The Villain's Story



The audience watched in shock, the difference between Alan's and Elijah's trials was just too astonishing.

"How interesting, One forces his way through with sheer force, whilst the other takes a more calm approach."

Commented Ragnar, as gazed at Elijah's and Alan's trials Sharply.

The display from the Tower showed a stark difference between the trials.

Alan took the approach of pure brute force. He fought against the swarm of corpses and it was truly an endearing sight.

The sight of an awakened, firing off multiple beams of blue light, and casting an uncountable number of skills was devastating. Amidst the sea of corpses, his lone figure stood as an act of defiance, fighting till his last breath! Channeling his frost mana he unleashed a frozen hell unto the Corpses, and with the Ame-No-Sakahoko brought down entire swarms of undead with but a single swing!

"My god…"

One of the spectators commented on Alan's trials.

With a fierce gesture, he commands the magic within him, calling forth the frigid energies from the very air. Above, the once-featureless gray sky becomes a canvas of transformation. Clusters of clouds coalesce, swirling and darkening, and from within their depths, massive glaciers of ice materialize, shimmering with an ethereal blue light. One by one, they plummet earthward, their descent punctuated by the eerie silence of the desolate plain.

They killed countless corpses, but the sea did not diminish, the undead climbed over the glaciers and attacked again.

"...Hey, isn't this way more than the past ones?"

A member of the audience commented. He was correct. Previously, all who had attempted the trial were faced with undead much less than what Alan was facing. The amount of undead in his trials was much…much more.

"Holy shit does he not run out of mana?!"

A mage from the Behemoth guild commented. To him, what Alan was doing was purely godlike! Alan's abilities didn't stop at summoning glaciers. He weaved his magic into intricate patterns, casting spells that manifest as frosty tendrils that lash out, encasing the shadowy corpses in crystalline frost. Some of the corpses freeze in place, their dark energies temporarily subdued. Others shatter under the weight of the magical ice, their shadows dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

"Heh."

Elena, standing beside Oliver, smirked. She felt proud because she was the one who taught Alan all those skills and how to utilize them. Alan was utilizing them in even better ways than she could ever hope to…and it brought great pride to her.

But that pride would soon be turned into shock.

In front of their very eyes, Alan used a skill that was originally of the element of Fire…but replaced it with frost!

The gray world was covered in a storm. It should have been a storm of fire but it was not, it was rather a storm of frost.

"Hey, That's the skill Fire Storm! Why is there ice?"

They questioned, but they would not know. The numerous mages in the audience watched in awe as they saw the skill [Firestorm] be performed with frost.

Alan's movement of mana and even the visuals of the skill were similar to Fire Storm but it was not Fire Storm!

There was a slight smile on Oliver's face. He enjoyed the reactions of the people when they saw Alan's feats.

Truly, no one could compare with that boy in terms of mana control.

Alan was just that good.

"A truly shocking sight is present before us! Alan Peccator is using skills of other elements but with the element of Frost!"

Harrison's excitement was palpable! The Audience cheered with all their might!

"YEAH!"

"WRECK THOSE UNDEAD!"

To them, it was just entertainment of the highest quality. The awakened and other officials were the ones who were shocked at this. They knew the workings of mana and knew how intensely other elements contradicted each other. Especially elements of opposite nature…they would fight violently with one another.

But here they were, blending in harmony, the principles of fire were being used to enforce a skill constructed by frost.

This was…truly insane.

"Alan Peccator has destroyed mostly all the corpses in record time, he even had a large quantity of undead…he may clear the trial in re-..!"

However, all of a sudden Harrison stopped. His eyes widened in shock. The entire Colosseum turned silent.

Elijah had cleared his trial first.

"ah…What?"

Harrison was stupefied. Due to the impressive performance Alan had displayed he had completely forgotten about Elijah!

He was of the opinion that Alan would clear the trial first but…Elijah had shattered the expectations of everyone.

He had cleared the trial first!

"That's my boy!"

Elijah's father, Micheal, who had kept his focus on Elijah shouted at the top of his lungs!

He hadn't paid attention to Alan or any other challenger at all, Elijah's entire family was rooting only for Elijah!

There was someone else rooting for him as well.

"Yeah, Eli! WRECK THAT PRETENTIOUS WHITE HAIRED BASTARD!"

Of course, the owner of such vigorous screams was none other than Serena.

Her vigor and pure enthusiasm were scaring the other officials. Even her father was surprised to see her so full of life.

'Well…at least she's excited.'

Harrison thought he was happy she was showing an emotion other than pure hate.

He reverted the footage using the item that showed Elijah's trials only and was amazed.

Elijah had walked through the sea of corpses, but the undead didn't attack him. But they made way for him!

He made bonfires…and to his shock, the Undead jumped into them willingly.

Little did he know, the fire Elijah had created was not conjured with the will to annihilate the undead…but to give them peace.

He was the successor of the Supreme of Fire, he could input his will into his fire.

He heard their cries and gave them peace.

To be purified of their curse by holy fire.

[Supreme Dragon of Fire Agri praises you.]

It wasn't just Agri, but the entire world felt respect for him at that moment.