CHAPTER 110: MANA LEVEL UP

After ten more brutal hours, Razeal finally exhaled a long, ragged breath that barely counted as relief.

He wasn’t a master. Not yet. But he could do it now. And by do it, he meant surviving the process mostly.

Sure, sometimes a limb vanished. A hand reduced to bare bone. A chunk of his arm missing, skin muscles and veins clean off Fully. Minor details.

But that didn’t matter. What mattered was this: Razeal could hit now. Very Hard of that actually. Hard enough to break things that shouldn’t break atleast not by gentle and beautiful looking hands of his.

Ask how much force he was ignoring just to keep his body from turning inside out?

Try this: 100 million times.

Not 1. Not a 0.1 or even a 0.001. Nope not even a millionth. A hundred million times less than full output, and even that pushed his body into full system atomfied.

It was absolute bullshit.

Because what he was trying to harness wasn’t some magical wind or sword slash.

It was tectonic energy.

Continental level kinetic force.

A goddamn continent-sized slab of Earth’s crust, moving with the force of shifting planets. Now imagine if someone could harness all that kinetic energy compress it into a single punch, a single strike. A weaponized continent in motion.

Now that’s insane.

Imagine someone grabbing a house and hurling it at your head. Think about the weight, the mass, the impact. Now imagine the house is moving at high speed. The strike is focused, tight, and fast the blow from a superhuman being. You don’t just lose. You get erased.

Now scale it up.

What if someone could throw a tectonic plate at you?

Even from just two feet off the ground, the mass alone could knock the planet out of alignment. The planetary balance would collapse. Oceans, weather systems, gravity all of it, thrown into chaos.

And that... that was the kind of force Razeal was learning to tame.

Even if he could only tap into one-hundred-millionth of it...

...that tiny fraction was still monstrous.

Still enough to make any god ask the impossible question: Where the hell is all this strength coming from?

Anyways to the current Razeal.

He cracked his knuckles, eyes scanning the frozen horizon.

Hundreds of meters Before him stood the beast.

Glaciermight.

A mountain-sized juggernaut. Like a walking iceberg with a polar bear’s rage. Its body towered over the frozen wastelands a living fortress of muscle, fur, and elemental frost.

Razeal smiled.

"Yeah... my strike’s strong enough now," he muttered. "Let’s level up the killing intent now."

"Definitely atrong enough to punch holes in castles... maybe even go toe-to-toe with monsters weighing over 170 tonnes?"

Razeal muttered the words under his breath, eyes still locked on the massive creature looming ahead.

Glaciermight.

The beast’s body was vast, covered in a mountain’s worth of ice-crusted fur. Its breath alone turned the air to a haze of frost. Standing there, it looked less like a monster and more like a moving natural disaster.

Razeal grinned.

"I guess my strike’s finally strong enough," he said, stretching both arms. "Yeah... I can definitely fuck with this monster now."

No more hesitation. No need for build-up.

With one shift of weight, Razeal launched forward at full speed, his shadow hoverboard igniting beneath his feet. He blazed toward Glaciermight like a black comet tearing through snow.

His eyes stayed calm. Focused.

There was no rage left. No panic. Not even adrenaline anymore. Just a razor-sharp drive honed by dying a million times over.

Now his focus was narrowed to five things:

Battle experience.

Killing points.

Healing efficiency.

Flow refinement.

And Shadow magic

And meanwhile he reaches there he looked at his skill panel.

[Major Healing (B) – 806,757 / 1,000,000]

[Killing Intent (SSS → D) – 0.08 / 10,000]

Yeah, Razeal got wrecked this time. He glanced at the healing stats and scoffed. Over 800,000 in damage, And that was only counting the fatal ones. Anything below B-rank level damage didn’t even register. Cuts, Small blown limbs, wounds too minor to be noticed. Only the kind of wounds that should’ve ended him made the list.

Who could imagine that? If it weren’t Razeal, it would be a psychological burden to anyone. And these were injuries that only happened from misses.. Afterall he was supposed to die always suicide experiment bomb, he was still completely fucked up. Most of the time, he had just self-destructed and it was instant kill so when did he got time to get injured.

Honestly It was really fucked up.

Still to him, it was just spare change. Casual loss. Just the price of breaking through.

And now... now was the real test.

This fight was going to be legendary.

Had to be.

His eyes scanned Glaciermight. Its breath unleashed entire towers of frost. The air grew sharper with every second, the very atmosphere trying to freeze him in place.

A whale-sized polar bear, covered in layered plates of living ice.

Razeal’s blood surged, but not with fear.

Excitement.

Finally, a real fight. No shadows. No simulations.

Just a raw, head-to-head clash against something that could kill him for real.

He smiled.

This was it.

Time to push past the edge again.

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And with that Razeal chargeds the towering Glaciermight head-on.

For all this time, he’d kept his distance 200, sometimes 300 meters away just practicing flow. But this time, he wasn’t. He slid across the ice with precision, shadow hoverboard slowing as he closed the final gap. Just a few meters now.

Time for payback. For the 800,000+ injury points.

Sliding forward, Razeal gradually slowed as he closed the distance. His eyes flicked to his mana stats too.

Mana (MP): S-Rank (1.562 billion / 100 billion)

Yeah... He’d grown. A lot. Over just four days.

The trade business had been booming. Those D-ranked fire arrows were selling like wildfire.

And with the profits, came power.

Not just mana his Shadow Affinity had surged too.

He had sold 1,512,000 D-ranked fire arrows.

In return, he received 7,810,000 elemental cores and 15,620 monster cores from which all the elemental cores he passed straight back to Levy after converting them back into more arrows.

And yeah he directly absorbed all 15,620 monster cores at once.

The result? A dark surge of mana unlike anything before. Over 1.562 billion mana points gained and a direct infusion of shadow energy.

Yeah he didn’t exploded as should be but anyways..

His Shadow Affinity, which had lingered in the low ranks for so long, now burst into Low-Intermediate directly.

All this, from just four days of trading.

It was insane growth by anyone’s standards.

In terms of magic potential, Razeal had now officially entered the S-rank in mana capacity.

And with his affinity reaching the Intermediate stage, the possibilities with shadow magic were staggering.

There was just one catch: the system made it clear.

he’d have to unlock and understand the techniques on his own. Everything was there he had already mastered it but he needed to discover it for himself.

So the knowledge was already within him thanks to shadow heart.

Now, it was just a matter of unlocking it.

Whatever. That could wait.

For now. or just unlock now while beating this dumb shit.

Razeal stepped silently off his Shadow Hoverboard, landing with precision. His eyes locked on the monster ahead.

"Let’s see how strong you really are," he muttered.

A glint of steel flashed as he drew his sword with his right hand.

Glaciermight didn’t react at first.

But the second Razeal stepped forward the beast moved

As if insulted by the challenge, the gigontious beast stirred from its glacier-born stillness. Its 170-ton body shifted with grinding weight, and when it stepped forward, A tremor ripped through the frozen ground shaking it with a deep, groaning rumble.

Its massive, glacier-blue eyes locked onto the tiny figure before it.

To Glaciermight, he was an insect. Insignificant. But not ignored.

The colossus lifted its arm slowly, massive bear-like claws curling into a fist. At first, that seemed just to be it but then the air changed. Ice began to gather at the raised arm, drawn in by force, by power, by will. Energy crackled and danced around it, the frost spiraling into a gleaming, massive claw of pure, condensed elemental ice.

It radiated power. And if that claw came down

Razeal narrowed his eyes.

He might die before he even realized what had happened.

Still, he watched it, unimpressed. "It’s really slow," he muttered, letting out a low whistle. "Yeah, being the size of a fortress definitely makes you a bit sluggish."

He grinned.

But just as the words left his mouth Glaciermight struck

In an instant, that towering behemoth moved with impossible speed. The ice-armored fist plummeted toward Razeal like a falling star.

The fist, now wrapped in raw elemental ice, blurred toward him with terrifying speed. The air pressure hit first before the attack even landed. A concussive blast of wind surged outward, threatening to flatten everything in its path. Razeal dug in, his feet skidding slightly, his muscles straining. The force was staggering.

"Damn... it’s fast," Razeal whispered, his voice nearly drowned out by the howl of displaced air.

His body, still only ranked D in raw stats, wasn’t built to take that kind of assault. But his obsidian-reinforced skeleton held. He didn’t tremble. Didn’t drop. He stood straight even as the pressure clawed at his skin, pulling at him like gravity had just tripled.

Tension? Absolutely. But fear? No. Not even close.

Two thoughts shot through his mind in a heartbeat.

Option one: Meet the blow head-on. Use Tectonic Slash. Cut off the monster’s arm mid-swing. Direct. Brutal.

But... no.

Too straightforward. Too obvious. Too plain.

No style.

Option two: Something new. Something he’d waited to try.

He made his decision before the punch even landed.

A grin crept across his face.

"Shadow Manipulation," he whispered.

It was time to put those 15,000 monster cores to work.

Beneath his feet, the shadows churned. Dozens of tendrils exploded outward like liquid snakes.

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