Chapter 119: Retaliation (2)

[ Name: Ren Arken

Age: 14

Race: Human

Strength: 400,000 (+4,300,000 [Mana])

Agility: 500,000 (+7,300,000 [Mana])

Vitality: 1,000,000 (+10,200,000 [Mana])

Mana: ~~~

Spiritual: ~~~

Intellect: 700, 000

Unique Skills:

-Magic cards -Appraisal -Evil gaze -Strengthen -Leap -Basic magics -Magic mastery -Grimoire of death -Real Clone [Heavenly Slime] -Eye of Wisdom -Sword God -Fenrir Arken -Predator of the sky -Wild Beasts Skills -Knight’s soul -Defiler of the banished, Ataraxia -Slime Soul Diversion -Slime technique: Split -Tarot Emperor -Master of The Dragon King, Atlas]

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Slime Oz is standing at the balcony of the Tarot empire’s imperial castle. Looking at the empire he’s currently ruling and managing, doubts and hesitance appeared inside his heart as he remembered about his true form.

What am I?

Why am I here?

What should I do?

Countless questions that he himself knows that it’s not something that he could solve himself. Realizing that he had fallen to the endless sea of questions and doubts, Slime Oz tilts his head to the right and left to clear those thoughts.

“You don’t look worried at all, Ren,” A voice suddenly appeared from behind of him.

“Of course, everything is going according to the plan,” Slime Oz answered.

“Indeed…” The voice replied, and they got enveloped by silence for a while.

“You liar, when will you admit it?” The voice finally breaks the silence with a hint of annoyance and worry could be heard from him.

“As expected of you, huh, Brad. Your senses had improved even far better than before,” Slime Oz praised Brad.

“Even though I’ve now become the one who lived in the shadows by your orders, my heart is still a hunter. I hunt while understanding the habits, the way of thoughts, and everything about my prey. To exercise that, I always try to understand the nature of everyone in my surroundings,” (Brad)

“But despite that, you’re the only one I have trouble understanding. As if you’re living with a countless mask, I never understand you. But I believe you, I know that every time you’re helping people, every time you make a promise, and every time you praise someone, you always open your mask and show your sincerity,” (Brad)

“But now, I think I could understand you even more. Because you got split into lots of clones, you divided your soul to be able to manage all of them at the same time, right? When your real form is still conscious, his soul maintain the balance between you and other clones as he is the one who had the full emotional control,” (Brad)

“But since your real form had lost its consciousness and we didn’t know where his consciousness is now, all of you had lost your emotional balance and you’re trying your best to replace him, right?” (Brad)

“As the original Ren had the ‘Master Personality/Dominant Personality’ imprinted on his soul that made him able to manage all of you, the other of him had different traits of his soul, right? And for you, you’re the soul who has the dominant leadership, I don’t know how this happened, but this theory makes sense the most, and I’m convinced of it after having observed all of you, clones for quite a while. It’s must be another effect from Ren’s skills,” (Brad)

“Answer me, Ren. No, Slime Ren, Does my theory correct?” (Brad)

(As expected of Brad) (Slime Oz)

Slime Oz praised Brad inside his heart. Brad’s question made them be enveloped by silence once more before Slime finally become the one who breaks it this time.

“Will you, will you tell anyone?” Slime Oz asked as he turns his head to face Brad.

Brad’s eyes widened as he saw Slime Oz’s expression, he could feel his heart tighten as he saw his lord, his beloved friend’s expression.

A smile, but yet, his eyes filled with deep frustration, depression, and confusion.

(I see… Not leadership… The reason why he possessed the leadership because he is the part of Ren’s soul that possesses the dominant empathy… He is the incarnation of emotion, but also the incarnation of Ren’s masks, that’s why he got fallen to confusion because the one who maintains the balance had disappeared) (Brad)

“Since when? You could’ve told us-” (Brad)

“I know all of you will understand, but as you’ve grasped the concept, some of the clones bear the soul that has less emotional control and balance. They need orders to avoid them thinking about themselves too much, I need to bear this alone,” Slime stared his right fist, and clenched it.

Looking at his friend’s state, Brad got confused about what else to say, what words he should use to comfort his friend.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Thanks, Brad. You knowing this problem relaxed by shoulders a little bit. So thanks,” (Slime)

“I did nothing…”‘ (Brad)

(We’ve owed too many things to you, Ren… But you still continue to sacrifice yourself for us… I, as the one who bears this secret of yours, will protect you with my life!) (Brad)

As the resolution that silently appeared inside Brad, Slime looked back at the capital.

“Aren’t you worried about the battle with the demons? It’s said that the huge war will happen in a half year,” (Brad)

“It won’t,” (Slime Oz)

“Huh?” (Brad)

“I’ve taken the measures to make them postpone their attack to our world, the heroes in our world haven’t ready yet,” (Slime Oz)

“Measures? Postpone?” (Brad)

“Hm… I see… It seems that Gurolf had finally succeeded in hiding something from you, I need to learn his trick. I’ve made sure that they will get huge damage at their own realm, enough to make them postpone their plans for three years or one year at least,” (Slime Oz)

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“For you to go all your way here, you’re digging your own grave!!!” Baal shouted in anger.

“Die by the holy flame of hell! [Purgatory Flame]!!!” Baal launched his first spell.

“””My king!!!”””

Together with Baal’s first attack, his imperial guards entered the throne room at the same time. The corner of Baal’s mouth slightly curled upwards as he’s certain with his victory.

“Hm~ What a splendid spell~” (Gurolf)

His voice is so calm that it made doubts to rise inside Baal. But when Baal saw the face of his opponent, he realized that he just made a big mistake by underestimating the opponent before him.

Purgatory Flame.

Just like its name, the spell is considered a forbidden spell and only the class of a demon king could use it. The spell summoned a flame that contains both dense holy and fire element, together with Baal’s enormous amount of mana, the spell got even stronger.

But for Gurolf now, no matter how strong the spell or the attack launched at him right now is doesn’t matter, with a smile filled with confidence, Gurolf laughed.

“Naive! It’s not good enough, demon king!” As the purgatory flame entered the dimensional rift, the flame suddenly disappears.

!!!???

“How did-!?” Baal exclaimed in the surprise of the scene in front of him.

Adding more surprise, another dimensional rift appeared above the imperial guards that had just entered the throne room to help Baal. Baal couldn’t help but curse inside his head.

(Shit! That bastard!!!) (Baal)

But they’re not the imperial guards of the 1st ranked demon king for nothing, they quickly realized the dimensional rift above them as they attempt to dodge by scattering to various directions. But even though their response is good, the spell from the 1st ranked demon king is still too strong.

Boom!!!

The blast made a huge explosion inside the throne room and made a quarter of the demonic castle destroyed to bits. Some of the imperial guards died while the other got severe and minor injuries. The outcome is obvious as Baal didn’t hold back at all when he chants the spell.

“Hm~ The damage is quite great, but its an area splash type spell, huh… In terms of area damage, it’s superior from Ren’s demon clone hell’s flame spell. But well, thanks for the spell~” Gurolf answered with his usual tone that sounds like the magicians from the ancient era.

“But well…” (Gurolf)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Different from Baal’s aura that is filled with malice, terror, and demonic flame element, Gurolf’s mana aura filled with pure mana that contains all elements existed, even the demonic element. But the elements inside his mana combines and exist peacefully and give off a sense of tranquility.

The aura is not superior to Baal’s aura, but it could be considered on par, but with different pressure.

“Since you attacked me first, then let me show you my spell as well. I’ve desired to try this spell beforehand but I don’t want to give great damage to my world, so let’s see, as the one who is entrusted with one of the Tarot major arcana, ‘The World’, I can’t show a spell inferior from yours, right?” Gurolf said as countless colors surrounded him, Baal attempted to chant some protections for himself, his imperial guards, and his capital, but before he could even act.

“[Lightning seal],” (Gurolf)

The lightning seal sealed Baal’s body before he could take an action.

“Please take this gift from me, demon. [Glacier],” Right after chant his spell, the dimensional rift slowly closed.

Baal compresses his mana and unleashes it with great power, smashing the lightning seal into bits. But it’s too late, the dimensional rift had almost closed and Gurolf’s figure is nowhere to be seen, but before the dimensional rift completely disappears, Baal heard another word.

“[Meteor Storm]” (Gurolf)

!!!?!??

Baal got alerted for a while, but-

Whoosh!!!

As if God had put bestow a curse to his capital, half of Baal’s capital got frozen by the solid and cold ice.

“Tch!” Baal clicked his tongue in annoyance.

In anger, Baal unleashes his enormous mana aura. The immense heat slowly melt the ice, he knows that it’s too slow, but when he want to chant a spell to melt the huge ice that is freezing his capital, he sensed that several huge objects are coming towards his direction in a tremendous speed.

“That goblin bastard…” (Baal)