"What just happened?"
The Freya Familia members stood frozen. They looked at one another, pinching their own cheeks to make sure they weren't dreaming. The pain confirmed the reality: Lord Hedin had been blown away in a single strike.
Their hearts screamed in denial. Impossible. That's a Level 6 powerhouse, one of the few in Orario, the most versatile Magic Swordsman... so what level is this man?!
Roy didn't care what they thought. His Level 7 Experience Card only lasted thirty minutes. After being set up by that "crazy woman" Freya and nearly dying in the Dungeon, he intended to return every bit of that bottled-up rage onto these people.
CRACK!
Roy's leg muscles coiled and released, propelling him toward the Familia members like a rocket. He moved so fast the human eye couldn't track him. The explosive force of his kick shattered the ground beneath him, leaving a crater dozens of meters wide.
Like an unstoppable juggernaut, Roy tore through the Freya Familia's ranks. Whether they were Level 3 or Level 4, Roy was a god of slaughter in this moment.
Bam! Thud! Crash!
One by one, the elite members were swatted aside, embedded into stone walls like broken dolls. Bones shattered; lungs collapsed.
"Hah!"
A Level 4 swordsman charged, swinging his blade with everything he had. To Roy, the man's "explosive" speed was as slow as a crawling ant. Roy threw a simple, straight punch into the man's chest. A dull thud echoed as the swordsman traced a beautiful arc through the air, landing kilometers away in a massive crater. The sound of the impact terrified nearby residents, who huddled in their homes, faces pale.
"Mages, ready your spells!" "There's no time! Call for reinforcements!"
Panic broke out. The Freya Familia members, known for their cold discipline even in the direst straits, had never been this disoriented. But they were facing a Roy who was effectively "cheating." No technique—just raw, overwhelming stats.
With his SSS-rank Level 7 stats, Roy felt power overflowing within him. If he didn't vent it, he felt like he might burst. In less than three minutes, every member Hedin had brought with him lay in pools of blood, their fates unknown.
"Not enough... still not enough!!" Roy muttered, his voice raspy and manic.
As Roy tore through the rank-and-file, Hedin managed to return to the fray. His jaw was shattered, and half of his aristocratic face was swollen and distorted—a far cry from his "Elven Noble" persona. His expression was murderous, but deep in his eyes, there was a flicker of genuine shock.
By now, other executives had arrived. Several squads navigated the maze of Daedalus Street to reach the scene.
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Starting with an Elf (305 Chapters, Ongoing)
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Hogni Ragnar, Level 6 executive, known alongside Hedin as the "Knights of Black and White." Allen Fromel, Level 6 Vice-Captain, titled "Vana Freya" (Goddess's Chariot). He was known as the fastest adventurer in the city, with speed that exceeded even Ottar's.
"What is this?"
As the two arrived with forty more members and saw the carnage, they were shaken to their core. Knowing the strength of their comrades, their first instinct was to believe they were under an illusion.
"My rival... what happened?" Hogni looked at Hedin, seeing him in such a pathetic state for the first time.
"Explain yourself, cockroach!" the hot-tempered Allen barked.
"Shut up! This guy is wrong. Everyone, follow my lead!" Hedin spat, his voice cold despite his injury.
"Roar—"
Roy didn't wait for Hedin to organize a formation. A low, beast-like growl escaped his throat, which the Phantom Mask distorted into a deafening dragon's roar. The sheer sonic pressure, combined with the sight of the fallen elites, made the weaker adventurers' legs tremble.
However, Allen was different. Hearing the dragon roar, the black-haired cat-person reacted as if triggered. His face contorted with murderous rage as he charged forward recklessly.
"Tch, troublesome brat!" Hedin cursed. He hadn't even had the chance to share the most vital intel: this man was a monster of stats.
This was the Freya Familia's greatest weakness—they were a collection of factions. If Ottar, Allen, Hedin, and the Bringar brothers ever truly united, the Loki Familia wouldn't stand a chance. But for now, they fought as individuals.
Hedin quickly adjusted. "Hogni! Allen is the vanguard. You support him. I'll provide cover from the rear!"
"I know what to do, my rival!"
"Bloom, Cursed Sword of Royalty. At the cost of reason and the blood of offerings—slay until the banquet ends!" Hogni completed his chant, his timid personality replaced by a cold, ruthless warrior persona. [Dainsleif]! This magic was unique; it simply activated his "secondary personality," allowing him to fight without the hesitation caused by his usual social anxiety.
Allen and Hogni struck as a pair. Allen, the "Fastest in the City," arrived first. His silver spear lunged like a viper at a lethal angle. Roy narrowed his eyes. Without his Level 7 stats, he would have been killed instantly. Roy tracked the spear, his hand moving with supernatural precision to bypass the tip and reach for Allen's throat.
Allen's pupils dilated. He retreated ten meters in an instant, a cold sweat breaking out. He stared at his spear and then at the "Berserker." He finally realized why Hedin had been so easily tossed aside.
As Allen retreated, Hogni filled the gap. His cursed sword, [Victim Abyss], prevented wounds from healing and expanded his reach. Roy didn't get careless. He activated his magic, and golden lightning gathered in his palm, shaping into a longsword. To the observers, the mask distorted the lightning into flickering flames or rushing water.
Clang!
The two blades collided with the screech of metal on metal. The ground beneath Roy and Hogni cracked and splintered into pieces.
"You're a Level 7?!" Hogni gasped, unable to lift his head under the crushing weight of Roy's strength.