Arctius Ferz Kaile Monseour
Strength:????
Weakness:????
Tribe: Human(?)
Lvl:459
Hp: 1100000/1100000
Mana: 8000/8000
Atk: 1598
Def: 222
Dex: 279
Mag: 219
Luck: 81
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Arctius' stats have grown.
Realising the capabilities of both fighters, people start to evacuate the marketplace. Arctius charges at me with his spear at his hips. One simple slash manifests spontaneous power.
I dodge and throw a thrust at Arctius, my sword glowing ever brightly. His age did not hinder his instinct as Arctius deflect and counter. I throw my sword against his blade, my strength overpowers him and his spear flings aside.
!
A swift slash follows but Arctius uses his physique and armour to ram me, launching me away.
I am sent flying and rolling into a somersault.
"Interesting, a young man overpowered me in brute strength? I must be getting old." Arctius says with a smile. He tightens his guard and holds the spear with both of his hands.
Fuck. Since Arctius has a distance advantage with the spear, I planned to fight as close as possible. By surprising him with raw strength, I wanted to deal substantial damage. It won't work again.
...
Time for plan B.
I kick up a pot and throw a pin of mana at it, shattering the clay into a dusty cloud.
"Useless tricks." Arctius mumbles.
One simple slash is enough to disperse the smoke field. I am seen leaping from wall to wall to the roof.
Arctius bends his knees. With an explosive jump, he flies and crashes onto the roof before chasing me.
I drop down from a building. Arctius follows. However, the moment he drops down, I launch a ferocious strike, aiming for his neck.
Arctius sees that coming and braces himself, I immediately switch my target to his arms, cutting a few splashes of blood.
"Bastard..." Arctius says.
He punch into the walls of the building and scoop out a large chunk of bricks at me which I swiftly avoided, unaware of the collapsing shadow. A series of creaks and ominous snaps echo through. With a thunderous roar, the building's support gave way. Arctius had destroyed the core foundation. The weight of its history crashes down, sending clouds of debris and dust billowing into the air.
*BOOOM!*
The cacophony of destruction drowned out the storm's fury.
"*Cough* *Cough* fuck..." I cover my mouth with my arm. I can't see anything.
Nonetheless, I detect something from behind. I quickly turn and block a devastating blow, sending me sliding across the ground.
Arctius sends another pierce, barely missing by cutting my hair. I jump out of the dust cloud and continue my run.
Panting, my body slips through the dividing crowd, people quickly step aside for the two fighters in the city. Arctius, like a charging bull, follows behind.
He holds up his spear and sends another piercing shot. It cuts a chunk of meat off my left shoulder.
"Arck!" I groan with gritted teeth.
Where the hell are you?
Occasionally, I jump back and launch a barrage of attacks, dealing minor damages while sustaining some. But this cat and rat chase continues until I glance at a woman with silver hair hurriedly moving with a group.
A smile widens. "There you are!"
!!
Joana glances back with fear and jolts.
"Coward! Stop!" Arctius screams in panic
Members of Despair attempt to stop my advance as my blade shreds through their futile bodies. Joana, with a face painted purple, runs frantically.
Peak anxiety hits Arctius. If he attempts to shoot a pierce, it will hit Joana but he is unable to reach us in time. All road leads to a dead end.
At least that's what he thought...
I abruptly stop in my tracks and leap at Arctius.
!!!!!!
The unprecedented development throws Arctius off. The pressure from anxiety still lingers. As such, it hindered Arctius' reaction, and in the end, Arctius sacrifices his arm for his life.
My blade, with difficulty, sends Arctius' left arm spiralling into the sky, spewing droplets of blood.
Our backs are left facing each other after the confrontation. Joana escapes in fright during that time.
Twirling my body, my slash aims at Arctius' nape, yet a spin of his body sends his right fist into my body, throwing me far crashing through a building.
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-5000 hp
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"Ugh..." I pull myself up and walk out of the crumbling hole.
"I underestimated you," Arctius says. "Indeed, the rumours weren't exaggerated."
He holds out his spear. His dominating demeanour descends, vastly expanding into a deathly red skull. Despite losing an arm, fear crawls through my body.
"I won't hold back anymore."
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Arctius Ferz Kaile Monseour
Strength:????
Weakness:????
Tribe: Human(?)
Lvl:459
Hp: 500000/1100000
Mana: 8000/8000
Atk: 792
Def: 320
Dex: 388
Mag: 219
Luck: 81
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There it is, the second phase. Arctius' stats are redistributed more equally and his attack pattern vastly becomes intricate.
"Do you know why people call me 'The Ripper'?" Arctius asks.
He zaps behind me and throws a flurry of pierces, I evaded each one. Arctius ends his combo with a kick, I duck and slash one red at his chest.
"Kergh..." He groans and jumps back.
"Because your spear rips through every enemy but not me," I reply confidently.
The domineering aura of his competes with my killing intent. A cosmic aura surrounds Arctius and his spear. He stomps the ground, creating cracks of blue and eruption. With the debris still in the sky, a vortex of energy swirls around, gathering the debris as Arctius charge at me.
Thousands of fragments are fired at me. Each is as powerful as a modern bullet from my original world but slower. I outrun them and confront Arctius head-on. As our blades clash once more, each of Arctius' strikes contains a magic implosion of energy that can push me back. Still, I press on and equate the force using mana.
He may have more experience but my stats and knowledge vastly overpowers him. Arctius is a man I've defeated countless times as Rena.
Arctius sweeps his spear at my feet, I jump back and execute three more cuts on his chest and arms. He resists and pulls back his arm, going for a pierce.
However, I step on his spear at godlike speed and force it into the ground before I plunge my sword into his remaining arm. A large arm is propelled into the air.
"ARGHHHHH!!!" Arctius screams as blood pours from both his open wound in the upper torso.
Arctius wasn't sure when the fight first started but now, the feeling lingering in his mind becomes prominent. Arctius is fighting someone that is strangely familiar with his style as if he is fighting his deceased master.
Arctius falls to his knees. "Who really are you?"
"Don't you know the answer to that?" I plunge my sword through his chest, pouring demonic mana through.
"You-" Arctius widens his eyes.
"Do you think I would let you recover using your demonic mana?" I say to Arctius, eye to eye.
If I let him recover, he will go into the third phase, which can be avoided if I'm a fellow demonic human.
Arctius, dazed and surprised by this immense anomaly in front of him, chuckles at the face of death.
"You've grown haven't you, Samuel," says Arctius.
!!!!!
"...W-What."
"How is Maile doing?"
I jump back. "H-How did you-"
"I wasn't sure before but I am now. You are Samuel. The same sly man."
What's happening? I've never heard of Arsto's backstory associated with Arctius.
"Do you not remember me?" Arctius says. "That's odd...whatever...in my pocket, please find her. She has nothing to do with this war, she's a victim. I beg...you." Arctius exhaust his last strength to beg me. What remains is an empty carcass.
I reach into his pocket and find a picture of a young girl with lapis iris and twirling black hair in a black beautiful frizzy dress.
The background I know about Arsto is very minimal. There are still many things I don't know.
Why am I in this world? Who exactly is Arsto? What is the system's origin and purpose? I have so many questions.
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You have successfully killed "Arctius Ferz Kaile Monseour".
The future has been heavily influenced.
You have prevented three respective main missions.
Rewards for all missions prevented will be issued.
Calculating rewards...
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Arctius Ferz Kaile Monseour
Strength:????
Weakness:????
Tribe: Human(?)
Lvl:459
Hp: 1100000/1100000
Mana: 8000/8000
Atk: 1598
Def: 222
Dex: 279
Mag: 219
Luck: 81
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Arctius' stats have grown.
Realising the capabilities of both fighters, people start to evacuate the marketplace. Arctius charges at me with his spear at his hips. One simple slash manifests spontaneous power.
I dodge and throw a thrust at Arctius, my sword glowing ever brightly. His age did not hinder his instinct as Arctius deflect and counter. I throw my sword against his blade, my strength overpowers him and his spear flings aside.
!
A swift slash follows but Arctius uses his physique and armour to ram me, launching me away.
I am sent flying and rolling into a somersault.
"Interesting, a young man overpowered me in brute strength? I must be getting old." Arctius says with a smile. He tightens his guard and holds the spear with both of his hands.
Fuck. Since Arctius has a distance advantage with the spear, I planned to fight as close as possible. By surprising him with raw strength, I wanted to deal substantial damage. It won't work again.
...
Time for plan B.
I kick up a pot and throw a pin of mana at it, shattering the clay into a dusty cloud.
"Useless tricks." Arctius mumbles.
One simple slash is enough to disperse the smoke field. I am seen leaping from wall to wall to the roof.
Arctius bends his knees. With an explosive jump, he flies and crashes onto the roof before chasing me.
I drop down from a building. Arctius follows. However, the moment he drops down, I launch a ferocious strike, aiming for his neck.
Arctius sees that coming and braces himself, I immediately switch my target to his arms, cutting a few splashes of blood.
"Bastard..." Arctius says.
He punch into the walls of the building and scoop out a large chunk of bricks at me which I swiftly avoided, unaware of the collapsing shadow. A series of creaks and ominous snaps echo through. With a thunderous roar, the building's support gave way. Arctius had destroyed the core foundation. The weight of its history crashes down, sending clouds of debris and dust billowing into the air.
*BOOOM!*
The cacophony of destruction drowned out the storm's fury.
"*Cough* *Cough* fuck..." I cover my mouth with my arm. I can't see anything.
Nonetheless, I detect something from behind. I quickly turn and block a devastating blow, sending me sliding across the ground.
Arctius sends another pierce, barely missing by cutting my hair. I jump out of the dust cloud and continue my run.
Panting, my body slips through the dividing crowd, people quickly step aside for the two fighters in the city. Arctius, like a charging bull, follows behind.
He holds up his spear and sends another piercing shot. It cuts a chunk of meat off my left shoulder.
"Arck!" I groan with gritted teeth.
Where the hell are you?
Occasionally, I jump back and launch a barrage of attacks, dealing minor damages while sustaining some. But this cat and rat chase continues until I glance at a woman with silver hair hurriedly moving with a group.
A smile widens. "There you are!"
!!
Joana glances back with fear and jolts.
"Coward! Stop!" Arctius screams in panic
Members of Despair attempt to stop my advance as my blade shreds through their futile bodies. Joana, with a face painted purple, runs frantically.
Peak anxiety hits Arctius. If he attempts to shoot a pierce, it will hit Joana but he is unable to reach us in time. All road leads to a dead end.
At least that's what he thought...
I abruptly stop in my tracks and leap at Arctius.
!!!!!!
The unprecedented development throws Arctius off. The pressure from anxiety still lingers. As such, it hindered Arctius' reaction, and in the end, Arctius sacrifices his arm for his life.
My blade, with difficulty, sends Arctius' left arm spiralling into the sky, spewing droplets of blood.
Our backs are left facing each other after the confrontation. Joana escapes in fright during that time.
Twirling my body, my slash aims at Arctius' nape, yet a spin of his body sends his right fist into my body, throwing me far crashing through a building.
-------------
-5000 hp
-------------
"Ugh..." I pull myself up and walk out of the crumbling hole.
"I underestimated you," Arctius says. "Indeed, the rumours weren't exaggerated."
He holds out his spear. His dominating demeanour descends, vastly expanding into a deathly red skull. Despite losing an arm, fear crawls through my body.
"I won't hold back anymore."
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Arctius Ferz Kaile Monseour
Strength:????
Weakness:????
Tribe: Human(?)
Lvl:459
Hp: 500000/1100000
Mana: 8000/8000
Atk: 792
Def: 320
Dex: 388
Mag: 219
Luck: 81
-------------------
There it is, the second phase. Arctius' stats are redistributed more equally and his attack pattern vastly becomes intricate.
"Do you know why people call me 'The Ripper'?" Arctius asks.
He zaps behind me and throws a flurry of pierces, I evaded each one. Arctius ends his combo with a kick, I duck and slash one red at his chest.
"Kergh..." He groans and jumps back.
"Because your spear rips through every enemy but not me," I reply confidently.
The domineering aura of his competes with my killing intent. A cosmic aura surrounds Arctius and his spear. He stomps the ground, creating cracks of blue and eruption. With the debris still in the sky, a vortex of energy swirls around, gathering the debris as Arctius charge at me.
Thousands of fragments are fired at me. Each is as powerful as a modern bullet from my original world but slower. I outrun them and confront Arctius head-on. As our blades clash once more, each of Arctius' strikes contains a magic implosion of energy that can push me back. Still, I press on and equate the force using mana.
He may have more experience but my stats and knowledge vastly overpowers him. Arctius is a man I've defeated countless times as Rena.
Arctius sweeps his spear at my feet, I jump back and execute three more cuts on his chest and arms. He resists and pulls back his arm, going for a pierce.
However, I step on his spear at godlike speed and force it into the ground before I plunge my sword into his remaining arm. A large arm is propelled into the air.
"ARGHHHHH!!!" Arctius screams as blood pours from both his open wound in the upper torso.
Arctius wasn't sure when the fight first started but now, the feeling lingering in his mind becomes prominent. Arctius is fighting someone that is strangely familiar with his style as if he is fighting his deceased master.
Arctius falls to his knees. "Who really are you?"
"Don't you know the answer to that?" I plunge my sword through his chest, pouring demonic mana through.
"You-" Arctius widens his eyes.
"Do you think I would let you recover using your demonic mana?" I say to Arctius, eye to eye.
If I let him recover, he will go into the third phase, which can be avoided if I'm a fellow demonic human.
Arctius, dazed and surprised by this immense anomaly in front of him, chuckles at the face of death.
"You've grown haven't you, Samuel," says Arctius.
!!!!!
"...W-What."
"How is Maile doing?"
I jump back. "H-How did you-"
"I wasn't sure before but I am now. You are Samuel. The same sly man."
What's happening? I've never heard of Arsto's backstory associated with Arctius.
"Do you not remember me?" Arctius says. "That's odd...whatever...in my pocket, please find her. She has nothing to do with this war, she's a victim. I beg...you." Arctius exhaust his last strength to beg me. What remains is an empty carcass.
I reach into his pocket and find a picture of a young girl with lapis iris and twirling black hair in a black beautiful frizzy dress.
The background I know about Arsto is very minimal. There are still many things I don't know.
Why am I in this world? Who exactly is Arsto? What is the system's origin and purpose? I have so many questions.
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You have successfully killed "Arctius Ferz Kaile Monseour".
The future has been heavily influenced.
You have prevented three respective main missions.
Rewards for all missions prevented will be issued.
Calculating rewards...
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