‘Fuck…’ Yurin panted heavily, ‘He’s back, but he’s weakened a lot. He’s talking as though he’s fully healed, but he is obviously still damaged. I have to use this opportunity to kill him or this will all be for nothing!’

Although he had this much conviction and reason, just facing the monster that stood before him caused his nerves to flare.

It was hard for a moment to even make his limbs do what they wanted in the immense presence of Hanzo who Yurin knew healed more each second that he hesitated to make a move.

‘Stop being scared. He’s human, even despite his God Boons. I’ll kill him here!’ With this firmed in his mind, Yurin swung his arm in the air and unleashed several elemental attacks.

Large stones covered in flames, towering waves of water, and twirls of inferno the size of trees all charged forth.

Hanzo didn’t look to have a single hint of fear in his eyes. He pulled his bowstring back: “Attack.” He said out loud before releasing 3 arrows at once.

They pierced through the air with an immense spin, obliterating through all of Yurin’s attacks.

Hanzo shot three more defensive blue arrows as the red arrows all barely grazed off Yurin’s skin.

“ACK!” Yurin exclaimed as his forearm, shoulder, and thigh were scraped.

Yurin took a step back instinctually. His attacks fell apart and he saw Hanzo continue walking through the rubble; completely unfazed.

‘No…’ He began to pant in fear again, ‘Too strong…’ His head darted toward Cyllia:

“HELP! HELP ME ALREADY! I’LL DIE AT THIS RATE!” He screamed at the top of his lungs with a desperate look in his eyes.

Hanzo continued to walk forward as Cyllia looked at Yurin for a long duration without saying a word, her face expressionless.

“CYLLIA! DID YOU NOT HEAR ME YOU BITCH!? HELP ME!” Yurin screamed even more, his voice cracking at times and making him seem like a girlish wimp.

“HELP!” He said as he continued to back away, lodging as many elemental attacks as he could toward Hanzo without looking.

Hanzo walked through the attacks as though they were nothing.

“HEL–” Yurin stopped as he heard the faint laughter of Hanzo behind a boulder he had just thrown.

“Hahaha!” Hanzo couldn’t help but laugh even more.

“Why…” Yurin said, his eyes filled with confusion, “Why are you laughing?”

“You fool… do you really think she will help you?” Hanzo said with a cunning look on his face.

“W-what? Is she still on your side?” Yurin questioned with disbelief.

“No, you retarded cunt. She is a disgusting bitch who would betray everyone as long as it meant she could get more out of the situation.”

At that moment, Yurin felt like a brick of realization had hit his brain.

‘It’s over…’ He said to himself, looking at Cyllia who continued to stare at him brainlessly, ‘Only now I realize… the mistake I have made.’

He faced Hanzo again, ‘I’m dead.’ He said to himself, coming to accept his fate.

“But!” Hanzo suddenly said, “Cyllia, aren’t you missing something?” He stopped, turning to look at the woman.

Cyllia furrowed her brows as Hanzo continued: “Do you think I’ll let you leave here unaffected after you tried to kill me? Your best chance is to help Yurin, or else you both will die quite gruesome deaths…”

Cyllia gasped at that moment, her eyes widening as he suddenly burst into a sprint toward Yurin.

“What?” Yurin said under his breath, “Fuck… what is happening? Why… how did it go this wrong!?”

“I’ll help you for now.” Cyllia said, “I changed my mind.”

Yurin was out of it right now, his mind completely discombobulated from the despair he felt just a moment ago.

“Tyr!” Hanzo shouted, “What are you doing?”

Right now, Tyr was standing over the Dragonewt’s immobilized body.

“I… needed to do this,” Tyr said, turning his face slightly behind his shoulder. He stood holding a bloody spear in his hand…

[You have slain a Dragonewt.]

In front of Tyr lay the corpse of the Dragonewt, which he stabbed the shit out of while it was trapped.

[You leveled up!]

[You leveled up!]

[Current level: 51]

[Congratulations! You have met the requirements to receive your next spell.]

[Congratulations, you have completed the achievement: (First Aura Spell).]

[New Spell: LOCKED (Requires minimum Rank: Adept).]

[Requires cultivation]

[Level needed for next spell: 250]

[Reward: Second Sealed Memory Key.]

[Your Aura Core awakens…]

Tyr felt an immense surge of pain and tension tear through his stomach at that moment. It burst through what felt like every vein, spreading the pain and tightness in a fraction of a second.

[(Aura) Stat recieved]

[New (Aura) Stat has been automatically leveled up to fit the average of your other stats.]

[Ancestral Ability recieved…]

[Ancestral Ability: Boon Of The Sun Devourer.]

After receiving Ancestral Abilities, average humans became stronger in general.

But of course, this had to do with how powerful your ancestry was as well.

If it was a good ancestry, you could receive an unbelievable amount of strength for simply unlocking your Ancestral Ability–without that strength having to do anything with the actual ability at all.

It seemed Tyr’s ancestry… was quite powerful…

[Vitality: 30/30–>60]

[Strength: 34–>64]

[Stamina: 30/30–>60]

[Speed: 31–>61]

[Aura: 0/0–>60/60]

[ERROR]

[Your Ancestral Ability is too strong.]

[Your Ancestral Ability has destroyed GG’s level balance.]

[To match your stats, GG will automatically level you according to your newfound power.]

[You have received 90 levels!]

[Level: 51–>141]

‘Boon of the… Sun Devourer?’ Despite every other insane thing happening to him, Tyr was interested in this the most. It was his Ancestral Ability after all… what everyone’s main power was in this world.

‘I hope it’s one from a God. Looking at this power increase… it has a good chance to be.’

At that moment, as though a trigger went off in his brain, knowledge began to pour into his thoughts like a waterfall.

The knowledge was not about what the backstory of his Ancestral Ability was, but rather, how to use it and what powers it granted.

In a fraction of a second, Tyr understood every new skill he had obtained.

He turned, gripping his hands as he felt the tight feeling of his own fingers push into his palm. It was a powerful sensation.

“This is a perfect time to try it out,” Tyr said, grabbing his spear and sprinting toward battle.

He still had many questions about his new spell and also his Ancestral Ability, but one thing was for sure… he was already a lot damn stronger!

After getting 30 feet away, he leaped into the air and was able to travel the entire distance with one jump.

As soon as he saw the faces of Cyllia and Yurin, Tyr was reminded of what he had to do.

“Die!” He shouted as he rained down on the battlefield from above.

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