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Chapter 68: End Of An Era! Birth Of A Champion!
🕑 Added 2025-04-29 19:49:11 +0000 UTCLioro turned to the Night Lich and calmly said.
“Go and distract the dragon.”
“Yes, my lord!” the Night Lich replied excitedly before shooting into the sky like a streak of dark mist, heading straight for the black dragon.
Lioro smiled faintly.
Then—he activated his Super Tier Magic.
A delicate bell chime echoed through the air.
*Ding.*
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Spell: Hero’s Strike (Super Tier Magic)
Mana Cost: —
Cooldown: 1/day
Description: Burn your mana. Burn your body. Pour everything into one final blow. A strike to defeat the undefeatable. The Hero’s Strike.
Bonus Effect: Deals 3x damage to targets with Faction Value < -100, 5x for < -250, 7x for < -300, and 10x for -500.
Penalty: Deals 50% less damage to targets with Faction Value ≥ +100. No effect on those with Value = 500.
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*Ding.*
“What should I do?”
Elsa’s voice broke through the tense air. Lioro turned to find her staring at him, eyes wide and sparkling with excitement.
Seeing her face, his smile deepened.
He reached out and gently rubbed her head.
“It’s not your turn yet,” he said softly. “Let me handle this one.”
Elsa pouted in protest.
Lioro chuckled and flicked her forehead.
*Ding.*
Then he stepped forward.
“Watch… and learn.”
Suddenly—
A terrifying surge of mana burst from his body.
Super tier skill Hero's Strike converges the mana inputted by the user into one final strike.
His innate ability, Six Eyes, reduced Mana cost, including the cost of supplying Mana for the super-tier skill Hero's Strike.
What does it mean?
If Bell needed 100 Mana to show 1 attack power.
Then Lioro only needed 15 Mana to show 1 attack power.
An 85% cost reduction.
Plus, his mana reserves were way higher than Bell's.
Not to mention, you can also burn physical strength to fuel the spell.
In the end.
What does this all mean?
Well, the answer.....
It was quite simple.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
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An attack of inestimable might.
Elsa held her breath.
Lioro stood at the center of a swirling storm of white mana. His armor, his sword, the very air around him had turned blinding white.
His eyes locked onto the black dragon in the sky, unwavering.
Elsa felt her heart race.
She suddenly remembered tales from stories.
Tales of a hero.
She looked at Lioro.
Beating a dragon.
Her eyes locked on the Black dragon.
...saving a princess.
Elsa vigilantly looked around, then heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, there was no princess in sight....
Which means.....
Maybe.....
A queen will also work?
DING!
The bell chimes grew louder, sharper.
The earth trembled beneath their feet.
The Frost Dragon King’s sword in Lioro’s hand let out a faint, pained cry.
“Is this your limit…?” Lioro muttered, disappointedly looking at the blade.
There was only so much one could forge from a level 35 dragon corpse.
But it didn’t matter.
There was a level 100+ dragon corpse flying just ahead.
*Ding.*
Lioro shot forward, his body becoming a streak of light as he shattered the sound barrier.
At that moment—
Oebd crushed the Heroic Spirit under its claw, but instead of celebrating, its lone red eye turned toward Lioro.
It felt it.
*Ding.*
Its pupil shrank.
That sound—it remembered.
That hated attack….
*DING.*
Abandoning its prey, Oebd unfurled its enormous wings and soared upward.
It was… fleeing.
Lioro narrowed his eyes.
Teleportation was locked, Super Tier Magic blocked all other casting.
And his enemy was escaping.
Just then, he spotted the Abyssal Dread Knight standing ahead. The armored undead dropped its sword and cupped its massive hands, waiting.
Lioro dashed toward him.
His white silhouette flashed past cheering undead soldiers.
The Night Liches raised their staffs high, chanting in unison:
“Support Magic: Boost Strength! Boost Jump! Reduce Air Resistance III! Levitation III!”
Multiple glowing lights wrapped around Lioro’s body.
In an instant, he reached the Abyssal Dread Knight and stepped on its hands.
ROAR!
The Dread Knight let out a mighty cry and hurled Lioro skyward with everything it had.
Lioro ascended like a shooting star.
“Martial Arts: Sense Weakness.”
A glowing outline appeared in his vision—Oebd’s magic crystal. The core.
Everything was ready.
Everything was in place.
The people of Orario, the gods from heaven and earth, the undead....
They were all looking.
Silently.
In anticipation.
Everyone was staring unblinkingly at the scene.
The bell stopped chiming.
All of Lioro's mana has been exhausted.
Oebd instinctively turns his head.
In an instant, their eyes met.
It was familiar.
He remembered a scene from 1000 years ago.
When he fought his strongest enemy.
The one that took away its eye.
And now.
There was another.
Oebd stopped.
It no longer ran away.
After all, the human was right behind him.
There was no point in running away.
Oebd spread out its massive black wings, which had covered the sky for a thousand years.
Staring ferociously at his approaching enemy, Oebd raised its claw, summoning a terrible red lightning.
Then, without hesitation, he threw it at his approaching enemy.
Lioro calmly looked at the red lightning.
Then, tightly holding his sword, he said in a calm voice.
"Begone."
*Slash*
A blinding white arc tore through the sky.
Everything vanished.
The Frost Dragon King’s sword shattered.
The red lightning blinked out of existence.
And Oebd—
Was split in two.
A single figure remained in the sky.
Lioro hovered silently, watching the massive corpse of the black dragon plummet through the clouds.
His armor had completely shattered under the force of Hero’s Strike, leaving his upper body bare to the morning breeze.
And in that moment...
He felt it.
The gaze of the world.
Every soul—human, god, or undead—was staring at him.
Silence.
Total, reverent silence.
As the sun slowly rose behind him, Lioro understood what needed to be done.
Suppressing a grin, he placed one hand on his waist and dramatically raised the other high above his head.
It was the classic pose.
The world-famous pose of victory.
And what he got in return—
Was nothing.
Not a sound.
'Cultureless idiots.......,' Lioro sighed inwardly.
But just as the awkwardness crept in, the Night Lich raised his bony hands and cast an amplification spell, his voice booming like thunder:
"The dragon... My Lord has slain the dragon!!!"
It was like a signal that awakened the world.
Inside Orario—
“He... he won…” a god whispered in disbelief.
“The Black Dragon… is dead.”
Gods turned to each other.
Then, like an eruption, they cheered in unison:
“The Black Dragon is dead!!”
A male god let out a wild laugh, whistling at the sky.
“Mankind has won!”
One god collapsed to his knees, overwhelmed by the echo of past failures. “My children… they didn’t die in vain…”
In a corner, Hephaestus leaned weakly against the wall, eyes locked on Lioro’s image reflected in the mirror. Tears blurred her vision as memories of her fallen children surged forth.
Their sacrifice wasn’t in vain.
They’ve been avenged.
The Black Dragon was dead.
Hestia stood frozen, staring at the magic screen. Her gaze fixed on Lioro's back… and on the familiar flame crest marking her blessing.
‘Goddess Hestia… your children haven’t lost.’
Her legs gave out.
She collapsed, trembling, as tears flooded down her cheeks.
“Ahahahaha! Zeus! Even you didn’t see this coming!” Hermes howled with laughter, pointing at the heavens.
One god shattered his wine goblet, overwhelmed with emotion. “What a fool I was, doubting this era. This… is an age of miracles!”
Several goddesses crowded around the mirror, eyes sparkling.
“He’s cute,” one petite goddess said, practically squealing.
“I wonder… what he’d taste like,” another murmured, dazed.
“I’d love to pamper him all by myself…”
“You can pamper me, Hathor!”
“Scram!”
And while the gods processed it all through their immortal lens, the humans...
The humans wept.
They wept for their lost families.
For their friends, their children, and their homes.
But above all—
They wept in joy.
They wept in relief.
They wept for the hero in white.
Lioro slowly descended under the lingering effects of Levitation III.
The undead parted, surrounding him with intense gazes, awaiting his next command.
But before he could speak, a blue blur shot forward and crashed into him.
“You did it! You did it! You did it!!” Elsa shouted, clinging to him with uncontainable joy.
Lioro blinked, slightly stunned by the soft sensation pressed against him.
Elsa pulled back and grabbed his face with both hands, her eyes sparkling.
“You beat that giant dragon!!”
She looked more excited than he felt.
“Yeah,” Lioro replied, helplessly smiling.
She gazed at him with such warmth, it made his skin tingle.
Too affectionate. Way too affectionate.
Trying to ease the situation, he gently grabbed her waist, preparing to set her down.
But Elsa suddenly tightened her grip around his neck, drawing her face close. Her forehead pressed gently against his.
Hope shimmered in her eyes.
She was asking without words.
How could he say no?
The moment he leaned in even slightly—
Elsa went for it.
Her lips met his.
The undead froze.
A nearby mummy’s jaw dropped open.
Jack the Ripper raised a hand to speak, only to be smacked on the head by the Night Lich.
Elsa deepened the kiss, tightening her hold.
Lioro’s eyes widened in shock before slowly relaxing into it.
After a long moment, she finally pulled back, breathless.
Looking into his eyes, she whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that...”
She paused. “What about you?”
“Same. Definitely same,” Lioro nodded quickly.
“Really?” Elsa asked, tilting her head cutely.
“Yup. Totally,” he replied, quickly looking away.
Elsa narrowed her eyes, suspicious.
“Then why didn’t you do it earlier?”
"..."
He didn’t know how to answer that.
Lioro could only look away awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. But Elsa, sensing his discomfort, didn’t press further. She simply smiled and took a step back, giving him space.
Then, her gaze shifted to the massive corpse of the black dragon lying in the distance, its lifeless form bathed in the first rays of the morning sun. After a moment of silence, Elsa turned to him and asked softly,
“Can we... do the pose?”
Lioro blinked. “Huh?”
Blushing, Elsa sheepishly raised her right arm into the sky, just like he had done earlier.
Realization dawned on him.
He smiled warmly.
Then, with a sudden surge of energy, Lioro raised his right arm high into the air again—confident, proud, unwavering.
Elsa followed, mimicking him with enthusiasm, her eyes shining like a child living a dream.
The surrounding undead watched for a moment. Then, silently, they too began raising their arms.
One of the mummies looked down, disheartened, it didn’t have a right arm. But the abomination next to it, without hesitation, tore off one of its own spare right arms and handed it over.
The mummy stared at it, then chuckled dryly, lifting the limb skyward with its remaining hand.
And they weren’t alone.
Far beyond the battlefield, across the battered yet unbroken city of Orario, the magic screens still projected Lioro’s silhouette to the world.
One by one—
Gods.
Mortals.
Children.
Warriors.
All began raising their right arms into the sky.
In silence.
In unity.
As a salute.
As a tribute.
As a symbol of their hero's victory!
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Eventually, Elsa lowered her arm, satisfied and giddy.
Lioro did the same, letting out a small exhale. The moment lingered in the air like the last note of a grand symphony.
A new notification popped up on his screen, glowing softly before his eyes:
[...Triggered special job acquisition...]
[...Save a world… Defeat a World Disaster… Get recognized by everyone... Conditions satisfied!]
[Special Job Unlocked: World Champion]
[Do you wish to take the job?]
A small smile tugged at Lioro’s lips.
After the long, brutal battle…
After the roar of the black dragon faded into silence…
It was time for the harvest.
