Distorted World: Rise Of The Black One - Volume 3 Chapter 115 25

Black fire and lightning danced with construct of bones and rotten flesh as Asher and Utopia creates a massive constant wave of destruction in their death ballet

“For a mere student you’re pretty good…”

Utopia gave the young mage a genuine praise with a eerie smile like a child playing with his food

But despite what he lets on the thoughts circulating through Utopia’s head are the exact opposite

(Damn…why is this kid so strong? A normal mage his age would have already passed out from aura exhaustion and magicol depletion by now even if he’s a black-aura type (one of the two most potent aura types along with white) no kid should have enough concentration to wage a battle this long, especially against someone like me who’s much older, more experienced than him)

Undeads are immune to intense emotions like fear, even if Utopia is only a pseudo Lich right now he should be practically untouchable by fear, but this boy…no, this monster before him made him scared for the first time in what feels like an eternity, it is like fear is the ONLY possible response in a situation like this

Although he had the body of a 12 year old there was something about that figure of Asher that seemed demonic and spine chillingly cold, a figure that exuded an inescapable sensation of ruin and suffering brought about by an unbeatable concept of destruction, like a silent whisper from beyond the veil reminding Utopia that’s his existence’s inevitable end is creeping ever closer, hidden behind that unchanging expression of his is something dreadful something sinister and unhinged, for some reason Utopia felt glad that Asher’s expression has remained stiff…at least for now

Those eyes…those pitch-black eyes like a starless night sky of his, devoid of all emotions, of all light, all morals, reason and boundaries like an all-consuming singularity, having those things set their sights on him is making Utopia extremely uneasy to the point that he was sure if he was still a human, he would be sweating buckets right now

Temporarily distancing himself from these abstract thoughts that have been plaguing him Utopia tried to calmly analyzed the situation:

(Moreover what are those two things on both of his hands? They helped him cast magic so I thought they were Grimoires or something, but a Grimoire can only enhance the potentcy and make it easier for you to cast spells those things somehow have been able to cast magic for him I think? That’s probably why he’s hasn’t even started using his aura, but what are they? No tool in modern magecraft exists that can achieved something like this, and even if it does it would require an unnecessarily large amount of concentration to do the complex calculations required for operating something like that, even if it saves you from using your aura but even if it’s activating a pre-made type of magic formation it’s still requires you to do the calculations and visualization and exhausting your will in the process, it simply isn’t practical to have more aura for a long term fight but not have enough mental stamina to utilize it)

“turris ex dolore [towers of grief]”

Pillars of reddish black energy mounted by unnaturally large and disfigured bones erupts from the ground

But that very same moment the pillars appeared they evaporated as the space around them shattered seems to shatter like glass and all of their effects nullified

“What!?”

(As: phew…that was close if those things spiked up the necrotic energy in the vicinity I would have started taking continuous damage, in order for my plan to work I can’t take even a single scratch until exactly 44 minutes after this battle starts, it’s only been 26 minutes 15.03 seconds since we started)

“What kind of trickery is this? Someone like you can’t possibly know how to cast even the most basic dispelling magic”

“As: Do you really have time to be thinking about that?”

Utopia froze as the voice came from directly behind him

A beam of black light came from behind

Utopia reacted in time firing green flames of necrotic energy from the ground to block the beam

But something was off

Although the two spells made contact he felt no resistance from the opposing side although the two spells should be lock in a fierce tug of war right now

That’s when he realised

Multiple tiny needles made of lightning pieced Utopia’s undead body

Even if it’s pseudo undead Utopia’s body is still made of muscle and bones so it naturally got paralysed by the attack

And that gave Asher the perfect opportunity

“As: gravitatis magnificare | [gravity magnification]”

Asher increased the gravity around Utopia by 20 times crushing 87% of his bones and turning his flesh (or what remained of it) to mush, with only his head and a little bit of his upper torso remaining

“Ow…well, that was certainly painful”

Unable to move Utopia Accidentally leaked out that sentence

“As: walk it off, Undeads are immune to pain anyway, unless your pathetic excuse of a **** isn’t even big enough to realize that…”

Landing 8 meters away from Utopia Asher said

“As:…actually considering that it’s you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you had that condition, in that case I apologize for my rude remarks earlier as I didn’t intend to insult you that much”

As if mocking him Asher bowed with courtesy as he give a sincere apology

A vein popped up on Utopia’s fore head as he showed a forced smile

“You seem quite young to be courting death no?”

“As: you would know a lot about that wouldn’t you? Compensating for something?”

Still maintaining his monotonous and polite manner of speaking Asher replied with a straight-laced face

“Don’t you fvcking dare mock me you brat!”

Utopia screamed with indignation

“As: don’t be so serious, it was only a fleeting joke, you’re way too old to fall for cheap vulgar provocations by a kid like me, or is it that the only thing more universally disappointing than your manhood is your intelligence? You did turned from being one of the great mages who founded Avalon to a cult leader after making the stupidest mistake a magic caster could make after all, a decrepit, desperate old man who couldn’t undo his mistakes so he pathetically tries to dye the world in his own colors in the faint hope that if everyone is as pathetic as him no one will laugh (Universal analogy showed me everything, everyone of his “apprentices” except for Arias are either crippled in magic or damn near to being so), you can’t get anymore pitiful than that now can you?”

“…It’s a real shame you’re this insolent little mage, you would have made a good guinea pig but now I think I’ll just kill you”

The darken expression of Utopia saids it all leaking even more killing intent then before like an unending flood

“As: good…maybe now you’ll somewhat of a threat to me”

But before the literal singularity of hatred and killing intent that is Asher Utopia’s rage was replaced by that odd fear of the unknown again

(He wasn’t mocking me…he was trying to make me get serious? Just who the hell is this kid? And why am I feeling like I have zero chance of winning in this situation?)

They say a man shows his true colors once he is on the verge of death, because the desperation from an impossible to overcome situation will force him to use everything he has, only to fail

But against a person like Asher, a kid who has face so many un-win-able situations that he has lost count, where even the impossible can be reduce to nothing, Utopia can literally feel his colors draining from him