To Be a Power in the Shadows!

The signs of Olba's entanglement changed.

Previously violent and confusing magic lurked his breath, and even more intensely compressed magic was encapsulated in the flesh.

Blood vessels burst and bleed, muscles torn, bones broken, but instantly repaired.

Beyond the limits of man, resides immense magic in him.

The denomination called this' awakening '.

If this happens, at the end of the day, there's no way to go back to normal.

But...... we get tremendous power instead.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!

With a beastly roar, Orba disappeared.

And the dull noise was at the same time as the pitch-black boy was blown away.

The boy kicks the wall as it is and lands in position.

but Orba's sword blew the boy to keep standing.

"Slow, light, brittle! This is reality, kid!

Orba's pursuit continues.

The noise sounds and the boy blows away.

Orba's slaughter is just so fast, heavy and merciless.

Overwhelming violence.

A tiger kills a rabbit, but he doesn't need a handyman. You just have to wield your powers.

I can't fight it.

The pitch-black boy is just unilaterally broken.

That was supposed to happen.

"Huh!?

Blood blew on Orba's chest. Soon, there was a non-shallow knife wound there.

Orba stops moving for a moment, but immediately blows the boy away.

"It's not working, it's not working, kid. Ooh!

Orba's wound should have reached the point of ripping the flesh to the bone. However, the scratches foam and begin to regenerate in an instant.

"This is the power!! This is strength!!

Orba accelerates.

Spraying blood, tearing the air apart, it seemed like a juicy flash.

Black and Zhu.

Two collide, pitch black blows up, and Zhu sprays blood.

The offense is out of sight.

It's just the remnants of the jungle and the pitch black blowing away that's the only way to let them know something's going on there.

But that doesn't last long, either.

The difference between the two was obvious, and it could easily be expected that sooner or later the lacquer black would be broken.

It was a battle that could never be lost.

He wielded his sword many times and ravaged the pitch black with overwhelming power.

And yet, why?

Why are the pitch-black boys standing unchanged...?

"Why... why can't it arrive...?

The pitch black was no different. He used little magic, barely moved his body, just let the flow keep him flying by Orba. Like a leaf that fell into a torrent.

Not only was it flushed though, but Olba's momentum was exploited and the blade stabbed precisely.

Nothing wasted, nothing extra. Just be natural, but stay.

"Ugly."

Said the pitch black. Those eyes looked to Orba, as if to see through everything.

"What do you know... what do you know!!

Orba yelled.

Then pour all magic into the sword, into the flesh, and pay with the roar.

Even if life decays, it goes dark.

The blow was exactly what it was, the biggest blow in Olba's life.

but.

"Play's over"

I just got cut off.

The pitch-black knife went unmanned, but was swept through without any resistance.

Orba's sword, his immense magic, and his forged flesh were all put together and just amputated under one sword.

Olba thought that the pitch-black sword was completed by pure skill, with no magic, no arm power, no speed.

But it wasn't.

"What is this..."

It's a knife that kills everything.

Orba did see it, in the extreme, slaughter his sword, slay his magic, slay his flesh, slay his bones, and pass through.

The sword had intense magic, tremendous power, and an overwhelming speed. And above all... I had the skill.

This is it, this is the finished form.

Black had everything.

I just didn't use it.

There was nothing unwavering about that sword that gave all its power.

"So much..."

Blood erupted.

My upper body fell and my lower body fell late.

Orba's flesh split up and down still tries to regenerate, but Orba's body was already broken. The rotting and decaying flesh spreads black stains around.

The pitch black looks down and Orba looks up.

Orba crossed his sword with pitch black to understand everything. If you look at the sword, you will know who it is.

A pitch-black sword is a serious, foolish, ordinary man's sword. A sword won after so much blood seeps through it.

I thought you were a kid who knew nothing. But it wasn't. He chose the path to fight, knowing everything.

Helpless.

Orba's life was powerless.

I tried to accomplish something, and I couldn't accomplish anything.

But if this pitch-black boy...

"mm...... a............"

Orba reached for a dagger with blue jewels and closed his eyes.

What floated behind Orba's brain in a fading consciousness was the smile of his once lost beloved daughter.

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Well, that's why the bandits are exorcised and the sister rescue operation is over. My sister was passing out, so I just untied her restraint and left her, and she came back in a diagonal mood the next day. If he did, he'd probably have healed his hand injury overnight. Then, after a week or so of investigating the case, my sister left for Wang Capital. I had a rough week when I did it for some reason.

The Alphas seemed kind of busy investigating the bandits and handling the remnants. Oh, a church, not a bandit. Well, whatever the way you call me, I'm just a bandit after all.

But the red-eyed old man from the Bandits was a delicacy. It's because of that old man, for one thing, that dialogues have emerged that feel like "then dive, everywhere" or just a shady powerful man. As much as I wanted to hire him as a famous sidekick.

And it was a must for me, who played a brilliant shady powerful man, and for my adrift power in response to a situation of agitation. I'm sorry I didn't have an audience, but that's my patience for the next two years. Two years later, I'm going to King's Capital, too. It's the king's capital, that king's capital. The world's leading city, the only city with a million people in this country. There must be characters in the absolute protagonist position, and there may be lass boss characters. And the unlikely cases, conspiracies, fights, and the prowess of the intrusion in this part of the country... oh, what a bandit I am right now is just a freak frog. My story hasn't even begun yet.

Seven Alphas gathered under me one day for further strength in preparation for two years later. I think I'd like to do an investigation of the denomination and a study of curses. Everyone seems to be busy with a lot these days and it's unusual to get all seven people together or something. I listened to their report, thinking that it was useless to investigate and research.

Easily summed up.

All the heroes who fought the demon Diabolos were women. So the curse of Diabolos is expressed only in women.

That's a novel idea. But unfortunately, all heroes were men, because the theory is common. Yeah, shadow gardens are all women except me, so why not?

Next, the percentage of Diabolos curses expressed is highest in elves. Then the beast man, and finally man. This has to do with the lifespan of each race, and humans with shorter lifespans have faded heroic blood and are hard to express the curse. Conversely, long-lived elves are thick in hero blood and prone to curse expression. The Beast Man is in the middle of it. Yeah, because I'm certainly a Shadow Garden member and I'm one human being, and I'm not a demon possessor either. What 5 elves for 2 other beasts. Naturally, they were all former demons possessed. Something like that, well thought out.

Alpha and the others had reported everything else, but they listened appropriately.

Moving on to the report on the denomination like that. Apparently, the church was a supermassive organization on a global scale. Heh, wow.

Either demonic possession or the curse of Diabolos, but do you think the denomination calls the person it expresses an adapter, thoroughly capturing and disposing of early? The only way to combat it was to scatter shadow gardens all over the world, so I left one under me in a rotation, and the others scattered all over the world to protect the demonic possessions.

That made me wonder. [M] They realized there was no such thing as the Diabolos. So I'm going to let you go free because I can't go out with this farce anymore, he said. Scattered all over the world, I mean, I guess that's what I mean. But for once, you owe me a cure for demonic possession, so I'll take one with me in the rotation, so bear with me. That's the thing.

I was just a little sad. Even in my previous life, when I was a kid, we all admired heroes. I likewise admired the shady powerful. [M] But we all grew up, and at some point I forgot the existence of the hero I had longed for, and I was left alone. That's why they grew up, too.

I decided to send them off, even though I felt a little centimeter. Originally, we didn't want to collect seven people. If you'll stay with me and one of those assistants, that's enough. I gave them my goodbyes and vowed to keep going for the Shadow Powerful, even if only one was left behind in the world.