Invincible Passive System
Host: Wei Yi (Ur)
Passive Skills: Void Hunger, Lava Body, Evil Equilibrium
Health: 17
Magic Power: 21 → 28
Mental Strength: 19
Magic Resistance: 0%
Armor: 1%
Ur stared at his status panel, his face tangled with conflicting emotions.
Since arriving in this world, he had never felt his power grow so quickly, or so easily.
All it took was a single stomp, and his magic power had spiked by seven whole points. It was practically begging him to keep pressing his luck.
Conflict.
Hesitation.
Temptation.
Ur's face scrunched like a wrung towel. At this moment, he could practically hear two tiny figures buzzing over his shoulders, one angel and one devil.
Angel Ur: You can't stay here. If you do, you'll definitely die!
Devil Ur: Don't listen to him. What if your luck turns out great this time? You could walk away filthy rich.
Angel Ur: Lucky? You're seriously calling yourself lucky? Do you have any self-awareness?
Devil Ur: I… uh…
After a fierce debate, Angel Ur won. He cracked Devil Ur over the head with a hammer, killing him instantly.
Ur snapped back to reality.
He's right. I can't stay. Definitely can't stay. Even if ten more enemies fall from the sky, I am not sticking around to die here.
With firm resolve, he marched toward the alley's exit. But just as he stepped out, another body crashed down right in front of him.
Thud!
A familiar groan followed. Ur stood silent for a moment, then he stepped forward, raised his foot.
Crunch.
Magic power surged into his body once more, power rushing through him. A blissful smile tugged at his lips before he realized this intoxicating surge was more addictive than any drug.
No. I have to leave, fast.
If he stayed longer, he might not have the will to walk away.
He forced the urge down, quickened his pace, but then a chorus of screams rained from above.
"Aahhh!"
"Ughhh!"
"Arghhh!"
Ur looked up, just in time to see a flood of black shadows tumble down like dumplings into boiling water. One after another, members of Devil's Fang slammed into the ground all around him.
Ur: "…"
He sighed, tilted his head back forty-five degrees, and gazed skyward with a serene expression.
"So this is my fate. If I can't escape it, then I'll embrace it."
In his mind's eye, the little angel perched on his shoulder was flattened by a massive boulder falling from the heavens. On the rock gleamed two golden words:
So Worth It.
It didn't take long for Ur to go through the heap one by one, finishing each off with a casual stomp. Soon, his magic power skyrocketed again, several times stronger than when he first arrived. The rush was so great, he almost felt like charging into battle immediately.
But he wasn't delusional. Even with his new strength multiplied several times over, barging into a war between two top guilds would be suicide.
In a clash of this scale, even a seasoned A-Class mage could only barely guarantee survival. To actually shift the tide of battle? That would take an S-Class mage, and not just a newly minted S-Class, either. At best, Ur was sitting at peak C-Class. Maybe he had just stepped into B-Class territory.
In a war like this, they made nothing more than cannon fodder.
"These wounds look familiar," Ur muttered as he dealt the final blow.
After finishing the last one, Ur noticed something strange. Almost all of the fallen bore identical injuries: a single, clean strike that had ended the fight in an instant, yet deliberately spared their lives.
He was still pondering when the sound of heavy footsteps approached from behind.
Ur stiffened, whipping around. But the moment he saw who it was, his tension melted away, replaced by a flicker of recognition.
"Ur, what are you doing here?" came the questioning voice.
Ur pointed helplessly to the unconscious Jeris slung over his shoulder. "I was chasing this guy for a job. Didn't even realize where I'd ended up."
The newcomer was none other than Erza.
And with that, everything clicked.
No wonder so many enemies had just happened to land at his feet, each one clinging to their last breath. They'd crossed paths with her.
It made perfect sense.
This kind of "leave one last breath" technique could only belong to Erza, the girl who embodied the code of a true knight.
"Wait, Erza! What are you doing?!" Ur shouted in surprise as she suddenly began rummaging through the bodies.
She glanced back at him with a look of puzzlement. "What do you think? Cleaning up the battlefield, of course."