Another: Memory of Another World

Ch. 39 Offering for the Last

(bom! a bam! a bam! )

Within the depths of the underground cavern, the commotion could be clearly heard. Every now and then the walls of the cave would shake violently, dropping bits of rock onto the floor. All the residents in the cave looked at the source of the tremors uneasily, there were also some who immediately ran to save themselves.

The source of the uproar itself was none other than a 12-year-old child and a red orge except for the white membrane in his eyes. The two of them clashed with power and technique in a speed exceeding that of light. As an effect, the space-time layer in the room suffered damage and cracks in several places.

(bom! a bam! a bam! )

Flashes of black and red light danced within the entire room. Avoiding one attack then counterattacking a moment later. Every time the weapon was swung, every dashyat energy would be released. Destroying everything around him. Turning soil and walls into a glowing red liquid that gives off hot temperatures. The temperature of each burst of such energy can easily exceed that of a nuclear explosion that turns the surrounding minerals into diamonds. But due to its magical effects, the mineral turns into a red-orange liquid.

(bom! bam!! a bam! )

Although the temperature in the room was getting hotter, the two individuals did not appear to be affected in the slightest. They remained calm like a lake, despite being faced with a deadly attack.

(aam!!! a bam! bam!! )

Antares continued to suppress the orge with techniques he knew. With part of the battle left to his intuition. By flowing mana on the soles of his feet, Antares did not have to worry about himself drowning in the lava liquid. He can land anywhere, lava surfaces, walls, to the ceiling, after which Antares will directly lunged towards the orge. Meanwhile the orge must choose its footing carefully or it will sink.

(bom! oh!!! a bam! )

After dozens of attacks the two people finally took one step back. To this day, both seem balanced. Although there were many wounds here and there, none of them actually suffered serious injuries. However, from all exchanges the attack makes the two know that Antares is starting to get in the wind. His attacks grew stronger, his reflexes also grew faster, and his technique was much better than the first time. Be it technique, attack, skill, or mentality, all of them made the orge gulp. To the extent that so monsters questioned themselves, did the bloody ritual really work or not? More than, until recently, the boy had not used that black armor yet.

"Hey, why are we talking first? Like, a ceasefire?" the orge smiled awkwardly, while inwardly he looked for a way to get out of this place alive.

Antares on the other hand had already rearranged his wheezing breath. He looked at the orge seriously, not letting a single movement slip from his eyes. Then he took one deep breath, before raising his sword in a neutral position.

The black magical flame began to burn Antares' sword body, but did not spread the heat in the slightest. It was as if the fire was just an illusion used to prank people. However, every cell in the body of the orge is like twitching violently. Such a death scythe was already very close to his neck vein.

The Orge immediately made an energy protector, strengthening himself with some spells he knew. He did not wait for Antares to make a move, and unleashed his attack first.

"[Spartan Rage]!" The Orge roared loudly.

The Orge appeared in front of Antares in the blink of an eye, releasing attack techniques several times in one instant, as if there were several people attacking at the same time. On the other hand, Antares was not surprised in the least, he dodged each attack with very minimal, until several strands of his hair were cut off. Then he made a big attack on the Orge.

"Full strength, [Hell Flame]" His voice was as calm as the autumn wind. Filled with teenage charm.

However, the attack cannot be underestimated. One swing, one wave of energy, and the order of reality in the room burned like paper devoured by fire.

From the wound the black flames that were not hot at all devoured him vigorously. Along with the cave wall behind him. While the lava that filled the floor also turned black, it was burned by the magical fire. Antares observed the marks from the monster that split in two from his shoulder to his waist. His expression seemed to freeze in fear. Such physical injuries would not be too different for those level 61 and above. However the [Hell Flame] skill was a little special. The black flames not only burned the physical body but also his consciousness and soul. It also burns the regeneration system and the concept of its life, leaving the target dead for all eternity, and unable to be resurrected.

At least in the usual way. An entity that exceeds level 101 can do something beyond reason and imagination, like Ren for example.

<< Red Orge has been killed, you get 1.1529215e20/1.152Qt exp. 6100 points have been obtained >>

<< You have reached level 45 >>

<< Congratulations, you get the nickname "King Slayer" >>

<< Congratulations, you get the nickname "God Slayer" >>

<< Congratulations, you get the nickname "Limit Breaker" >>

<< Congratulations, you get the nickname "The One Who Create Miracle >>

<< Congratulations, you get "Blood-stained Horn" >>

"Finally done, huh (pant)" Antares saw the announcement for a quick glance.

Antares looked around and there was nothing left. Only the body of the orge and his weapon were already half destroyed. As a result of the fight, the terrain in the cave changed completely and may not return as it was. The room will turn into a hot zone that can create a new crater. On the plus side, no harmful gases are created.

Meanwhile, the world quickly repaired the arrangement back to not leave a trace.

Antares raised his hand, then several flowers formed on his hand. He did not catch it, letting the petals fall into the incandescent lava. The flower sank for a while before disappearing into black particles.

Antares closed his eyes, silent while hearing the sound of sparks burning the flowers.

Time passed for quite a while, before Antares finally came out. Yet he looked once again back with his eyes pined for the last time. Then she closed the door with a tear running down her cheek, whispering, " See you, goodbye."

Orange bubbles form several times in the incandescent lava. Along with the black fire that burned it. While the body of the orge and the weapon had turned into fine particles scattered in the air without leaving any trace.

Antares took a deep breath for the umpteenth time, then resumed his journey.