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Return from the Final Season

"So that was my end? I was just fated to die in the middle of the pack? I thought I could just coast by, thought I could just let humanity's heroes carry us through this mess... But it looks like I'm going to have to pick up everyone's shit. This time around, things are going to be different." Humanity has been chosen to participate in the Five Seasons, a series of competitions held by the gods to determine who is the strongest. Ronan Wilde was just an average college student when he was chosen to participate in the games, spending five years of his young adult life fighting for the sake of humanity. The five seasons were brutal and pitted the inhabitants of many different worlds against each other. The winners would move onto the next season, while the losers would perish along with their home worlds. Ronan was nothing special, only about average when compared to all the other players who were chosen to participate. He did his best to survive and relied heavily on the strongest players humanity had to offer. He trusted that they would be able to clear the final season and save the world. However, things did not turn out as planned; humanity failed, and everyone died. Ronan Wilde was the last one left, and he made a wish in his dying moments. He wished to return to the past, and the system granted his request. Having returned to the past, Ronan plans to use his knowledge of the five seasons to become the strongest player in the games. This story will take Ronan through all five seasons, starting in season one, where he fights to conquer the Verdant Abyss. The seasons last for three months out of the year, so while Ronan is not fighting against other worlds for the sake of humanity, he will be battling it out on earth with super-powered humans (and other threats) who seek to turn the world into their playground.

Pollution · Fantasy
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57 Chs

Geyser Fight [2]

The swordsman crumbled beneath me, falling to the ground dead. As he fell, I slid my sword out of his head and somersaulted backwards, flying above the heads of the two freshly healed swordsmen. As I flew over their heads, one of the swordsmen leaped up to try and strike me. They thrust their sword up and managed to catch the collar of my shirt, leaving a small tear. The sword tip did hit my skin, but there was no scratch, as my natural armor was able to prevent insignificant damage like that. 

I landed about 2 meters behind them when I received another barrage of notifications from the mages. I had hoped that they were almost out of spells, but it looked like they were still well equipped. They must have been at a higher level than I had expected. There were a total of four mages, but I would change that number to zero soon.

The two swordsmen in front of me started to glow, and I realized that they were receiving buffs from the mages yet again. My debuff was still active for another 20 seconds, but I was confident in my speed. I rushed towards the two glowing swordsmen and made a barrage of sword strikes coated in adept sword energy. They blocked some of my blows, but the rest of them were deflected by the glowing aura that had surrounded them, dealing only low damage to them. 

There was no reason for me to waste my time fighting them; they were definitely stalling. I turned my attention to the spearmen, whose auras I could feel were gathering large amounts of energy. Whatever they were doing, I wasn't going to let them finish. They were about 10 meters to my left. Activating my telekinesis, I slammed a heavy amount of force down into an active geyser, causing water and mist to spray everywhere. During this moment, everyone's vision was obscured.

Even though they could see me on a map, they couldn't have that player map open 24/7 while they're fighting me. The status window would get in the way of their sight, and even if they did have their status window open with the player map out, their chances of aiming in that direction and hitting me were slim to none considering the mist and my agility. They just know my general direction, which isn't enough. I hid my aura and swiftly jumped into the air above the geyser.

Using telekinesis, I rocketed to the ground where the spearmen were. The mages definitely did not spend time buffing them, because when I landed, I immediately killed one with just the impact. Three remained, but soon there would be none. They were shocked and disoriented at first, which gave me the opportunity to make a swift vertical slash down at one of the spearmen who was still facing in the wrong direction. My sword, filled with condensed adept-tier sword energy, cut 6 inches down into his skull. If he wasn't dead from this, I don't know what would kill him.

The other two spearmen snapped to my location, both of which had spear energy that was already condensed and ready to fire, as they had been preparing something for me. Whatever it was, it was probably nowhere near as dangerous now. They both released their spear energy at me, and I could tell that it went up a full tier, from adept-tier up to advanced-tier. They must have all picked up the same class, one with which I was familiar among the Alorae people.

The class was known as the Overcoming Aura Master. The overcoming aura was a form of aura mastery that was taught among the Alorae soldiers in their home world. It was meant to give their soldiers the ability to practice higher-level techniques at a lower level of aura; this way, they could get used to them before they reached the next stage. It was not a very useful ability in battle, as one would have to be stationary to charge their aura, and minor altercations could cause a rupture in their body wherever their aura is stored. For me, it would be in my heart, but for others, it would just be somewhere in the center of their abdomen.

This aura mastery was not only a skill option, but a class option for them, and those who took it were able to use the overcoming aura more effectively in battle. There was less danger of building up the energy and being interrupted than if you did not have the class. Once they had built up the energy, they were capable of releasing it later on. This was what the fight with Levon De'Olrath was like, except the difference was that they could only use the higher form of attack once at a time, and they had to build it up beforehand. Levon had six higher-tier strikes he could store up at a time, which made him far more deadly. This class was more common among spearmen because they had the ability to fight at medium or even long range if they built up enough energy. 

The spearmen were probably trying to hit me with a powerful barrage all at once while I was distracted by the swordsman. This may have ended up killing their swordsman in the process, but I would have been heavily injured or killed in exchange. These assholes are so cruel, even to each other.

Because I was still limited to using only adept-tier sword energy, my only option was to dodge. If there were still four of these spearmen firing these powerful strikes at me, I would have been worried. Thankfully, only two remained, which gave me more room to avoid their attacks.

Using telekinesis, I pushed myself backwards and slid on my back as one of the spear strikes cut into the place where I was just standing. That spear strike blew a massive hole in the body of the spearman who I had just stomped into the ground. As I slid back, the second spear strike shot right above my body, close enough to almost burn my eyebrows off. It looked as though that spearman was aiming to disable my mobility. He aimed low, probably hoping that he would blow my leg off.

I rolled back onto my hands and pushed upwards, flipping myself upright and into a standing position. I had ten seconds before my advanced-tier sword energy returned. These spearmen wouldn't last that long. And that's when it happened.

Tentacles erupted from the ground as a giant chest appeared beneath the two spearmen. Somehow, Tim had snuck onto the battlefield without any of them noticing.

"Tim, block the swordsmen. I'm getting rid of these annoying pricks."

"Don't tell me what to do." Tim begrudgingly listened.