2021-04-05 23:52:45“Hah, did you hear him?! He cursed that he might be the strongest!” Blare laughed at Azazel’s words.
“It’s natural…” Bolt spoke deeply, “A leader feels the need to be the strongest so he can always take care of the situation when it gets out of hand. Although, it seems that his pride has been hurt as well. Tell me, Azazel The Desert Demon, have you reached the maximum of your potential?”
Azazel stared coldly into Bolt’s eyes. A reply didn’t follow.
“Fine then, shall we continue this?” Bolt’s body appeared to be distorted and slightly transparent.
Azazel tried, based on his previous experience, to prepare for an incoming attack that would appear to come from one direction, though turn out
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Makiya 190. Chromic vision
“Now then, warrior. My eyes won’t move away from you. You are forever sealed in my world, until I decide to let you go.” Eclipse spoke deeply.He started hitting him. A straight punch to the face, only to receive zero reaction or resistance. Another punch in the stomach. Not a sound. A kick to the head brought him to the ground. Eclipse’s raw power wasn’t to be underestimated, though. With his left hand he grabbed Andrey’s head and lifted him back on his feet.“Literally, dead weight.” the crescent eye bearer mumbled.While holding his head he started punching him in the stomach with powerful right hand swings.From Andrey’s mouth, blood slowly started to come out.E
Makiya 191. Meeting Grandma
A month had passed. Andrey was still unconscious. Azazel was still in the same condition, unable to recover any mana. His biggest achievement was going out of bed for a shower, toilet, and then back to bed.The Demon’s legion had suffered a real devastating defeat.Everyone was grateful to Dea’n’ha for saving everyone. Though were they really saved? Azazel, one of the strongest mages in Migigaia, was turned into a weaker than the average common person. Andrey Makiya - just as close as that. He hadn’t even reached his full potential as a mage yet, but there he was. Laying in bed, completely healed, but his eyes wouldn’t open.During this month of recovery, Niko had been often visiting Azazel’s house to check out how the two mighty men were. Each time with hope that he would b
Makiya 192. Dimensional partition
“Now, my children,” Grandma let go of their hands and looked them in their eyes, “I guess you expect me to know how to fix this, right?”“Grandma, we are praying that you know!” The bard spoke in pain.“Do you know how?” Dea’n’ha asked.“Granny, we didn’t come here for nothing, I am certain.” Aluca said, making him sound kind of awkward and out of character, which attracted both his partners’ attention.“You are all correct. I do know the answer, yet… I do not.” The old lady said with a smile.“What does that mean?!” Illien asked, confused by the uncertain answer.&ld
Makiya 193. Maybe death is the only cure
“So you’re planning… on practically killing me, without the killing part?” Azazel spoke with a faint smile.“I’m afraid that’s a good way to put it.” Dea’n’ha replied.Illien started explaining, worried that maybe this isn’t the best choice after all, “Brother, I’m sure that we can think of something else, if you-”“It’s fine.” Azazel intercepted him with his faint voice.Illien exhaled deeply, revealing how worried he was about this decision.“I’m sure that I’ll be okay. I’m in fine hands.” The Demon spoke.“Maybe Andrey, if he wakes up,&rdquo
Makiya 194. DID HE DIE?
Dea’n’ha stepped inside Andrey’s room. She looked at him as she silently walked in, as if not to wake him up. Then the realization of his coma came to her and with a note of sadness she made the next steps towards the bed more confident and noisy.The blue-haired sorceress sat on the side of the bed and looked at Andrey’s calm and sleeping face.Her angelic voice whispered, “Hey… I really need you back here.” a tear with its own will immediately jumped down her cheek all the way down to the bedsheets.“I am desperate for this to work. I don’t really know… what exactly I’m supposed to do. But I will try to get inside that smart and hard head of yours. If it’s empty, you’re not there, I’m going to find you and pul
Makiya 195. Master of Chaos
It took a few minutes, but everyone walked into Azazel’s room. Lastly Andrey walked in. He wasn't in his usual outfit. He was with a white T-shirt and white pants."Well, ain't you a rare sight." Azazel smiled at Andrey."You… What happened to you!?" Andrey's jaw dropped.All the others shared stares among themselves."Maybe we should have told him first…" Illien mumbled.Andrey looked at Dea'n'ha and expected an explanation."Well…" she started, but was intercepted by Azazel's weak voice."We lost the fight, brother…"
Makiya 196. The friendly, completely innocent, competition
The night had come, and everyone had been sleeping tightly in their beds. Andrey and Dea’n’ha - happy they could be together again. Aluca - thinking about drones and butterflies. Illien - dreaming nightmares of what could happen.Alone in his room, Azazel was still asleep.Using this opportunity, Beleth warped into his room.He sat down on the chair next to Azazel and looked at him for a while.Finally he spoke, “Azazel, my Demon. It’s really strange, and it has never occurred to me that one day… You would be tied to a bed.”Beleth hovered over Azazel’s body with his hand.He sighed and said, “My most loyal royal guard…&rdquo
Makiya 197. Azazel's weakness.
“What’s gonna be the next challenge?” Andrey jumped excitedly, happy to test his limits.“I say push-ups.” Azazel suggested.“Okay, I’m going to break the record for most push-ups. I’m telling you. My chest is so buffed that I can probably lift a cow with it.” Niko spoke with a destructive voice.“Wait… do what?” Dea’n’ha leaned her head forward and narrowed her eyebrows.“You think so? I’m sure I could lift a horse with mine!” Andrey immediately decided to join in on the rivalry.“Cows are usually heavier than horses!” Aluca whispered in Andrey’s direction.“Then how about I lift two at once, eh?!” The black-dressed mage immediately corrected himself.“Wait, that’s about two tons of weight, isn’t it?” Illien asked, wondering if he’s catching up with his competitors.
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266. Bound in life and death [FINAL CHAPTER]
“Immortal douche, my ass.” Amryr’s voice sounded behind the cracking noise.Andrey could see only darkness after the shattered mirror-like world of Golehanei’s game, his young student being his light in the confusing, lightless tunnel.Inhaling deeply, Andrey opened his eyes. The sight of the ancient being rotting right in front of him was the answer to the many questions that had just arisen. A black-and-white splash of energy cracked open the shell just seconds after Lord Red Eye’s awakening.“Amryr…” Andrey whispered.The loyal follower’s contrasting mana widened, making a splash, completely opening half of the shell.“Well, what can I say? The shell grew a lot from the moment that Golehanei noticed we had an ace up our sleeve.” Onyx smiled.Andrey’s eyes wandered from person to person, landing lastly on Dea’n’ha.“I see. Your eye technique. But… what happened?” Just as he spoke, a strange tingle in his right palm pulled his gaze. “The Abyssal Crack Magic… It resonated…” As he obs
265. Frozen Actions
Oh, great! If I get his characters killed before mine die, then I’ll be the obvious winner, won’t I? Does this mean that I won’t die even if my Main Character dies? If I win first, then the game is over, right? The Thief Class struggled as his neck cracked multiple times due to the twist he did on his own. The opposing Knight Class screamed in an angry tone, “This is a living abomination! Die!” Seeing how The Thief Class’ body wouldn’t let go of the mighty sword, punches started raining on his face. The armored gloves dealt a lot of damage to the poor Thief Class, but it didn’t really matter. He had no mind left to notify him of the pain. All he had was one thing - desire to kill.
264. Surroundings
“Let me see how you fare now. This one can’t be decided on sheer luck, descendant. May the fun and games… continue…” The ancient spoke, as a voice coming from nobody knows where announced, “Round Two.” A dialogue box appeared before Andrey. Yeah, like hell, this one’s gonna take you down even the better. “Round Two. For this round you may pick only two cards. Mage Thief Knight UNAVAILABLE CARDS: Demon Maiden”
263. Outplayed
// Letters in BOLD are the main character’s telepathy to Andrey//// Letters in ITALIC BOLD are Andrey’s telepathy towards his Main Character/other characters//All of a sudden, The Maiden Class card recovered her senses and took another surprising action.“Oh, my dear! I was sure that you would look after us! I knew you had not forgotten us! All we had to do was believe in you and you would show mercy on our poor souls. The precious and gentle touch of the palm of your hand is called ‘Mercy’ and we experienced it to its finest momentum! May my prayer and wordings of the utmost-fine gratitude reach thee! An offering I will make as soo
262. First Encounter!
“The game… begins, challengers.” The start was announced by a mysterious voice and all of a sudden Andrey could see through the eyes of his main character. Interesting. Somehow I am seeing both what she sees and what I see as well. How does the human brain even manage to endure the simultaneous cognition stress? // Letters in BOLD are the main character’s telepathy to Andrey// My Master, what shall I do now? A most seducing and alluring voice resounded within Andrey’s mind. Oh! Is she actually capable of reasonable communication? Impressive. // Letters
261. The game begins
Conjured by nothingness in the air, five cards appeared, twice the size of a human. The terrain reshaped and all of a sudden, it appeared that Andrey was standing in a theater. Looking around, he could see many empty seats, but more importantly, the scene was incredibly vast. The things that were easily seen were a well in the middle, a tower next to it, a few chairs along with a wooden table. They seemed rather medieval and old, but that seemed to be the idea behind the whole game. Playing a medieval role in a theatrical scenery. “We already started!? How about you tell me what the game is about first, eh!?” Andrey shouted, his eyebrows narrowed due to his annoyance. Golehanei’s voice replied to him with a cold tone. “Be not so rushful, Andrey Makiya… de
260. Inner World-Shell
Besides the sound of an incoming wind torrent, Andrey appeared like a black thunder, piercing through the clouds, right after jumping off from the conjured black-and-white tower. After restoring his vision past the clouds, he immediately navigated at the ancient human, who was patiently waiting in his cradle. Swinging just slightly. A massive barrage of a hundred walls of rock erupted from the ground, creating a mighty shielding to protect Golehanei from the incoming battle-mage. The rumbling noise in addition with the ancient being’s impatience slowly arising worked as proof that Andrey had been passing through his defense effortlessly. A sword landed right next to the ancient’s throat. Stopped not by Andrey’s will, but instead by the incredibly precise and strong grip of Golehanei’s finger tips.
259. Life and Death are one and the same
Andrey put on a little smile in an attempt to mock the man, who claimed to be greater than them. “Does the superior being deal with conflicts with force or with wisdom? Time we found out, I say.” He expected his taunting words to provoke the being, and at least see an eyebrow get narrowed, but instead Golehanei spoke calmly. “Young Andrey Makiya, when wisdom finds its end, the forces of power take over. Such would seem to be the case, descendant.” A fist coming straight at Andrey’s face was immediately countered as the red-eyed battle-mage deflected the incoming knuckles by punching his opponent’s arm in the triceps with an upper-cut. Although unexpected, suddenly Golehanei forced his arm downwards, overpowering the fist, in an attempt to strike Andrey’s head, as if to slash it with a blade.
258. The hunter becomes The hunted
“Dea’n’ha!” Andrey startled at the sorceress. “Y-yes!” She replied in a frail voice. “Can you communicate with this golden-dressed freak!?” Dea’n’ha lowered her head and spoke. “I can only convert information with my Abyssal Crack magic… I can’t really drain the language abilities out of it. It’s like attaining something from the void.” “Tsk.” Andrey clicked his tongue and looked at the buffed, half-naked man, who had only black pants, golden belt, and a golden collar that went all the way from his neck to covering half his back and chest. The ancient human had a golden ring on his left pointing finger, and dark brown leather bracelets with gold imbued in them on both his wrists.
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