Chapter 40. Hijack Of Hotel...[8]

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Riyan's POV...

As I stepped into the sleek, silver bullet of a lift, I felt a rush of anticipation coursing through my veins. The doors slid shut behind me with a soft hiss, enveloping me in a cocoon of silence. The LED display above the doors flickered to life, illuminating the digits that would guide me to my destination: the topmost floor of the luxurious hotel. The lift lurched into motion, its gentle hum a soothing accompaniment to my racing thoughts.

As we ascended, the air seemed to vibrate with tension, my senses on high alert. I could feel the weight of my mission bearing down upon me, the stakes higher than the very floor I was headed towards. The lift's smooth acceleration pressed me into the wall, a subtle reminder of the forces at play.

Finally, the lift slowed to a stop, the doors easing open with a soft sigh. I stood poised, my heart pounding in my chest, as I channeled my mana.

With an affinity for Darkness that bordered on symbiosis, I reached out with my mind, merging my essence with the shadowy silhouette of the lift's door.

The two hijackers, their faces twisted with a mixture of confusion and alarm, stood frozen in the doorway, their eyes scanning the empty lift car as if searching for a ghost.

Their momentary distraction was all the opportunity I needed. Seizing the chance, I slipped into the shadow of one of the hijackers, my form blurring into the darkness like a phantom.

For an instant, I was one with the shadows, my presence masked by the very darkness that had become my ally. The hijacker's eyes, still fixed on the lift, were mere inches from my own, yet they saw nothing.

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As I emerged from the darkness, my shadowy figure slowly took form, like a specter rising from the very essence of the night. The shadows that had shrouded me began to dissipate, revealing my blood-soaked attire and the crimson-tipped spear that seemed to drink in the faint light around us.

I as wanted try power of the "Essence Word". My lips curled into a calculated smile as I began to utter the first syllable, "Neh-", the sound hanging in the air like a whispered promise of destruction.

But before I could complete the word, a chorus of notifications erupted from my System, each one a shrill reminder that my plan was about to be derailed. The messages flashed before my mind's eye, a blur of red and black text that seemed to sear themselves into my consciousness.

[Conditions are not met to use Essence Word 'Nemora', Host....!]

[Essence Word 'Nemora' cannot be used....!]

I felt a surge of frustration, my mind racing with the implications of these cryptic messages. But before I could even begin to formulate a complaint to the System, the three hijackers had already turned their attention to me, their weapons trained on me with an unnerving intensity.The air was heavy with tension, the only sound the soft hum of their weapons and the heavy breathing came.

And then, the only word that seemed fitting in that moment of desperation and fury burst forth from my lips, a primal scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the world around us: "FUCK...!!!!!" The expletive hung in the air, a defiant challenge to the universe itself, as I stood poised on the brink of chaos, ready to unleash hell upon my enemies.

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As I grasped the hilt of my trusty spear, I focused my mana, channeling the Raging Fire Spirit Spear Art's Tenth Form. The air around me seemed to vibrate with anticipation as I prepared to unleash the devastating Solar Eclipse Strike.

With a swift, calculated motion, I positioned my spear in a peculiar, almost imperceptible angle, as if defying the laws of physics themselves.

The tip of the spear glowed with an otherworldly intensity, radiating an aura of impending doom. I held my breath, savoring the moment, as I unleashed a low, deliberate strike that seemed to whisper a promise of destruction.

The initial impact was almost imperceptible, a gentle caress of steel against air. But then, like a tempest unleashed, the strike began to build in power and ferocity, growing in intensity with each passing moment.

The flames that erupted from the spearhead were like a miniature sun, blazing with a fierce, golden light that illuminated the darkening landscape.

The two enemies before me, caught off guard by the sudden explosion of fire and fury, stumbled backward in terror, their eyes wide with fear as they realized too late the true extent of my power.

The flames engulfed them, consuming their screams as they were incinerated by the sheer force of the Solar Eclipse Strike.

In the end, there was nothing left but smoldering ash and the echoes of my triumphant cry.

As I stood victorious over the lifeless bodies of my foes, my gaze shifted towards the mastermind behind the sinister plot.

My eyes locked onto the figure, and with a mere thought, I activated Reader's Eye, a powerful ability that allowed me to delve into the intricacies of my target's existence. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation as I awaited the revelation of his profile.

I didn't bother to ready myself for a potential attack, for I knew that individuals of his ilk were prone to indulging in grandiose monologues, reveling in their own self-importance before making a move. It was a trait that often proved to be their downfall, and I was more than happy to exploit it.

As the seconds ticked by, a holographic display flickered to life before me, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings. The profile of the enigmatic figure began to take shape, and I leaned in, my curiosity piqued.

[ Name - ?????

ID - A Minor Villain Without Name In Novel

Rank - B-

Other - Not Worth Mentioning ]

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As I stood victorious, having vanquished every last one of his Champions, their Boss's face contorted in a twisted mask of fury, his eyes blazing with an unbridled rage that seemed to sear the very air around him.

Without granting me even a fleeting moment to behold his profile, he charged towards me with a ferocity that sent the ground trembling beneath his feet.

His sword, a gleaming instrument of destruction, flashed in the light as he swiftly positioned it, enveloping it in a shimmering aura that seemed to crackle with electricity. 'Blist Sword Art, Second Form... Tri Strike!' he bellowed, his voice like thunder, as he unleashed a trio of devastating blows that struck me with the force of a hurricane.

The sheer power of his strikes sent me crashing into the wall, the impact reverberating through every fiber of my being. But I had anticipated this moment, and with a swift reflex, I conjured a protective barrier of mana around myself, shielding me from the full brunt of the assault.

Though I suffered a few minor injuries, the barrier absorbed the majority of the force, allowing me to stumble back to my feet, my determination and focus unwavering.

Reminding myself that I was no Son of Destiny, and that this man, like a typical villain, would not bother with empty threats before striking, I steeled myself for the next attack.

With a fierce cry, I unleashed the Dark Spirit Spear Art's First Form... Dark Blast! My spear, a dark and foreboding instrument of destruction, flashed in the light as I moved it in a swift, rolling motion, building up a maelstrom of energy that culminated in a burst of darkness that exploded forth, striking my foe with the force of a tempest.

The blast sent him flying across the room, his body crashing into the wall with a sickening thud. But before he could even attempt to rise, I seized the opportunity to strike the final blow. With a swift, precise motion, I pierced my spear, now imbued with the power of my aura, deep into his heart, ending his reign of terror once and for all.

As his life force ebbed away, the mana barrier that had held the hostages captive began to dissipate, freeing them from their prison. The room erupted into a chorus of cheers and shouts of gratitude as the hostages, now liberated, rushed to thank me, their faces aglow with admiration.

Many of them, it seemed, were fans of my music, and they clamored for my autograph, their eyes shining with excitement.

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As the grand, ornate doors of the Hotel BlackMoon swung open, a vision of unparalleled beauty emerged. The figure of a stunning woman stood before us, her statuesque physique exuding confidence and poise.

Her tall, athletic build was accentuated by a sensual, hourglass figure, with voluptuous breasts that seemed to defy gravity and a curvaceous derrière that rivaled the most exquisite works of art.

Her raven-haired locks cascaded down her back like a waterfall of dark, crimson-hued silk, with subtle, fiery undertones that seemed to shimmer in the light.

Her eyes, two piercing rubies, gleamed with an inner intensity, as if burning with an unquenchable passion. In this moment, they sparkled with a mischievous, almost fanatical glint, as if she were privy to some secret joke that only she understood.

A faint, enigmatic smile played on her lips, a subtle, knowing curve that hinted at a deep, abiding amusement. It was as if she were savoring some private, delicious secret, one that only she was privy to.

The whisper of her voice, husky and low, sent shivers down the spine as she murmured, "Impressive~, Riyan...~" The words hung in the air, heavy with an unspoken promise, like the whispered secrets of a confidante.

Then, as swiftly as a whisper caught by the wind, she disappeared, leaving behind an empty space where just moments before, she had been present.

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