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Utopian System

In a barren city where every breath costs mana and the landscape is devoid of life, young Elio Elian faces a deadly trial to secure his family's future. In his closed world of unyielding stone and towering walls, the System Book offers power only to those who conquer its monstrous challenges.

Dagzo · Fantasy
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34 Chs

Chapter 13: System's Third level

Elio found himself in the battle chamber along with his three comrades Kriz, Brok, and Ren. A palpable tension filled the air as they waited for Elio to register the third challenge. This would be Elio's last official challenge; he would have to face any others in secret.

"Hey Elio," Kriz elbowed him with a forced smile. "If you don't come back from this one, can I have your comfy bed?"

Elio shook his head but couldn't help laughing at his friend's attempt to lighten the mood. "Not a chance, I already have plans for who to give it to."

Before they could continue joking, the guard called Elio to begin the trial.

"Well, I'll see you jealous monsters in a bit."

Elio opened his book to the third page, the familiar question appeared:

Do you wish to challenge the third trial?

Drawing a fortifying breath, Elio gave the now habitual firm nod.

♢♢♢♢

Immediately, the world around him dissolved into a swirling vortex, transporting him to the Ice Monster's lair.

Elio held his breath as a furry mass the size of two frogs looked at him with hollow eyes. At first, Elio almost laughed at the creature's harmless appearance. But then, something terrifying happened. The furry mass began covering itself with shining metal plates, hardening and taking an increasingly menacing form.

His father's warning words echoed in Elio's mind:

"That monster, like the previous ones, manipulates the gasses and heat around it. It uses something the elders call nickel, a metal I like to call a catalyst, to cool the oxygen and holy water, abruptly changing the pressure and turning the environment into a lethal weapon. Again, you must run; the longer you wait, the worse it will be for you."

Clinging to his father's words like a lifeline, Elio charged forward with a defiant shout. The battle for his life, for his father's legacy, was about to begin.

As the creature hardened with its metallic shell, Elio began feeling the first effects. The air grew denser, harder to breathe. A growing pressure took hold of his ears, as if the oxygen itself were being drained.

He raised his fire sword, the only weapon that could pierce the creature's metallic defenses and wouldn't stick from the intense cold or the monster's magnetism. Its heat briefly warmed the air around him, but the effect was fleeting as the monster channeled its dire power.

Waves of chilled steam swept the chamber, robbing the air of heat and turning it into an icy embrace. Elio shivered, feeling his strength beginning to leave him under the low temperatures.

"Keep the fire sword close to your body. It's the only thing that will protect you from the paralyzing cold."

He gripped the hilt tightly, letting the blade's heat momentarily comfort him against the frigid air.

"Try to reach it before it fully transforms. Once it starts spinning, it will be impossible to stop. To keep the momentum from pushing you back, you must stand to the side, don't stand in front or you'll never reach it."

As if answering his words, the creature finished its transformation with a thunderous roar, he didn't reach in time. No trace of the furry mass remained; instead, a misshapen beast covered in thick, overlapping plates of shining nickel stood tall. The monster began spinning at extreme speeds.

The air seemed to freeze in Elio's lungs. A supernatural cold, a hundred times worse than the bitterest winter, appeared to emanate from the spinning ball.

"Here's where the main issue arises, the reason so many fail. It's simple, don't try to stab it head-on or your sword will go flying!" His father's words cut through the sound of the gale generated by the monster's spin. "Use its own spinning momentum and cut from side to side."

Elio kept the blade pointed into the blast of wind to prevent the sword from being pushed back, and kept a firm grip as it impacted the plates.

The monster roared in fury, unleashing volleys of freezing wind in an attempt to push him back and halt that slow but deadly erosion. Elio held firm, using the very spin to cut faster, slicing deeper with each pass.

One by one, the outer plates began melting away, revealing the beast's core beneath. Elio smiled in satisfaction, recalling his father's final key advice:

"Once you've exposed its core, it all comes down to enduring its last freezing breath and keeping the blade out front."

But just as victory seemed within reach, the monster changed tactics. The blast of freezing wind that had been pushing him turned into a violent whirlwind, slamming directly into his chest.

Elio was flung backward, his sword flying from his hand as he tumbled uncontrolled across the icy ground. He barely had time to catch his breath before the beast was upon him, its jaws gaping wide to deliver the final blow.

Acting on pure instinct, Elio spun onto his shoulder just as the monster lunged. His hand found the sword hilt and, with a roar of effort, he swept it in an upward arc towards the creature's exposed core.

The incandescent blade sliced cleanly through the orb, melting it like butter. The monster howled in agony. Elio continued the motion, cleaving it in half as he rolled out of reach of its freezing breath.

Finally, the beast lay split into two uneven half-moons, its undulating body contracting in terrible spasms. Letting out one last agonized moan, it faded away.

Elio scarcely had time to breathe before the fire sword in his hand disintegrated into ash. Then, the weight of his achievement finally hit him and he collapsed to his knees, his body shaking violently from the cold.

He had done it. He had passed the trial by defeating the Ice Monster, following his father's advice. He had not failed his progenitor's legacy.

His body, previously battered and drained, now brimmed with energy and vitality.

He felt a tingling course through his extremities as his body rapidly healed, closing the minor cuts and bruises he had sustained. It was a strange sensation, but exhilarating, a tangible reminder of his new abilities.

Elio looked at his hands, fascinated by the strength he now possessed. "Incredible!" he exclaimed, jumping into the air. To his surprise, he soared three meters, landing gracefully on the ground. Uncontrolled laughter burst from his chest, a mixture of relief and elation.

His perception improved slightly, as did his speed and defense.

Elio Elian's Statistics

Abilities:

Sacred Flame

Holy Water

Ice Sacrifice (New)

Familiars:

NA

Level 3

Mana: 30/30 (+10)

Endurance 30/30 (+10)

Stamina 7/7 (+1)

Attack 3 (+1)

Strength 3 (+1)

Defense 3 (+1)

Speed 3 (+1)

Perception/Agility 1.3 (+0.1)

Strength 3 was basically the strength of three people combined.

Elation overcame him, and Elio began jumping around again, reveling in his newly acquired agility. Suddenly, his foot caught on a puddle and he kissed the floor, but to his surprise, it didn't hurt at all thanks to his increased defense (Though it still stung a bit).

He let out a peal of laughter, electrified by his new strength and abilities.

Elio was ecstatic, the 30 mana points he now possessed would let him save up 15 daily.

After exhausting his celebratory frenzy, he dropped to the ground, panting lightly but feeling no fatigue. A satisfied smile lit his face as he used his new ability, looking at his hands encased in a metallic sheen.

"Thank you, dad," he murmured, gazing upward.

Suddenly, he recalled Von Lucien's words about the fourth level and felt a pang of anticipation. What other secrets would the summoner reveal to him? He was eager to find out.

"I need to find Von Lucien," he said aloud, springing to his feet. "I'm ready for whatever comes next."

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