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Berserker Magician

A world run by magic... so, what would happen if a mana-less child was born in it? Avan Neidleest, a child born without a single ounce of mana. His skin was pale and was drought out of nutrients. Everyone stayed away from him. He was a noble, yet commoners laugh at his failures and talentless nature. And no one would rebuke them for it. He was an outcast, a nobody. Yet all he has is his sword. He swung it every single day not getting stronger. But training himself to ignore the pain as he swings it. He swung it every single day, study about magic even though he can't practice it in the hopes that something would change. He swung, in the heat, in the winter, in the autumn and every single day. In hopes that someone will accept him and acknowledge him. No matter how much he was brought down, he just swung and swung his sword and the immeasurable pain of it still lingered. Days passed... months... years... until it turned into a decade. As he swung his sword, it was not hope he was given, but despair. He was just an insect compared to everyone else in the whole world. "Hard work does not equal talent." Is what everyone else said to him. A decade of despair welled up inside of him. And then... it exploded. A decade of malice, sadness, despair, loneliness all welled up inside of him exploded and has been concentrated into a single ball of energy. He wrecked havoc. He became stronger than he ever was before. A single swing of his sword cut mountains. As he swung his sword, the wave of it blew out houses. But he was just a human borrowing a power that can't hold his body. So in the end... his body broke down, achieving strength that he wanted to attain for so long. But something was wrong, no one was acknowledging him as he fell to the ground. "Wasn't this... what you wanted..? I got stronger right..? I'm strong now... so why... why do you have those faces..." As he closed his eyes, he drifted off in the darkness. And then letters appeared in front of him in the deep dark of the abyss. [Conditions has been met.]

Yrythaela · Fantasy
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31 Chs

Confronting

It was the first week of attending Viribius Academy and all eyes were set on the rising geniuses of the first years. Verlyn Pofriez, Avan Neidleest, and multiple others that were standing out far too much.

Bricordia's lessons were getting shorter each day as they were out in the training field every single day trying to discover new talents. "I knew it... these kids don't need the lesson that much anymore. Their knowledge of magic is already pretty good. They just need to discover their powers from then on."

...

Avan was practicing by himself on the same place that he had been for the last week. And in total, his steps were becoming louder and more ferocious.

Meno came up to him, "Avan Neidleest right?"

"..." Avan looked at him for a second and his bloodlust seeped out for half a second.

Meno looked back and the Bricordia also looked at Meno. He then looked back to Theodore as Bricordia's eyes were furious about something that he didn't know. "I'm Meno Scivigan, nice to meet you."

"..." Avan just continued on practicing on his own as he was ignoring Meno.

"Cold guy huh. Well, alright. I'm here to invite you to the party that we are currently forming. I already have several people in it. Ricard, he's a swordsman just like you. But the difference is, he's a Paladin. Gazon and Yult, two mages. Me who's a magic swordsman and Holt, our healer of the team. We're currently trying to-"

"I refuse."

"Huh?" Meno's veins could be seen forming in his forehead. Another member of his group stepped up and tapped his shoulders and slightly signaled that Bricordia was watching them. "Don't forget our offer." He was about to leave but a loud thud echoed everywhere.

Avan pierced the ground with his sword, a large unique colored aura was swirling around him, in that split second as he stopped his training. The veins in his body suddenly popped up but suddenly retracted back as the mana around his body compressed.

Bricordia saw it for a split second and thought to herself, "He suppressed it..? The backlash from that inhumane technique?"

"Duel." Avan proclaimed.

"Hah?" Meno slowly turned around with a pissed off face.

"If you win I'll join you."

"Alright. Alright. Alright." Meno raised both of his hands as he slowly stepped back at an acceptable distance. "Through the creation of the world, born with mana, it shall also end with mana

I Meno Scivigan, shall declare a duel against Avan Neidleest."

"I, Avan Neidleest accepts this duel."

People began to gather around the both of them. But Bricordia felt like it was her responsibility to oversee the incoming duel. She raised both of her hands and then casted, "Perfect Cube." A near transparent cube appeared, closing the two in that separate space from everyone.

Perfect Cube is a fourth tier spell that's incredibly tough and can't be broken by anyone and the barrier itself is self regenerating. It completely muffles sound from the inside and silences everything from the outside.

Bricordia opened a small part of the cube for her to let them hear her. "Don't make it too rough. If one falls unconscious, that's over. If one surrenders, its over. Know that the final judgment will be up to me as I'm overseeing this duel of yours. I will stop the duel even if the one that is in critical condition doesn't want to surrender."

She then closed the cube and left the two of them inside to talk.

Meno double tapped his ring and then brought out a staff that was as tall as him. It was designed purely with gold and other materials that's far expensive for a staff like that. "Your funeral Avan."

"Yeah, but I'm not the one being buried today." Avan pulled out his sword from the ground. "Crumble." His sword glowed that of a golden yellow color.

Crumble is a third tier spell that makes the internal structure of an object weaker, making it easier to be destroyed.

Meno's staff glowed a bright light covered the whole area that they were fighting. Lit up as if it were twenty torches pinpointed at an exact point. "Blind!"

Avan's eyes was forced to be closed as he couldn't handle the immense light that the light is being pinpointed. "Argh..."

"You know what's the best thing about being a royal? Being gifted." Meno let go of his staff and clapped both of his hands and then slowly separated both of it, revealing a small ball being created. "Detach!" A third tier spell that allows magic to be stored in a small container that can be used anytime. But it only stores magic for a couple of minutes and it can only store third tier spells or below. Unclassified Tier spells aren't also allowed. "Dual Casting is a rare talent."