“GOLIATH!”
Minerva’s cracky voice managed to overshadow all the chaos going on around them. A burning tree fell down in front of her, completely blinding her from what was happening. She kept sniffing and struggling on the ground. The tears that escaped her eyes were coming out in floods.
“Not again! Not again! Hyyyaaaa!”
She kept screaming, the sight of Goliath’s death kept repeating itself in her head in that moment. Many feelings and thoughts swirled in her heart and mind. Again, she wasn’t able to stop anyone from dying. Her mother died, but she honestly couldn’t care less at first. Then her father followed suite. Next the village of dark elves that raised her had been destroyed. The spirit that used to talk to her was nowhere to be seen. In fear and anger, she went away from Gorm. Maybe that was when the idea that she was a curse to those who loved her started, but she didn’t take it seriously. She made a new friend, Fang. Then Fang died.
At that point she had decided she was indeed a curse. Larm blessed her with power. So much power Minerva would never need to suffer a loss. But just to be sure, she avoided forming relationships. Still, Goliath wormed his way into her heart. The bastard had promised her. He promised her that he would never die.
Now that he was dead, Minerva was all alone again. She really was a curse to everyone around her.
“No… Goliath…”
She found herself losing her voice.
“Grandma Eltea… Sister Murea… Sister Necrea… Dorm… Minerva is a curse.”
The powerful tyrant found herself muttering on the ground. So much for all her power. She barely did anything before getting grounded. Now, all she had was time to reflect on all her mistakes. She was simply too sad for her [Berserker] skill to even activate.
‘Minerva!’
She heard a voice in her head. She looked up and standing there was a spider.
‘You can’t give up now! Fight! If you don’t, Hinotori will be sad.’
“Tori-kun?”
‘Figh-‘
SQUASH.
One of the burning tree branches fell on the spider, killing it.
“Tori-kun? Tori-kun? To…ri-kun. Tori-kun!”
Out from Minerva’s mouth was a simple rumble of Hinotori’s name. However, in her mind she was thinking.
That was right, she still had Hinotori. She couldn’t allow Hinotori to die. She may have failed others, but she was not going to add to that list.
“Uuuooggh!”
She started to roar again. Something inside had clicked in her. [Berserker] was currently active, but that wasn’t what clicked in her. Something she had never experienced before. The ground beneath her was breaking up as she managed to stand on her legs, even with her hands still pinned to the ground. In a rage, she bit the sword’s blade and tried to free herself. Veins connected from the blade to her face. She tried yanking the sword out with her mouth if she had no other choice, but all that was doing was cutting the edges of her lips.
Her teeth only clanked on the shaggy claymore, having absolutely no effect on it. She enveloped her body in her [Tyrant’s Aura] and used [Overlord] on herself and her very surroundings, including the sword. She could feel resistance from the sword, but she was not going to let that slide.
“Let! Minerva! Go!”
She ordered once more, but there was still no reaction from the sword.
With more will and anger, she ordered again.
“Let! Minerva! Go!”
A slight nudge. She noticed the sword moved albeit barely noticeable. That confirmed that she had some authority over it. She glared at the blade with all forms of skills. [Extreme Murderous Aura], [Extreme Intimidating Aura], [Great Demonic Glare], [Tyrant’s Authority], [Overlord] and [Lordship]. The claymore started to tremble under her orders. She could feel it moving out of her hands slowly. It was working. Once she was free, she would surprise her opponent and have her revenge. She would end this threat once and for all.
“Huh? That’s weird.”
The sword was firmly shoved back into the ground with Fafnir holding it like Minerva’s struggle didn’t faze him in the slightest. She turned her glare to him and Fafnir was glaring at her. Normally he possessed an imposing presence, but he realized that Minerva had not once shown a bit of fear for this. Even the clan heads did and he was certain they were stronger than Minerva was, so what was happening was confusing to him.
He found himself using [Dragon God Eyes] on her intensely, trying to see if there was something he missed. The result was way more shocking than he could have imagined. Immediately, he threw the sword away and rose Minerva up to his eye level.
“Y-You… who are you?”
He questioned in a panic. He looked to the skies and a smile in confusion.
“D-Did you know?”
He asked in silence.
Minerva coughed out a bit of blood and Fafnir gently dropped her on the ground.
“FUCK!”
He cursed, sending a powerful roar in the opposite direction, clearing up the ground and paving a new path. He sat down and scratched his head, combing his hands through his hair and thinking. His eyes were wide opened and his mouth kept rattling on and on.
Minerva slowly stood up. There was annoying clicking sound in her head. Her body was vibrating and humming and this was only leading her to rage more and more. She was losing whatever control she had over her body. The Mad witch jumped at Fafnir who simply avoided her and kept pacing up and down. Minerva jumped him again, yet he avoided her with ease.
“ARGH! RARA!”
She was screaming like a rabid animal, jumping at Fafnir over and over again till the god backhanded her on the forehead, into the ground.
“Would you stop that?! Oh… shit.”
He rushed over to her and found her on the ground, her body was not moving. He moved his hands about her body, not sure about to touch her like she were his precious cargo. When he looked at her forehead, there was a bump there. He brushed aside her silver hair and took a look at it.
‘Hmm, a horn is growing? She is quite young, even so…’
While he was looking at her body, Minerva’s eyes snapped open, revealing nothing but silver light.
“Huh?”
“You!”
BOOM!
She released a powerful energy from her body, throwing Fafnir back. The god grunted while trying to sit up. He hadn’t realized before, but his armor was kind of heavy, wasn’t it?
ZIIINGG!
His eyes trailed to a bright light. Standing there with her hair floating and moving like fire, a sharp horn was coming from her forehead, with a crack going from it down her eye. Her body was surrounded in this glowing aura and Fafnir simply looked guffawed.
“You’re definitely Eren’s kid, alright.”
***
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The first thing I did after gaining consciousness was scream in pain. It felt like my skin had been opened out and needles were piercing each and every single centimeter of my body. There was a disgusting heat inside of me that made me think I was burning, but strangely left me aware of the fact that I wasn’t. I could only smell rotting stuff and I couldn’t hear anything, but a ping.
‘Sa sa… haven’t I been in too many explosions of late?’
‘Um… don’t look down.’
Akira said.
I really would have to find a way to beat him up. Obviously, after telling me such a thing I looked down and there, I found that there was a large gaping hole in the side of my stomach. I tried to touch it, but my arms weren’t there. I identified them on the floor next to me, laying there lifelessly, blood all over the ground.
My eyes widened in shock and I regurgitated after seeing that.
‘My hands! Those are my hands! Why aren’t they on me, but on the floor?’
‘Um, the wyvern head chomped them off when it destroyed the naginata.’
‘It did what?! Wait. Have you been conscious this entire time?’
‘Um, yeah. It seems that only you received the mental stress. I got nothing. It was like watching a movie for me.’
‘S-So, it’s over?’
‘Not quite.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘If it was over, you would have gotten experience points and the enemy was so tough you should at least have leveled up once.’
“…tori! Hi… ori!”
I heard something screaming out my name. My eyes shifted wildly around me in fear and they settled down on something big moving towards me. It was Zana. She lifted me off the ground and rose her hand over me, muttering some words. Soon, my body started to feel better. The pain was lessened and I could feel my health going back up. I wondered what exactly it was she was doing, since I saw no light or anything. Simply muttering words was getting me better.
‘Oi, you need to see this.’
‘What?’
‘I’ve been handling the system alerts. But this one’s something else.’
‘Show me.’
[Certain conditions have been reached]
[Enough energy has been accumulated for the Exclusive Skill [Sacred]]
[Do you wish for the Exclusive Skill [Sacred] to be unlocked?]
‘W-What? You mean the sacred that only heroes get?’
‘I’m shocked. Since heroes use these skills do you suppose it gives them immense power?’
‘Possibly. It is a skill possessed by heroes alone, right? And since the necromancer isn’t defeated yet, it means we can use this to beat her.’
‘Sounds too convenient.’
‘Come on, Kira. Do we really have a choice here?’
‘Your judgement is being clouded by your anger and pain right now… but so is mine. That was my life she just almost quenched. Let’s get her.’
Having gotten Akira’s approval, I activated the skill. Well, I was going to do it either way, but with him on my side, this was better.
DING!
[A new [Sacred] has been activated]
[The [Sacred] has been named [Legend of Pandemonium]]
[You have been awarded the title [Champion of The Primordial Darkness]]
[A section of the Exclusive skill [Legend of Pandemonium] has been activated]
Prelude
--- On the verge of death, Hyakkiyako receives the power from the Ancient Goddess of Darkness. Hyakkiyako swears her undying fealty for the Goddess. Hyakkiyako’s tale is now about to begin---
[The [Shadow’s Crib] reacts to your new sacred]
[The [Shadow’s Crib] says ‘Hello mother.’]
‘Huh?’
I wasn’t feeling any different. I was still in a lot of pain. And to top it off, the weird egg from earlier just said something weird.
‘MASTER! WE HAVE DEALT WITH THE UNDEADS!’
The shadow demons said.
Just then, in the sky, some auras floated. I realized that they were possibly the souls that were inhabiting the undead. I was not certain whether they were actually souls, but I would call them that since they resembled those. Unfortunately, they all traveled to where the necromancer was.
I gulped once I realized that they were only fueling the necromancer.
There was a horrendous shriek that caused Zana to drop me off on the floor, just to cover her ears, followed by powerful winds.
Standing where was supposed to be the necromancer’s grave, was what I could only describe as Death herself.
Clothed in a black robe, with skin that literally glowed, a crown of finger bones on her black flaming hair and leaning on a scythe that was twice her size. A beauty of all sorts with an air of horror around her. Her form kept fidgeting and glitching, as if it were some sort of error for it to even exist.
“To think, that I could manifest a form like this… If I had known, I would not have tried so hard to keep myself from destroying your body, Zana.”
Death’s voice echoed. On the ground, I couldn’t move even a single muscle as I observed.
“Ok then, time to kill you all.”
