Harem: Rebirth of the strongest shadow mage

Chapter Five

Ryan’s voice rang out, clear and commanding, as he issued his ultimatum to the guards. “I give you three seconds to surrender all your weapons and bow before me. You will answer every question I pose to you, without hesitation or deceit. Refuse, and you will face death.”

The guards exchanged bewildered glances, their faces etched with confusion and amusement. “Uhm?” one of them stuttered, as if unsure how to respond to Ryan’s audacious demand.

The guards couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Hadn’t they just killed this boy? And now, he was standing before them, threatening them with death? It was absurd, laughable even. The guards couldn’t help but exchange mocking glances, their lips curling into sneers.

“Hahaha, seems like he’s hit his head hard on something,” one of the guards chuckled, his voice dripping with derision. “Or maybe he’s just plain crazy,” the other guard added, his eyes rolling in amusement.

The guards’ jests and snickers filled the air, their ridicule aimed squarely at Ryan. They saw him as a joke, a pathetic figure who thought he could threaten them. But Ryan’s expression remained unfazed, his eyes burning with an inner intensity that seemed to grow brighter with each passing moment.

As the guards continued to mock him, Ryan’s gaze swept over them, his eyes lingering on each of their faces. He seemed to be committing their features to memory, etching their smirking faces into his mind like a promise of vengeance yet to come.

The air was thick with tension, the guards’ laughter and jests hanging in the air like a challenge. Ryan’s response was imminent, and the guards, still chuckling and sneering, were about to discover that their mockery had just sealed their fate.

Ryan’s gaze lingered on the guards, a sly smirk spreading across his face. “Well, I was hoping you guys wouldn’t choose the easy way,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. “I’ve been itching for a fight, and I also want to get my revenge.”

The guards, fueled by their confidence and mockery, sneered at Ryan’s words. “Look at this boy, it seems you don’t know what situation you are in,” one of them taunted, as both guards released their energy.

The air around them began to distort, as if the very fabric of reality was being warped by their power. “Whooosh” echoed through the air, followed by a deafening “Booommm” that shook the ground beneath their feet. The guards’ energy whirled and began to increase, revealing that they were both at the ninth level of the energy realm.

Ryan watched the display with a hint of disappointment, his head shaking slightly as he realized that his opponents were too weak for him to unleash his full capabilities. With a subtle smile, he released his own energy, and the air around him seemed to erupt in a frenzy of power.

The guards’ eyes widened in shock as Ryan’s energy subdued theirs, overwhelming it with an ease that was almost embarrassing. “What???” one of the guards stuttered, his voice trembling with fear. “How is that possible?” The other guard’s face was pale, his eyes fixed on Ryan with a mixture of awe and terror.

Ryan’s energy continued to dominate the space, its sheer intensity making it seem almost palpable. The guards, realizing too late that they had underestimated their opponent, could only stand there, frozen in shock and fear, as Ryan’s power loomed over them like an unstoppable force.

The guards’ faces were etched with shock and incredulity as they stumbled backward, their eyes fixed on Ryan with a mixture of awe and terror. “This is impossible,” one of them stammered, his voice trembling with fear. “How are you at the eighth energy level?”

The guards’ minds were reeling with confusion, as the person standing before them defied all logical explanation. The individual they had killed just three days ago was a far cry from the powerful mage who now confronted them.

The person they had murdered was not even a mage, incapable of absorbing energy, whereas the Ryan standing before them was releasing an extraordinary amount of energy, his power radiating from him like an aura.

“How can you increase your realm in just the span of three days?” the guard asked, his eyes wide with wonder, as if he had just beheld a ghost. To him, it was impossible for someone to cultivate at such an incredible rate. He had never seen or heard of such talent, such an extraordinary ability to increase eight levels in a mere three days.

Ryan’s smile was enigmatic, his eyes glinting with amusement as he regarded the guards. “A true mage never reveals his secrets,” he said, his voice low and mysterious, as he readied himself for combat.

The air was electric with tension, the guards’ fear and confusion palpable as they faced the formidable mage who stood before them. Ryan’s power was a palpable force, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulsate with an energy all its own.

The guards knew they were no match for him, that they were mere mortals facing a being of extraordinary abilities. And yet, they steeled themselves for the battle ahead, driven by a desperate desire to survive, to emerge victorious against all odds.

The guard’s voice dripped with disdain as he sneered at Ryan, his words laced with a confident arrogance. “Who cares about your little tricks and secrets?” he taunted. “You’re just a lowly eighth-level mage, while we’re both at the ninth level. There’s no way you’re going to escape death today.”

The other guard’s eyes gleamed with a ruthless intensity as he chimed in, his voice dripping with malice. “When we kill you, we’ll search your body and uncover the secrets that are hidden within. We’ll make sure that this time, we kill you for sure, and there won’t be any miraculous resurrections.”

With a fierce battle cry, the second guard launched himself at Ryan, his body a blur of motion as he unleashed a flurry of attacks. His fists and feet seemed to move in perfect sync, each strike aimed at Ryan’s vital points with deadly precision.