In his eyes, the black-haired, brown-eyed boy looked like a demon from hell, gazing coldly over the wreckage below.
“You… why?”
The boy shot Allen a frosty glance, then walked step by step to stand before Lilian, kicking her so she turned her back, then grabbing her hair.
Although the process was nothing like he imagined, almost completely wrong, as long as the result was right, it was fine.
Still able to move even with his mana exhausted—was it thanks to the usual hellish training…?
Feeling his body no different than usual, Lin Yue had to admit he was grateful for those two weeks of devilish training from Lia.
Lin Yue’s expression was indifferent.
Now, at last, he finally had the chance to achieve his original goal.
Let the “protagonist” of the story gain the power he should have always possessed.
“You seem to have gotten something wrong. From the very start, I never intended to join the Elite Class with you.”
Lin Yue cast another icy look at Allen, then slowly walked up to Lilian and grabbed her hair.
“Trash like you should just stay put in the Normal Class for life and watch the people important to you get humiliated.”
With that, Lin Yue pulled out a small knife and traced it twice across Lilian’s face, as if he was about to go for the kill.
Seeing the despair in Allen’s eyes, Lin Yue couldn’t help but remember wearing that same expression in real life.
Although what he was doing might be a bit too cruel, Allen was the protagonist—he couldn’t allow him to remain so mediocre.
In the game, Allen was someone who would never, under any circumstance, give up.
Having made up his mind, Lin Yue spun the dagger in his hand, reversed his grip, and stabbed it mercilessly into Lilian.
Squelch!
Bright blood spurted from Lilian’s shoulder, spraying onto Allen’s face and soaking into his pupils.
“Ah… aaah! Stop!”
It hurt.
He thought maybe with mana in his body, this kind of physical pain would be lessened.
Lin Yue frowned, lifting his hand that had forcefully stabbed through, trying hard to keep his expression from slipping.
Allen clawed at the ground, his nails scratching until they bled.
The fury in his heart, together with the soreness from his depleted mana, fiercely stoked his blood.
Since the fight just now, his blood had started to boil, and the power that had once gone dormant was now slowly guided up by emotion.
Lilian, Lilian…
The blood spat from his mouth savagely assaulted his sense of taste.
The metallic tang was like a sword on the battlefield, activating all his senses.
He could vaguely sense that some uncontrollable force was about to break free.
Not awakened yet?
That can’t be right…
“Where should I stab next? Oh, the heart, I suppose—lots of blood there…”
“Berra, why are you… Lin Yue!”
Just as Lin Yue gritted his teeth, preparing to stab himself again, an incredibly shocked and delicate voice sounded from the ancient tree behind him.
Lin Yue whipped around, realizing the meddler he dreaded had still arrived.
“Lin Yue… what are you doing?”
Seeing Lin Yue grab Lilian, looking so fierce and brutal, Airella couldn’t help but cover her mouth.
That usually gentle Lin Yue now looked like a villain—one of the most venomous kind.
“The mana in the area… Did Sis use that move?”
Isabella crouched down, casually using ice magic to extinguish the lingering black flames, then eyed Lin Yue with wariness.
All those tough opponents sprawled all over the ground—Lin Yue took them all down by himself?
He even blocked Sis’s Freya Flame?
But something was off.
This black flame looked more like a high-level spell—Dark Freya Flame.
There was simply no way to explain it.
How did Sis even cast such a spell?
The mana required for high-level magic was in another league from intermediate spells.
Even with their talents, she and her sister would have to be on the verge of breaking through Tier Four to even barely manage it, and that would still risk total mana depletion and losing all strength.
What made even less sense was how everyone was still alive, barely even injured.
As the second daughter of the Valiana family, Isabella knew better than anyone the power of the Dark Freya Flame.
It was like hellfire itself, able to burn everything to ash.
If released normally, even she and Airella might have been caught in it.
Looking from afar just now, she saw only flames in the air, and thought her sister had simply overexerted herself with the Freya Flame.
But seeing things up close, the situation was clearly far more complicated.
“Lin…”
Just as Airella was about to jump down and bombard Lin Yue with questions, Isabella blocked her with her staff and said,
“Don’t go over. Something’s wrong with him.”
But what was even more off was Allen, trembling behind Lin Yue.
Lin Yue narrowed his eyes as he stared at Allen before him.
He knew clearly—pushing Allen to awaken right now might not be the wisest move.
The power of the Blade of Laws wasn’t something normal magic could match. With enough mana, it could cut through anything.
But if he missed this chance, Allen might never grow stronger…
He couldn’t let this opportunity go—the chance for Allen to awaken without anyone interfering.
At that moment, an unprecedented power exploded within Allen, even more dramatic than in the original story’s first awakening.
The two girls were frozen by Allen’s beast-like eyes, not daring to come any closer.
“If you don’t want to get hurt, keep your distance…”
As Lin Yue spoke up in warning, Allen suddenly lunged at him, seemingly wielding an invisible sword in his hand.
Whoosh!
A blade of energy sliced through the air from Allen’s direction.
Lin Yue ducked swiftly, but a lock of his hair was shorn off.
Behind him, Isabella quickly conjured an ice wall, only to see the sword energy slice through her magical circuit as if cutting through butter.
“Watch out!”
Airella tackled Isabella aside.
The two barely dodged the sword energy, then saw everything for nearly fifty meters behind them had been sliced cleanly in two.
What is this?
Even my magic circuit was severed…
Isabella’s usually calm eyes were now full of shock.
She couldn’t imagine that the magic this world depended on could be disrupted so easily.
This was the method Lin Yue had previously thought of to interrupt Isabella’s magic, but Allen shouldn’t have been able to do it just now.
And cutting off magic itself was something that consumed an immense amount of mana.
Deconstructing was ten times harder than forming!
The current Allen simply couldn’t manage it.
But cutting flesh was much, much easier.
“You two, go! Find a teacher, find Lia, find anyone—I’ll handle things here…”
Halfway through his words, a wave of unconscious law energy howled toward him, catching Lin Yue off guard.
“No, I can’t leave you here…”
Airella focused her mana, summoning three tendrils of magical energy to try and restrain Allen for Lin Yue.
Seeing something stretching toward him, Allen swung his arms wildly, tearing the mana tendrils to shreds.
“How is this possible…”
“Airella!”
Lin Yue shouted, “Magic won’t work on him now—his attacks can only be dodged, not blocked!”
“I know the order and logic of his moves—I can keep him busy. You two go get help.”
With that, Lin Yue rolled out of the way of another of Allen’s mindless attacks.
Hearing Lin Yue’s words, the two girls exchanged a glance and nodded, then turned and ran out of the battle’s range—they couldn’t let Lin Yue be distracted by concern for them.
“Lin Yue, you mustn’t get hurt!”
Once the two had gone, Lin Yue slowly stood up, gazing at the protagonist before him—eyes vacant, moving by battle instinct, awakened to his true power.
Lin Yue’s heart was full of emotion.
At last… you’ve obtained what you should have.
Lin Yue walked over to Gus’s sword and shield, picking them up from the ground.
The magi-tech core on the weapon shone as clear as a mirror.
“A magi-tech weapon isn’t so easily broken.”
The blood on his palm stained the bandages wrapped around the hilt.
Lin Yue wiped the grime from his face, his gaze lit by the rising dawn.
“It was I who made you lose control, so…”
“Don’t cause me any more trouble—just go to sleep already!”