I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything - Chapter 941 Pleading Denied

As the blood-filled monster witnessed the might of Excavula, a malevolent smirk curled upon its lips. The crimson liquid that coated its body thickened, transforming into a grotesque, armor-like skin.

‘My spell was shattered?’ Fein couldn’t help but be surprised for a moment. However, he swiftly regained his composure.

“Is that all you’ve got, Fein?” the blood-filled monster taunted, its voice dripping with venom. “Your feeble spells are nothing compared to my impenetrable defense. Prepare to meet your end.”

Fein’s expression remained unfazed, a subtle smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “You underestimate the power of true mastery,” he countered, his tone laced with an air of quiet confidence. “Your armor may be strong, but let’s see if it will be able protect you from my other spells.”

“Huh? It’s my turn first!” As the blood-filled monster lunged forward, spikes of dark metal protruding from its armored form, Fein’s hand moved with blinding speed. Arcane energies surged around him, forming a protective barrier of shimmering light. The spikes collided with the barrier, their malevolent force absorbed by Fein’s mystical shield.

“You see,” Fein said, his voice cutting through the chaos of the battle, “your spike abilities doesn’t have precision, its just pure power. Your arrogance blinds you to the true potential of your abilities. Timing negates speed. Precision beats power!”

Undeterred, the blood-filled monster snarled, its rage fueling its attacks. It unleashed a flurry of strikes, each blow aimed at breaking through Fein’s defenses. But Fein’s movements were fluid and calculated, evading each assault with a dancer’s grace.

“Your lack of precision is your weakness,” Fein stated, his words cool and composed amidst the fury of their clash. “You rely on your abilities too much, but true power lies in control and precision. I will show you the difference.”

With a  magical surge of energy, Fein retaliated with another SS-rank spell. A torrent of elemental forces erupted from his fingertips, crackling with raw power. Arcs of lightning danced through the air, seeking out the blood-filled monster with unerring accuracy.

The monster recoiled, its armor crackling under the assault. It roared in defiance, its voice reverberating through the battlefield. “You think your flashy tricks can overcome me? I am the embodiment of power itself! Taste this human scum!”

The blood-filled monster relentlessly manipulated the blood spikes, launching them at Fein with furious speed, the surrounding buildings trembled under the impact. The once grand structures crumbled into piles of debris, filling the air with a suffocating cloud of dust. The battlefield resembled a warzone, chaos and destruction reigning supreme.

Fein stood tall amidst the chaos, his gaze focused and his movements precise. With a calm demeanor, he intercepted each blood spike with a single outstretched finger, his touch deflecting them effortlessly. The clash of their powers reverberated through the air, creating an unsettling symphony of destruction.

But the blood-filled monster was not ready to relent. With a malicious grin, it conjured a ball of red lightning, crackling with deadly energy. With a forceful throw, the ball soared through the air, hurtling towards Fein like a fiery comet.

In that moment, Fein’s instincts took over. He called upon his innate power, a mastery over time itself. With an intense focus, he commanded time to freeze, suspending the world in a surreal stillness. The red lightning ball hung in the air, inches away from Fein’s vulnerable form.

Swiftly, Fein maneuvered through the frozen moments, his body moving with graceful agility. He evaded the imminent explosion, narrowly escaping the destructive force that awaited him. And then, with a mere thought, time resumed its flow, setting off a cataclysmic detonation.

The explosion erupted with a force that surpassed comprehension. The shockwave rippled outward, ripping through the already devastated surroundings. Buildings shattered into dust, and the ground heaved under the strain, creating deep chasms that marred the landscape.

Fein emerged from the aftermath unscathed, his white hair cascading around him like a waterfall of moonlight. His crimson eyes gleamed with an unwavering determination, a testament to his indomitable will. The destruction that surrounded him seemed inconsequential, a mere backdrop to his domineering figure.

The blood-filled monster, its armor cracked and weakened, glared at Fein with a mix of frustration and fury. It had underestimated his strength, his ability to defy even the most devastating attacks. Its arrogance began to waver, replaced by a sense of unease. “You can control time!”

Fein’s voice cut through the lingering echoes of the explosion, his tone laced with quiet confidence. “You see,” he stated, his words carrying an air of mockery, “your power is nothing compared to the power of time. No matter how fierce your assault, I am beyond your reach.”

The blood-filled monster look at Fein fearfully and swallowed. It had encountered a foe unlike any other, a being who transcended the boundaries of time and space.

Its menacing form now diminished, looked up at Fein with a mix of fear and awe. It couldn’t comprehend how Fein possessed such control over time, a power that seemed to defy all logic and reason. With a tremor in its voice, it mustered the courage to ask the question that burned within its mind.

“Why… Why can you control time?” the monster inquired, its voice tinged with curiosity and desperation.

Fein, standing tall and exuding an air of enigmatic wisdom, met the monster’s gaze with his piercing crimson eyes. His long white hair danced gently in an invisible breeze, adding an ethereal touch to his presence. With a serene smile, he began to unravel the secrets of his formidable abilities.

“You see,” Fein began, his voice carrying an undeniable authority, “I possess a vast array of spells that govern the fabric of time and space. These spells are of the highest caliber, known as SS-rank, and they grant me control over the very essence of existence.”

The blood-filled monster’s eyes widened in disbelief. It struggled to comprehend the magnitude of Fein’s power, realizing that it stood before a being whose capabilities surpassed its wildest imagination.

“Please forgive me… I’m too narrow-minded to recognize your excellence. I’ll promise to convince the other monsters behind the portal to stop the advancements as long as you spare my life!” In a moment of vulnerability, it pleaded for forgiveness, hoping to escape the impending fate that awaited it.

However, Fein shook his head gently, his expression firm yet compassionate. “I’m afraid forgiveness is not within my reach,” he replied, his voice laced with a hint of regret. “Your actions have led to the suffering and destruction of countless lives. Justice must be served.”

How can Fein give up the opportunity to boost his reputation if he spares the monster? His goal was to imprint his power image to the people and become the leader of the new era.