All Chapters of The Undying Warrior's Rewind: Chapter 11
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With effortless, veteran warrior ease, I dipped beneath the first monster's jaws, drove my blade straight up through its soft underbelly until the tip erupted from its spine, and kicked the carcass off my sword directly into the second beast. The impact sent them both crashing into the cavern wall in a bloody explosion of purple chitin and mangled limbs. The third centipede-wolf snapped at my neck, but I caught its rabid, dual-headed throat with my bare left hand."Nice try, pest," I whispered.With a brutal twist of my wrist, I snapped both its necks simultaneously, the sickening pop lost beneath the frantic screaming of the student body. The noble kids were staring at me, their mouths agape, paralyzed in utter horror. In their pampered, sheltered eyes, I wasn't just fighting; I had gone completely, violently berserk. They saw a tier-1 dropout moving with a speed that defied human logic, covered in black blood, laughing like a demon in the center of an unholy slaughter.I vaulted
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They brought me back to the academy clinic, though this time, the accommodations were fit for royalty. I was placed in a private VIP ward filled with the soothing aroma of crushed moon-lilies and enchanted mana-incense.Before the high-healers could even finish checking my pulse, the heavy oak doors burst open. The Dean came running in, his long golden hair swaying as he practically floated to my bedside. His face was flushed, completely ecstatic."Ethan! My boy!" The Dean beamed, his voice booming with pride as he threw his arms open. "The entire capital is singing your name! I have just received urgent letters from the heads of the highest elite houses in the kingdom. They are profoundly grateful to you for saving their heirs from absolute, horrific death in that dungeon!"He gestured to my bedside table, which was already overflowing with high-tier rewards."The House of Marquis Brandon sent two thousand gold coins and a set of rare fire-mana stones," the Dean explained, piling m
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The laughter instantly died. Every head turned toward the speaker.Sitting alone in the shadows of the back row was Lady Seraphine of House Vanilla. She was a legendary high-noble prodigy, a girl who practically lived in the advanced upper-tier classes but was apparently auditing today’s lecture. Her long, silver hair fell perfectly over her pristine uniform, and her dark crimson eyes were locked onto me with absolute, razor-sharp seriousness. There was no kindness in her gaze, nor was there the trembling fear of the other students.It was pure, clinical curiosity.Seraphine slowly closed her notebook, her eyes never leaving mine as she stood up. She slid down the stone steps of the amphitheater with effortless grace, stopping right in front of my desk."Professor Harrison," Seraphine said, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. "Theory can only teach these lesser students so much. Since Student Ethan has recently 'awakened' his unique mana properties, I suggest a practical demon
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That afternoon, the atmosphere in the Sovereign Elite dining hall was thick with tension. I had deliberately picked a table in the furthest, most isolated corner of the room, wanting nothing more than to enjoy a rare, high-grade mana steak in peace.But peace was short-lived.The low murmur of hundreds of gossiping students suddenly echoed through the hall as Lady Seraphine, carrying her lunch tray with absolute regal elegance, walked straight toward the back corner. She didn't hesitate. She pulled out the heavy mahogany chair directly opposite me and sat down.I didn't stop cutting my steak. I just raised an eyebrow as she leaned forward, her silver hair catching the amber magical lights of the dining hall."I know what you did back there," Seraphine said, her voice dropping to a sharp, icy whisper that didn't carry to the neighboring tables. "You didn't panic. You used microscopic mana deflection. You used my own Tier-3 power to burn those spoiled brats and humiliate the professor
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Julian’s roar echoed through the courtyard as he swung his wind-infused blade. The crescent wave of razor-sharp air sliced across the cobblestones, tearing up the stone and rushing straight for my throat. Pathetic!I didn't even blink. My muscles tightened, ready to deploy a localized physical reinforcement to shatter his blade with my bare hands.But before I could move a single inch, the temperature in the courtyard plummeted to absolute zero.FOOM!A massive, jagged wall of solid, crystalline ice violently erupted from the ground right between Julian and me. The crescent wind blade slammed into the frozen barrier, shattering harmlessly into a spray of sparkling frost.Julian stumbled backward, gasping as the sudden, intense cold bit through his lavish uniform. "W-What?! Who dares interfere with the internal matters of House Hoke?!"From the shadow of the library's grand archway, a figure stepped forward. Her silver hair caught the dim afternoon light, and her crimson eyes were fi
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“She's crazy, Julian! I don't want the Hoke lineage, I don't want to be a hero! Take it all! Just take me to the branch family elders. I’ll sign the estate over to you, I’ll swear an oath of absolute submission to your father! Just protect me from her!"Julian froze. He looked down at me, his chest swelling with an immense, intoxicating wave of pure, unadulterated arrogance. The humiliation from the courtyard completely vanished from his mind, replaced by the sheer thrill of seeing his ‘pathetic loser’ cousin begging at his feet."Ha... Haha! I knew it!" Julian threw his head back, laughing hysterically. He yanked his tunic out of my grip, looking down at me like I was a cockroach. "A freak tantrum in the dungeon doesn't change who you are, Ethan. You're still just a cowardly piece of trash. Get up."I stumbled to my feet, wiping my eyes, trembling like a leaf. "Y-You'll protect me?""Of course," Julian smirked, a cruel, calculating glint flashing in his eyes as he pulled a glowing
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"What is so funny, trash?!" Julian snapped, stepping forward to kick my ribs.Before his boot could make contact, I pushed myself up from the stone floor. I stood at my full height, my posture completely squaring as the fake fear vanished from my face. I reached up, casually brushing my messy bangs out of my eyes.My smirk cut across my face like a demonic razor blade, and my eyes flared into a blinding, absolute blue tactical grid that instantly shattered the room's high-tier suppression array into glittering, useless dust.‘Eye of the Sovereign: Five Percent.’The heavy, god-like pressure erupted from my body like a shockwave, slamming into the three elders and Julian. The mahogany table instantly cracked down the middle under the weight of my aura. The old men’s laughter choked in their throats, their faces turning a horrific shade of pale as they were violently pinned to their chairs by a crushing, instinctual terror."You know," I said, my voice smooth, ice-cold, and echoing wit
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Within three minutes, the grand branch manor had completely transformed into a graveyard of shattered stone, shredded silk, and severed limbs. The air was suffocatingly thick with the copper stench of fresh blood, the grotesque aroma of burning flesh, and the sharp, static sting of magic ozone.I stood in the center of the ruins, leaning heavily against my notched, crimson-soaked guard blade. I was breathing hard, my chest heaving violently. While the newly gorged 10% output from the noble houses' mana stones was intoxicating, the physical limitations of this vessel were finally catching up to me. My almost Tier-2 mana core was beginning to tax me relentlessly, the sudden, aggressive expansion fracturing my unrefined neural pathways.My vision violently blackened around the edges. A wave of crushing dizziness washed over me, tilting the world on its axis. My grip loosened, the broadsword clattering to the stone, and I fainted right into the darkness.*****I don't know how many ho
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Lead? To what? I raised a brow.“The inquisitors,” she groaned."The inquisitors?" I murmured, my eyes narrowing into slits as a cold, calculating frost settled into my chest. "Perfect. Let’s go with it."I rolled the three high-grade midnight-blue mana stones in my hand, feeling their dense energy instantly hungry to merge with my core."Let’s be entirely clear about something, Seraphine," I said, my voice dropping into a dark, flat tone that made her smirk falter for a fraction of a second. "I have a very specific list of names. And I want every single one of them wiped off the face of this earth. But Julian? The boy in the clinic?"I stood up from the creaking inn bed, the physical exhaustion fading as my mind locked onto the tactical map of the academy."I need to know exactly what he knows," I continued, a dangerous, low rumble in my chest. "If those holy inquisitors are coming to silence him, it means he’s a loose end to them. But to me, he’s a fountain of intel. I need to eithe
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The Inquisitor's pupils dilated in pure, unadulterated terror as he felt the heavy, suffocating pressure of my 10% sovereign aura pinning his soul to the floorboards.Behind us, Seraphine slipped into the room, quietly closing the door and locking it with a click. She looked at the helpless Inquisitor, then down at the unconscious Julian, and finally at me."We have the room," she whispered, her crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Time to see what our little loose end knows."I stepped around the trembling Inquisitor, keeping my blade pressed tightly against his throat, and used my left hand to violently slap Julian’s pale face. "Wake up, traitor. Your executioner is here."Julian’s eyelids fluttered, and his eyes snapped open. They were bloodshot, swimming with a mixture of dark purple corruption and primal panic. But as he looked up at me, there was no flash of past-life recognition. He didn’t scream the name of the Apex Sovereign. He didn't see the hero who had hunted his k