erupted around me. Svetlana’s eyes widened as she took a few steps back. Even Kafka, whose confidence had vanished, let out a heavy breath with a grim expression.

"…Well, well… This is definitely something. So it wasn’t just a bluff, huh? In that case, as a warrior, I’ll give it my all!"

"Yeah… I don’t have much time either. Let’s get this over with."

《Overdrive》 pushed my physical capabilities far beyond their limits, but it wouldn’t last long—not in terms of time, body, or even mind. As blood dripped from my nose, I reached into my Magic Bag and pulled out a newly materialized pure mithril sword. I lightly swung the two blades to check their balance.

Just that motion alone stirred up small whirlwinds, scattering shards of broken concrete radially. It seemed the effect was working perfectly.

Kafka, realizing the man before him truly possessed the power to kill them, gathered his mana and took a stance with his massive axe. Svetlana also retreated behind her servant, lowering her center of gravity while chanting multiple buffs.

A long, drawn-out moment of silence fell over the rooftop, as though time itself had frozen.

Then—

The moment the moon was swallowed by the clouds and the darkness thickened, Kafka and his servant shattered the ground beneath them as they lunged forward.

Their range closed in sharply, flanking me from opposite angles. Their blades came slicing through the air at different heights and directions, but I didn't move—I tilted my body diagonally and blocked the attacks with my twin swords.

Sparks erupted as enormous kinetic forces clashed. A thunderous impact echoed, sending concrete tiles flying and kicking up a delayed whirlwind. Despite being locked in a fierce blade struggle, Kafka kept spinning his axe at high speed, while Rasha swung her lance from behind in an attempt to deliver another strike—but I deflected each and every one of their attacks with my twin swords.

"What the hell…? Where is all this power coming from?!"

Kafka, relying on the sheer brute strength boost of 《Berserk》, attempted to force his way through with overwhelming force. But when he saw that I wasn’t budging an inch, his eyes went wide with shock.

A full-power strike from both his hands—against someone nearly ten levels lower—was being brushed aside with just one of mine. But my strength wasn’t just about raw STR.

Noticing Rasha widening her stance to unleash a Weapon Skill, I immediately closed the distance and kicked her to cancel the attack. At the same time, I dodged Kafka’s strike with a sidestep and attempted to bring my twin swords down on the staggered Rasha—but Svetlana's magic bullet interrupted me, forcing me to retreat and reset my position.

That entire exchange had taken only about ten seconds. The concrete tiles were already riddled with cracks and deep cuts, yet the footing remained solid. The dust clouds were quickly swept away by the wind, ensuring clear visibility. It was actually a decent battleground—but the real problem was…

(The strain on my body… haah… It’s far worse than I expected…)

Even after just ten seconds, my breathing was ragged, and my body was on the verge of screaming in agony. If I didn't keep clenching my teeth, the pain of my muscles tearing apart might cause me to pass out. Any strategy that involved carefully reading my opponents' habits and looking for openings over time had to be discarded immediately. I had to end this—fast—or I would collapse first.

"Kafka! This isn’t normal! We need to call for reinforcements!"

"Hell no! No need for that crap—I’ll just destroy everything! 《Deadly Fury》!!"

Kafka let out a roar, and his muscles swelled even further, his presence growing heavier and more sinister. This was a berserk skill that enhanced 《Berserk》 even further—sacrificing his ability to think rationally in exchange for exceeding his physical limits.

Svetlana, seemingly making up her mind, began channeling a massive amount of mana into Rasha. For a mage, sharing their mana with another was a huge risk—but she was betting everything on a short, decisive battle.

But I wanted a short battle too.

While skillfully parrying Rasha’s now sharper, more destructive lance attacks, I weaved my twin swords through the air like a blade dance, activating my next Skill Motion.

"…Haa… 《Vanishing Thrust》"

A shotgun-like burst of shockwaves accompanied Rasha’s rapid multi-thrust attack. The tip of her lance was moving well beyond the speed of sound—and it even had a tracking effect. But in my state, I could see everything.

Tilting my upper body to avoid the thrusts, I spun my swords in sequence, parrying them one by one while sending shattered concrete flying.

Dozens of lethal exchanges took place in mere moments, the unspent mana crackling into purple lightning that turned the surroundings into an even greater wasteland.

A large fireball suddenly rushed in from my flank, turning my vision red. I sliced through it on reflex—but that was just a distraction. The real attack came from behind.

A massive wave of mana erupted, unleashing a lethal shockwave toward me. But I never stopped moving. Pushing against the unstable footing, I braced for the next move.

"Die, you bastard!! 《Hell Crescent》!!"

Kafka’s axe cleaved deep into the concrete, sending a crushing tsunami of debris and high-density mana roaring toward me.

The only way to avoid this was to jump high—but once airborne, I’d be completely vulnerable. That was exactly what they were aiming for. Svetlana began condensing all her remaining mana into a finishing spell.

(Fine. I’ll play along and fly.)

Kicking off the crumbling ground, I soared three stories into the air, narrowly avoiding 《Hell Crescent》’s destructive wave.

And in that instant, I twisted my arms mid-air, completing my final Skill Motion.

"…This ends now! Become a raging storm—《Aerial》!!"

My body was enveloped in a soft green glow, and countless platforms of light materialized around me.

With this, they could no longer keep up with me.

Zigzagging unpredictably through the air, I dodged incoming magic with ease, descending upon my opponents like a storm.

Svetlana, disoriented by the sudden aerial combat, was slashed open from behind. Rasha, swinging her weapon in the wrong direction, was countered and beheaded.

All that remained was the berserk Kafka.

Burning the last of my mana, I created more aerial platforms and pushed my failing body forward.

The endgame was clear. My victory was inevitable.

Or at least… that’s what I thought.

But I had been too focused on the battle—completely unaware of the gazes watching from afar.

TL Note- I am too tired to do anything now......

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