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"Convinced…"
Lynn, already under a Disillusionment Charm, dove straight down from high altitude toward the stage, which had fully devolved into a battlefield.
His target was clear—Felix Valentine.
The poacher leader, still disguised as a performer, was directing the battle from behind his subordinates while quietly edging closer to the cages holding the magical creatures. It was obvious—he intended to escape with the "goods" if the situation collapsed.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Lynn seized an opening and cast the Killing Curse without hesitation.
The spell tore through the air, streaking toward Valentine's back.
Valentine's instincts were sharp.
The moment the curse was cast, he sensed it. He lunged sideways and forward while flicking his wand backward.
"Accio!"
A half-man-high decorative rock from the edge of the stage flew toward him, intercepting the curse just in time.
Bang!
The green light struck the stone. Cracks spread instantly across its surface before it shattered into dust.
Valentine rolled across the ground, covered in debris—but alive.
"Damn it! Which coward is throwing Killing Curses around like that?! Trying to take me down with them?!" he shouted, still shaken.
He scrambled to his feet, scanning for his attacker.
"Tsk. Fast reaction," Lynn muttered.
But he didn't slow down.
With a wand in each hand—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A barrage of spells rained down from multiple angles, forcing Valentine into constant evasive maneuvers.
At the same time, lightning from the Thunderbird above, venomous flames from the Dragon, and stray spells from other poachers compressed his movement space to the limit.
He darted around frantically, like a panicked monkey—dodging Lynn's attacks while avoiding lightning from above and fire from afar. His composure was completely gone.
"Let's see how long you can keep that up," Lynn murmured as Stagnant Gaze activated silently.
Valentine, in the middle of casting a Shield Charm against incoming lightning, suddenly felt his body grow heavy.
His limbs turned sluggish. His thoughts dragged as if sinking into mud.
His defense slowed—just half a beat.
But that half-beat was fatal.
"Cruciatus!"
Lynn struck instantly.
A crimson beam shot forward—already infused with the Immortal Curse.
This time, Valentine had no time to summon a shield.
Bang!
The curse hit him square in the chest.
"Ugh—AHHH—!!!"
His curses turned into agonized screams.
He writhed uncontrollably, fingers clawing into the wooden stage, nails snapping as he lost all control.
For a moment, he was nothing more than a helpless target.
Rumble—Crack!
A bolt of lightning struck nearby, arcs of electricity engulfing his convulsing body.
Almost simultaneously, a splash of dark green venomous flame landed on him.
Sizzle… hiss…
The smell of charred flesh mixed with corrosive poison filled the air.
His screams stopped abruptly.
His body curled and went still—blackened, smoking, slowly dissolving under residual venom.
Lynn glanced at the remains, expression indifferent.
"Not as quick as a Killing Curse."
Of course, for Valentine, the difference no longer mattered.
His death barely caused a ripple.
The remaining poachers were fully occupied—either battling the enraged Thunderbird or desperately holding off the Dragon.
The chaos continued unabated.
"Push harder! The old Dragon's weakening! It's almost done!" one group shouted from the far side of the stage.
"Hold steady! Once it's exhausted, bind it! Live ones are worth more!" another added greedily.
"I'll help you."
A voice suddenly spoke from behind them.
"Who?!" The poachers spun around in alarm.
They saw a young man they didn't recognize, standing there with a faintly "friendly" smile.
"Torrential Impact."
Lynn flicked his wand.
This time, the Immortal Curse was woven into the water.
Boom—!!!
A high-pressure torrent slammed into their hastily formed defenses.
Their Shield Charm shattered instantly, overwhelmed by the force and the curse's weakening effect.
"Ah—!"
"Pfft—!"
"Watch out!"
Their formation collapsed. Several were blasted away, their defenses breaking apart.
"Kid, you're asking to—ugh!"
One poacher tried to retaliate—but suddenly stiffened.
Heat.
Then cold.
Then numbness.
The adult Dragon, finally freed from their suppression, seized the moment.
A wave of venomous fire swept over them.
Their screams were swallowed instantly by the flames.
Only charred remnants remained.
"Roar! (Wretched Wizard—you won't escape either!)"
The Dragon locked onto Lynn.
Its jaws opened again.
Venomous flames surged toward him.
It didn't care about sides—every Wizard here was an enemy.
Whoosh!
Lynn shot skyward like a cannonball the instant the flames were released.
"Why are you chasing me?! Don't you ever quit?!" he shouted, twisting through the air to evade the pursuing fire.
The Dragon relentlessly pursued him.
Behind him, its roar grew even more furious.
"Roar… (You dare insult me?!)"
Now.
Lynn sharply changed direction mid-air, barely avoiding a stream of flames.
Clang—!!!
A thunderous sound shook the stage.
Broken wood, shattered stone, and twisted metal from the battlefield surged together—
Condensing.
Shaping.
In an instant, a massive inverted "stone bowl" slammed down from above, trapping the Dragon at center stage.
"Protego Totalum! Pax Amuletum! Firmus Corpus!"
Lynn cast rapidly, reinforcing and stabilizing the structure.
Inside—
Boom! Bang! Crash!
The Dragon raged, smashing against its prison.
The entire structure trembled violently—but held.
This commotion drew everyone's attention.
The remaining poachers. The Thunderbird.
As the smoke cleared slightly, they saw—
A black-haired youth standing calmly beside the massive stone prison, dusting off his hands.
Their leader… and their companions…
Gone.
Silence fell.
Only the muffled impacts from within the stone bowl and the distant wind remained.
Lynn looked up at the Thunderbird, then at the remaining poachers.
A "friendly" smile appeared on his face.
"Um… hello? Shall we continue?"
"…Where the hell did you come from?!" a scarred poacher shouted, both furious and terrified.
"Avada Kedavra."
Lynn's reply was simple.
Green light flashed.
The man dropped instantly.
Dead.
"Anyone else want to talk?" Lynn flicked his wand calmly.
That was enough.
Fear turned into desperation.
"Kill him!"
"Avenge the boss!"
"Screech—!!!"
Spells and lightning poured toward Lynn in a chaotic barrage.
But he moved like a feather in a storm.
Guided by Peter's Jolt and Perfect Bodily Control, he weaved through attacks with impossible precision—dodging lethal curses, deflecting lesser ones.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
His counterattacks were precise and lethal.
Each spell struck at a weakness—timed perfectly between offense and defense.
Enhanced by the Immortal Curse, even simple spells became persistent threats.
The battle didn't last long.
One by one—
The remaining poachers fell.
Silence returned.
Only one enemy remained.
The adult Thunderbird.
It lay on the ground, wings broken, feathers scorched, its once-majestic form battered and weakened.
It tried to summon lightning—but hesitated.
Its gaze shifted between Lynn… and the direction of its trapped child.
Lynn lowered his wand and walked toward center stage.
As he passed the Thunderbird, he suddenly shouted:
"Strike! Weren't you fierce earlier? What happened—out of power?!"
The Thunderbird flinched.
"…I submit… my child…"
It wasn't surrendering to Lynn—it simply had no strength left.
"That's better."
"Stupefy."
A red beam struck it.
The exhausted creature collapsed into unconsciousness.
At last—
The battlefield fell completely silent.
Only the distant wind and the muffled impacts from within the stone prison remained.
"Ding! Mission complete. Rewards issued."
"Done."
Lynn nodded.
Then, as if remembering something, he walked over to the unconscious Thunderbird, crouched down—
—and grabbed a handful of feathers.
Sparking feathers were torn free and stuffed casually into his pocket.
"Tsk. Not great quality, but usable. Good for alchemy… or for Levi's nest," he muttered.
Then he stood, dusted off his hands—
—and walked toward Earl Lightning and Venom Lord.