The stadium was in complete silence, the only sound the distant echo of the commentator’s voice still ringing in the air.
The crowd murmured in disbelief, their voices rising in volume, some in awe, others in confusion. The spectacle of a mage with two elements. They had always known Miko as the weakling with the Ash element, barely able to conjure a puff of smoke. Now, he had just summoned fire. Pure, blazing fire. “Wait… did he just… use fire?” someone whispered, their voice trembling in disbelief. “He’s an Ash mage… Ash, not fire!” another voice, filled with confusion, responded. The murmurs grew louder, echoing through the stands, bouncing off the stone walls of the arena. Even the respected Professor Ryn was taken aback, his eyes wide in astonishment. He exchanged a glance with another professor sitting nearby, both of them still processing what had just happened. “Impossible…” a voice from the back of the stands stuttered. “You need two separate affinities to use two elements… and… he was supposed to be—” “Miko’s a failure,” another voice interrupted, a hint of nervousness in it. “No one expected him to have... fire.” “It’s not possible,” someone else added, their voice shaking. “It can’t be—he was just Ash... just Ash...” In the VIP section, Gerald Valen sat with his posture as stiff as ever, but his eyes were no longer calm. He had always seen Miko as nothing more than the boy he had taken in to fulfill a debt. A weakling, someone who had never once been a threat. But this… This was different. He leaned forward slightly, his lips tightening into a thin line, his gaze narrowing as he took in the scene before him. Elena, sitting beside her team, had gone pale. She hadn’t expected this either. She had always seen Miko as a stain on her reputation, a weak link in a chain she had tried to break free from. And now... now, he was something else. Something far more dangerous. “I’ve heard of such things…” Professor Ryn murmured, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. “But this is… extraordinary. A double element? Only geniuses in the capital can achieve that.” “That’s not possible,” Gerald’s voice was low, but laced with authority. He stood up, moving to the edge of the VIP section, his eyes still glued to the field. “He was nothing but a burden before. How… how could he—?” “Miko,” Elena whispered, the shock still evident in her voice. “How... how did he…?” “This boy,” Gerald muttered, his eyes still scanning the field, where Miko sat, completely unaffected by the astonished looks thrown his way. “I don’t know at all.” Meanwhile, back on the field, Luna and Jace from Clan Solace stood frozen, their eyes locked on Miko. The fire had been brief but powerful, and now the air felt thick with tension. Miko’s gaze remained steady, Luna was the first to snap out of her shock. Her eyes narrowed as she took a step forward. “What the hell was that?” she hissed, her wind magic swirling restlessly around her. “I— I don’t know!” Jace shouted, his voice strained as he clenched his fists in disbelief. He was one of the Academy’s top fighters, But this... Miko’s power was something he couldn’t understand. He refused to believe it. “No way,” Jace continued, his voice rising in anger. “You can’t have two elements! That’s… That’s impossible!” His fists clenched tighter, his nails digging into his palms. He refused to admit what was right in front of him. He would not be outshone by someone like Miko, someone who had always been nothing more than a joke. Miko didn’t even flinch. He simply tilted his head slightly, meeting Jace’s enraged stare with a calm gaze. There was no fear in Miko’s eyes. Only… quiet certainty. Luna stepped forward, her wind magic flickering. “You really think you can win this? With just that trick?” she scoffed. “We’re Clan Solace. We don’t lose.” Jace’s anger flared even more. “Enough talking,” he growled, his voice seething with frustration. He drew his sword, its blade gleaming in the sunlight. “Let’s finish this. Once and for all.” Miko remained where he was, his stance steady, his hands loose at his sides. His eyes never wavered as Jace charged toward him. The audience’s murmurs grew louder, the tension palpable. Jace’s blade swung down, aiming for Miko’s head. But Miko didn’t move. Instead, as the blade came down, he raised one hand, effortlessly swiping the air in front of him. And then, it happened. The fire from earlier surged back, crackling around Miko’s fingers, forming a wall of flame between him and Jace. Jace’s eyes widened, but he was already committed. He swung his sword at the barrier, the flames licking the steel, but they didn’t falter. The fire seemed to dance, swirling around as though it were alive, as if the flames themselves were responding to Miko’s control. “Impossible… I’m a second circle mage and you’re a worthless mage! That can’t even form a second circle.” Jace muttered under his breath, stepping back, his eyes darting between Miko’s composed face and the fire that surged with unnatural strength. Miko’s voice was calm, almost mocking. “You want to fight me? Fine. But I suggest you stop playing with fire.” Luna gritted her teeth and charged forward as well, her wind magic intensifying. She summoned a powerful gust to tear through the flames, trying to blow Miko off balance. But Miko remained unmoved. The flames swirled, encircling him, as though they were responding to his will. Jace lunged forward again, his sword aimed for Miko’s chest. But Miko was faster. With a sudden burst of fire, he rushed forward, the flames trailing behind him like a living creature. He slammed his fist into Jace’s chest, sending him flying back, crashing into the ground with a brutal impact. The crowd gasped. Even Luna stepped back, eyes wide with shock. Miko stood over Jace, And his cloak billowing around him like a shadow. “Thanks to Larok, I’m able to land unexpected attacks,” he thought to himself. He didn’t say a word, just stared down at the defeated fighter. And with one final, effortless wave of his hand, the fire around him dissipated, leaving nothing but silence. The commentator, struggling to regain his composure, finally found his voice. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, his voice cracking with awe, “I... I think we’ve just witnessed something incredible. A double element user… This... this changes everything!” The stadium remained in stunned silence.Latest Chapter
Chapter 301
"Every word it spoke with my mouth. Every time it hurt you. Every bone it broke in this body—I FELT IT ALL. And I couldn't stop it. Couldn't even blink my own eyes." His voice cracked. "I watched it try to kill you through my own hands. Do you understand what that does to a person?"Miko's throat tightened. "I—""Everything the possession said about the gods? It wasn't lying. It was worse than lying—it was the truth." His father's voice grew bitter. Angry. "The gods broke hell's door during some ancient war I still don't fully understand. Not a crack. They SHATTERED it. And when they realized what they'd done, they panicked like children who broke their parents' favorite vase."He looked at the collapsed mountain. "So they created the Abyss. Not a solution. A BANDAID. A prison to throw the demons in and forget about.""They slaughtered every demon. Methodically. Thousands of them. And all that death energy? It didn't just disappear. It BIRTHED something new. The Enas. The entities. Th
Chapter 300
The possessed body came at Miko with everything.No defense. No preservation. Just pure offense. The corruption flooded through his father's body without restraint. Muscles tearing from the strain. Bones cracking under the pressure. The body breaking down in real time.But it was faster now. Stronger. Deadlier.Miko barely blocked the first hit. The impact shattered his forearm. He stumbled back. The mole still clutched in his broken hand. Pulsing. Writhing.The thing didn't stop. Came again. Fist like a hammer. Miko dodged. The blow cratered the ground where he'd stood."Destroy it!" His father's voice. Barely audible. Fighting through the possession. "Miko... destroy... the anchor..."The possessed body's hand shot out. Grabbed for the mole. Trying to take it back. Trying to reattach it.Miko twisted away. Used his body as shield. Kept the mole protected.But he couldn't fight and hold it at the same time. Couldn't attack while protecting his father's only chance at freedom.The thi
Chapter 299
Miko was losing.Every hit he landed meant nothing. Every strike the thing countered broke something inside him. Ribs. Bones. Spirit.The ash around him was fading. Running out. He'd pushed too hard. Burned through the power too fast.The thing wearing his father's face grabbed him by the throat. Lifted him off the ground. Squeezed.But as Miko's vision started to blur, he saw something.His father's hand. The one choking him. It was shaking. Not from effort. From strain. The fingers trembled even as they crushed his windpipe.And the skin. It was wrong. Cracked. Like old leather stretched too thin. Black veins visible beneath the surface. Spreading. Growing.Miko's eyes tracked up the arm. More cracks. More black veins. The corruption wasn't just controlling his father's body.It was destroying it."You see it now, don't you?" The multi-layered voice had an edge to it. Stress. "This vessel. It's failing. Worn out from years of service. But it has just enough left. Enough to end you.
Chapter 298
The twilight zone fell silent.Larok stood alone in the clearing. The giant axe in his hand caught what little light existed. Made it darker somehow. Like the metal drank illumination instead of reflecting it.The Trinide spread out. Flanking positions. The woman in front. The two males on either side. A formation they'd used for centuries. Against heroes. Against warriors. Against everyone who'd ever challenged them.None of those challengers had survived."Last chance, old man," the woman said. Her voice had lost its mocking edge. Replaced with something harder. More careful. "Walk away. Let us have the boy. You can live.""No," Larok said simply. "I can't.""Then you die.""We'll see."They moved.All three at once. Coordinated. Practiced. Perfect synchronization born from fighting together for longer than most civilizations had existed.The woman went high. Hands elongating into curved blades. Aiming for Larok's throat.The first male went low. His fingers sharpening into spikes.
Chapter 297
Miko woke to the sound of his team fighting. Not winning. Just fighting. Desperately. Trying everything to break the hand around his throat. Garcia's blade hit again. And again. Each strike precise. Perfect technique. Useless. Blaze's spear thrust for joints. For vulnerable points that should exist. Found nothing. Liam was using wind to try to pry the fingers loose. The air howled. The fingers didn't budge. Akiya's fire washed over the arm. Temperature hot enough to melt steel. The skin didn't even redden. Anna was crying. Pouring healing magic into Miko. Trying to keep him alive while being strangled. It was working. Barely. Just enough to keep him conscious. The thing wearing his father smiled at their efforts. "Impressive. Your determination. Your loyalty. Your teamwork." The multi-layered voice was almost gentle. "It won't matter. But impressive nonetheless." "Let him go!" Garcia screamed. She was hitting the arm with her sword's pommel now. Her blade had notched from repe
Chapter 296
The walls were carved with symbols that hurt to read. The ceiling was lost in darkness. And in the center— A pillar. Not stone. Not metal. Something between. Pulsing with that same wrong-blue light. And chained to it was a man. Miko's father. He looked the same. Older maybe. Thinner. But the same face Miko remembered. The same features. The same— No. Not the same. Something was wrong. The way he hung there. Lifeless. Like a puppet with cut strings. "Dad," Miko breathed. He ran forward. Didn't think. Just moved. He reached the pillar. Reached for his father. Tried to pull him away from the chains. His father's eyes snapped open. Black. Completely black. Like the Trinide. And his hand shot out. Grabbed Miko's throat. Squeezed. Miko couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. His father's grip was like iron. Impossibly strong. The man's mouth opened. When he spoke, the voice was his father's. But wrong. Layered. Like multiple voices speaking at once. "Welcome, my son," the thing wear
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