[BACKGROUND MUSIC: EXCISION - BASS CANNON]
23 Years Ago...
Active Skill: Hard Swing
Description: Wow, an active skill right off the bat. How lucky for you. You can swing stuff with your hands really hard.
Van stared at the skill description, meticulously scanning every word as if searching for a hidden meaning or some overlooked detail. But there was nothing. No deeper purpose. No hidden nuance.
"Are you kidding me...?" he murmured to himself, lying on the cold ground shortly after he and Magus had been summoned. His voice was low, tinged with frustration. "What the hell am I supposed to do with a skill this useless?"
For a long time, I took this skill at face value. It was garbage. Utterly useless. And the mocking tone of the description didn't help. It didn't need to be insulting for me to realize how worthless it seemed.
So, I clung to the other skill I had, which essentially made me immortal. It made sense to think that way.
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'But I can't rely on this skill right now,' Van thought, his steps steady yet deliberate as he advanced.
'If I die, he'll kill them all. I can't let that happen.'
[This is the second time you've pissed me off...!!!] Kota growled, his voice laced with fury. [You attack so vigorously, it seems you've forgotten that you lost ALL of your Resistance stat, reduced to 500!!]
His lips curled into a sadistic grin as he raised his arms. [How about I remind you!?]
Dozens of magic circles materialized above Kota's head, crackling with violent energy. They erupted, unleashing a rapid onslaught of massive fire shots, so bright and intense they lit up the entire cavern in a hellish glow as they barreled toward Van.
"[FIRE BARRAGE]!" Kota roared, his voice reverberating through the cave.
"Tsche..!" Van grunted, immediately breaking into a sprint.
'I can't parry all of them! My Perception stat is down to 500—I can barely track their trajectories!' he thought, narrowly dodging firebolt after firebolt.
His movements became erratic as he zigzagged and rolled, evading each blast by mere inches.
[DANCE, HELLIX, DANCE FOR ME!] Kota shouted, his tone teetering on manic glee. [Your [Hard Swing] means JACK if you can't use it!]
'Fuck...!' Van cursed inwardly, gritting his teeth as he narrowly dodged another fiery explosion. He couldn't deny Kota's words. Without the chance to utilize Hard Swing, he was on the defensive.
The searing heat radiated all around him, oppressive and unrelenting. His black-metal dwarven armor deflected some of the intense flames, but the heat was beginning to take its toll.
'I can feel it... If it weren't for this armor, I'd already be cooked alive. But even black metal has its limits—it'll melt if I take a direct hit!'
His thoughts were interrupted as a firebolt, hidden behind one he had parried, tore through the air, closing in on him too quickly to react.
'SHIT...!!'
The bolt connected.
BOOM!
The explosion sent Van hurtling through the air, slamming him hard against the cave wall.
"GAAHH..!!" He gasped, the impact knocking the wind out of him. Pain seared through his body as he crumpled to the ground, the heat intensifying.
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasyVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
