[The Evolutionary Knight: Leonhart.
Has been eliminated]
[Congratulations, player.]
[Passive skill: The adaptative vision, has been unlocked]
[Skill guide: User can copy any skill and move just from one glance. The User can also copy the opponents abilities that they can upgrade according to their stats.]
Vash never saw this message.
He never got the time to see it.
His focus was completely on resting and managing his weapons for the black figure on the throne.
[He can go inside right away and try to take out that last enemy.]
[But,... It's not a enemy.]
[It's the door that leads him out of this mess, the wall that's on his way to reaching his goal, the last hurdle before he can finally go to his home and meet his family.]
Vash had used the armour he got from killing Leonhart on himself.
He had upgraded all the pieces but when he placed them in the armour slots, the armour didn't apply on his body physically.
It only gave him protection and shield in a way that didn't put weight on his body.
He also got the massive sword from him but didn't know what to do with it, since he never used a sword that big before.
"Ok, Cool."
"But, how the hell am I supposed to use this?"
"First, I've never used a sword this big before."
"Second—"
[King Slayer.
Weight: 2300 lbs
Size: 1.4 meters
Material: Thunder scalp, dragon core.]
"What the hell is up with its fucking weight!!?"
Silence.
"He surely was a monster in armour."
"That motherfucker was swinging this with one hand?"
"This thing is as heavy as an XUV even after getting nerfed."
"It's at level one and the weight is already beyond normal expectations."
Silence.
"I can't even imagine how heavy it'll be after I maximize its level."
He smirked as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Yeah..."
"There was no way I was beating him without playing dirty."
Vash Lets out a deep breath before taking the sword out of his inventory.
The moment it materialized in his hand, he was pulled down to the floor by its weight.
He barely managed to keep hilt higher than the edge of the sword, which was crashed into the floor.
But.
His arms were trembling just trying to keep it from crashing on the floor.
"This—"
"Fuck—... This is—"
"Too heavy—"
He tightened his grip and managed to lift the blade's tip an inch off the ground.
But—
The moment he raised it any higher, the muscles in both arms stretched beyond their limits.
Tear.
Agonizing pain shot through his joints and shoulders.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out.
The sword slipped from his grasp and crashed into the floor.
BAAM!
Cracks spread across the stone beneath it.
His regeneration immediately repaired the damage to his muscles.
But the pain remained.
"FUUUCK!"
"Just how much strength do I need to lift that thing?"
Vash kept holding both of his arms and breathing heavily.
He gulped a few times before sitting on his knees, trying to recover from the pain.
"Fuck—"
"How the hell did no one ever thought about how painful is regeneration when they were making anime and novels?"
"Even death felt less painful than getting regenerated."
After an hour of trying to distract himself from the pain.
He finally got a mental recovery from it.
He called the sword back into his inventory.
"Haa... Haa."
"Haaaaa~"
"Yeah"
"I am never lifting that metal scrap again."
He got up and warmed up a bit before finally turning his gaze back to the throne room.
The room was pristine, as if the battle with Leonhart had never happened.
The black figure was sitting still.
Eerily still.
There was almost no movement except for the moving energy waves radiating from its body.
Vash closed his eyes and took a final, long, deep breath.
He opened his eyes again and materialized his short swords in both hands and raised his left foot.
The moment his foot set on the floor of the throne room.
Both Vash and the black figure vanished in a blur of speed.
A large explosive impact shook the hall as walls and ceiling cracked from the force.
They both are pushed back as Vash finally got a look at what the figure actually looked like.
His eyes widened when he saw who was in front of him.
It was—
Vash himself.
Surrounded by darkness as his eyes glowed red.
The eerie cold glare and the two short swords that Vash never used before.
It was like.
This was a version that the system wanted him to become.
[The nameless king: monarch of the undead.]
Vash was stunned.
He kept staring as the figure tilted his head to the side.
Slowly.
He draped the hood over his head as a faint sound of chuckle came out.
Vash looked around, but—
It was coming from the figure.
Vash unconsciously stepped back.
But—
His feet suddenly froze.
Like something held onto them.
He immediately looked down and saw shadow like hands coming out of the ground, holding his legs.
Vash:"keuk!?"
He tried to force his feet out of the shadow grip when—
The dark Vash dashed and directed his right hand blade to his eyes.
His other blade was not in his grip, because—
It was right behind Vash's head.
Vash:"fuck,... This is bad."
"He really went for my blind spot and visible spot together."
Vash barely managed to dodge by ducking down as both the blade collided into each other.
He took advantage of the distraction and cutted through the shadow arms and jumped away just in time.
Dark Vash held the blades again and spun them before getting back into his cold and almost motionless stand.
Only to stare directly at his eyes.
He slowly turned his body towards Vash.
But—
Vash wasn't worried about the fight.
He was wary of his behavior.
Because—
His glowing red eyes showed a clear sign of —
Amusement.
The dark Vash lifted his hand to crack his neck and talked.
Vash stared in shock.
Not a single real NPC have ever talked before.
But what shocked him even more was what he said.
A chilling cold look in his eyes as he tilted his whole body to the side and placed both hands into his pocket of the jacket.
Dark Vash:"Let's have some fun, shall we?"