CHAPTER 30

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If he died here, she would be left with no one to talk to. This realization ignited a burning rage within him, matching the hatred he felt for the Klaur.

"I'm going to kill you."

With a fiery determination, Blur unleashed his rage, and despite his vision being blurred by tears, he fervently commanded, "[Launch]!"

His vision was obscured by a torrent of tears as he aimed his command at the beast before him.

A crunching pain erupted in his head, but before he could be engulfed by the overwhelming pain, the vortex struck the Klaur's lance from the front, landing a single blow.

But that feeble resistance was all he could muster.

"Piiiiiii!"

In response to his enraged counterattack, Blur suffered another eruption of pain.

The Klaur slammed its front feet into the floor and used them as a pivot to unleash its hind legs like a catapult.

Those powerful beast legs gained incredible speed and weight, flying directly at Blur, Number 102, and the nearby book.

The explosive leg strength obliterated a whole segment of the marble floor, sending everyone caught in its wake flying.

Number 102 finally released Blur, who was sent sprawling across the floor, crashing into a white bookshelf in the aftermath of the impact.

"Agh, uuugh..."

Blur could barely stay conscious amid the indescribable headache and the consequences of the Klaur's kick.

As his consciousness flickered aimlessly, he sensed impending death drawing near.

Thoughts of destruction and pointless death swirled in his head.

But then, he felt someone standing in front of him—a small, delicate figure.

His consciousness was hazy, but he recognized the silhouette.

It was someone incredibly familiar—Number 102. She stood there unsteadily, a beacon of hope in this dire situation.

Number 102's arms were raised in a futile attempt to protect Blur.

He desperately wanted to tell her to stop, but his throat was as unresponsive as if it were filled with sand—actually, it was ashes.

He had swallowed mouthfuls of ashes in a futile effort to alleviate the head-splitting pain, rendering him incapable of speech.

"Why...?" he managed to croak, his voice feeble, barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.

The weight of his mistakes bore down on him. His impatience, unease, and uncertainty had led to this dire situation, and Number 102 had been ensnared in it all because of his recklessness.

But Number 102 had chosen to stand there to protect him—a friend who accepted her unconditionally, someone she could talk to. Blur couldn't comprehend what drove her to such lengths.

Yet, amidst the impending doom, he knew one thing for certain—at this rate, both Number 102 and he would meet a grim end.

The Klaur roared, conjuring two burning ash weapons in its hands.

These grotesque implements, whether swords, hammers, or axes, served one purpose—to cut through Number 102, who was a fraction of its size, and then incinerate Blur.

"Come on, there has to be something, right?"

Blur muttered in desperation, reaching deep within himself.

He scoured his thoughts, seeking a way out of this seemingly hopeless predicament.

It wasn't the Command System he had overused—it was something different, something entirely new that he hoped might provide a glimmer of hope.

But before his determination could yield any results, the Klaur raised its ashen weapons.

The ashes flashed over its head, soaring toward Number 102 in a scorching slash that seemed to burn the very air.

It was a merciless strike that threatened to cut her slender form in two, sending her flying, consuming her in flames, extinguishing her life—reducing everything to ash.

As Blur watched this horrifying scene unfold, he cried out in anguish at his powerlessness—until everything shattered.

Her lower half was replaced by a pool of cobalt blood that spread across the marble floor. Her bright blue eyes, once as clear as the summer sky, had turned dark and wild.

Blood trailed from her lips, staining her chin, and her once pristine hair was drenched in blue.

The sight of her lifeless form filled Blur with fear and despair.

His gaze shifted back to the Klaur, which seemed to mock their helplessness with its wriggling form.

A surge of anger and fear rose within Blur, and a burning determination ignited like a storm.

"I promise... I'll definitely save you," Blur muttered with newfound resolve.

This was the first time he had witnessed someone being killed before his eyes, and it chilled him to the bone. He was helpless to prevent it, yet it felt eerily familiar, like a distorted memory from the past.

An overwhelming urge to confront the pain and anger surged within him.

He wanted to leap at the Klaur, to fight with all his might.

But before he could act, an electric sensation coursed through his body, rendering him numb. His vision blurred, and he coughed up warm, salty blood.

Blur realized that his lower body had disappeared, replaced by a pool of blood. Before he could comprehend what had happened, the Klaur lunged toward him, tearing his body apart piece by piece.

The Klaur's mask split open, revealing a horrifying row of rotting teeth that enveloped Blur's limbs.

With each bite, it devoured a part of his being, and Blur screamed in agony.

The pain was unbearable, yet it gradually grew distant, dulled by some unknown force.

Then, a blinding white light enveloped everything, blotting out the torment, the despair, and the Klaur's monstrous form.