CHAPTER 112: EVIL MFRR

He realized the problem instantly. The flow of shadow, no matter how vast his mana pool, was bottlenecked by one simple limitation the source. His current conduit was his own shadow. And as dense and deep as his mana had grown, that tiny space limited output. Like trying to drain an ocean through a straw.

He needed a bigger shadow. But he can’t seems to expand his shadow? he just tried bit it was like as if it cant.. Maybe other shadows? Can he?

That’s when he looked down.

There it was stretched wide, massive, cast across the shattered glacier by the towering body of Glaciermight. Its silhouette painted the ice like a blanket of darkness.

And a grin split across Razeal’s face. He already felt it

"Let’s see what happens," he said, his voice calm but electric with anticipation.

He extended his control, commanding his tendrils to slither across the ice toward Glaciermight’s own shadow. As soon as they made contact...

Something shifted.

The moment his own shadow connected to the monster’s, the limit vanished. The flow changed.

This wouldn’t be pulling from a faucet anymore. This would be tapping into a river now.

And Razeal

Was about to drown his enemy with it.

Rise.

Razeal narrowed his eyes, his voice low and cold as he commanded. His gaze locked on the massive shadow cast by Glaciermight.

And the moment he spoke, it responded.

Dozens of thick, serpent-like tendrils erupted upward from the beast’s own shadow. Each was as wide as a man’s torso, black and oily, pulsing with energy. They slithered and twisted through the air like limbs of a deep-sea leviathan summoned from another plane.

Razeal grinned. He had tapped into it. The shadow wasn’t just reacting to him. It was obeying.

[Congratulations, host. You have created the skill: Shadow Link.]

[Congratulations, host. You have created the skill: Shadow Giant Tentacles.]

The system’s voice chimed in his head, but he barely gave attention. His focus was absolute.

He raised his hand and closed it into a fist. The tendrils lunged.

They coiled around Glaciermight’s legs first, anchoring and squeezing. Then more wrapped its arms, neck, back, and gut. The monster roared, trashing and smashing its limbs wildly, but the shadows only thickened and multiplied, responding to every struggle with tighter binds and more layers. It was like trying to fight a black tide a darkness that adapted, that multiplied, that wanted to consume.

Glaciermight clawed at the tendrils, yanking and tearing, but every ripped strand birthed two more in its place. Its frost-charged claws and brute strength meant nothing. The shadows were neither fully solid nor liquid, shifting under force, reforming instantly.

Then, in desperation, the beast summoned its elemental energy. From every inch of its massive frame, ice spikes exploded outward in a desperate, final flare of resistance.

Useless.

The shadows wrapped around them too, suppressing the ice as if it was nothing more than breath in cold air. The ripples of pressure shook the tendrils, but not one snapped. The black limbs just expanded further, crawling up and over the icy protrusions like ivy devouring a dying tree.

More notifications rang in Razeal’s mind.

[Congratulations, host. You have created the skill: Shadow Bind.]

Razeal’s eyes lit up with cold satisfaction.

Before him, the mountain-sized monster was gone swallowed entirely into a writhing black cocoon. A pulsing, shifting sphere of shadow, shaped like the Glaciermight’s original form but coated in living, seething darkness. A thousand coiling tendrils flicked and twisted across its surface like snakes drunk on power.

He let out a low whistle. "This... this is fucked up."

It was almost effortless.

He wasn’t swinging swords. He wasn’t dodging blows. He wasn’t even moving his legs.

He was puppeteering a black storm, molding it with a thought. No logic needed. No calculations. He simply willed it into existence. Said "wrap it," and it wrapped. Said "hold it," and it crushed.

He laughed, quiet but giddy.

"Shadow manipulation might be the best damn thing I’ve ever had thought of before."

And then as if cued by arrogance the system’s voice snapped back.

[It looks easy because you possess the SSS-ranked artifact: Shadow Heart a universe-class relic. Do not forget that. Without it, your current control would take years of meditation, training, and elemental synchronizing and thats with your absolute dark genius talent. Thank the relic it was a shortcut for you.]

Razeal rolled his eyes but said nothing.

[Also... you may feel like a god now, but look at your mana. Do you think this power is free? What you’re doing is the equivalent of flooding everything with gunpowder and lighting a match. It works, yes. But that doesn’t make it smart.]

The system wasn’t wrong.

This wasn’t finesse. This was brute force with elegant dressing. Razeal was soaking the battlefield in shadow, flooding it like an amateur with infinite resources, overwhelming the enemy with scale and size instead of precision.

"Maybe you are right," Razeal murmured, watching the cocooned beast still twitch under the weight of the tendrils, "there’s might definitely be an art to do this."

[Exactly. There are better ways. Tighter, cleaner applications. You’re using a warhammer where a scalpel might suffice.]

He exhaled. "Well, one step at a time."

Still, even if this wasn’t the peak of what shadow manipulation could do it was damn close to feeling invincible. And now that Glaciermight was bound, writhing and helpless in a coffin of living shadow...

Still

He went silent for some time

Just stood calmly, his obsidian skeleton partially visible beneath the worn edges of his skin which was regenerating, as his eyes locked onto the massive cocoon of writhing shadow. Beneath him, the shadow platform floated higher into the sky, now lifting him far above Glaciermight’s towering bulk. The monster, still thrashing against the black mass engulfing it, could no longer be seen only the outline of its giant body remained beneath the snaking, suffocating tendrils.

"Also I know that.. from very beginning that i am using it wrong way," Razeal murmured as the system’s voice echoed in his head, warning him about mana cost and wasteful execution.

"To create something that massive... control it, bind it, and crush it... of course it takes insane energy." His gaze never left the writhing, suffocating mass of shadow tentacles that cocooned the monster far below. "But that’s what energy is for. To be used."

"And I honestly don’t care what it costs," he muttered. "Not now atleast."

"Afterall I’m just testing. Learning. I’m not here to conserve. I’m here to evolve.. I wanna learn that art become stronger version of myself so.. No one dares to call me weak."

Then he smiled cold, emotionless, like a scientist looking at a rat in a cage.

"Let’s start killing, shall we?"

With a snap of his fingers thumb to middle finger the shadow platform surged upward like a silent elevator, rising higher and higher until he hovered above even Glaciermight’s towering frame. From here, he could see the entire cocoon of shadows he had crafted. It writhed and pulsed like something alive.

Inside, the beast thrashed. Glaciermight’s ice-armored body cracked with strain as shadow tentacles continued to wrap tighter around him, digging into his muscle, suffocating his breath, cutting off every movement.

Razeal lifted his hand and snapped.

[Congratulations, host. New skill created: Shadow Spike Engagement]

The air stilled inside the shadow cacoon for a second. Then the shadows convulsed.

From every direction inside and out massive shadow spikes materialized, shaped like jagged, twisted rebar the size of tree trunks. They didn’t emerge slowly. They appeared inside the cocoon, already formed, their sharpened tips positioned against Glaciermight’s body.

Then they pushed.

A guttural, pained roar tore from the beast’s throat, muffled by the dense shadow wrapping his snout. The spikes pressed inward slow, deliberate, cruel. Glaciermight’s body resisted. His flesh was dense, reinforced by years of ice-affinity reforging. The spikes didn’t tear through like blades. Instead, they compressed his body like a thousand hydraulic presses, grinding inward.

Thick, deep-red blood began to ooze between the cracks in his hide.

His muscles bulged against the pressure, veins straining, but it didn’t stop. Thousands of spikes moved at once impossibly coordinated. Each punctured a different point: legs, back, spine, abdomen, throat.

His body shook from the pain, but the slow pace made it worse. It wasn’t an execution. It was a message.

Razeal stared in fascination.

""This thing’s body is thick like frozen steel.. It’s quite dense," he said aloud. "I expected it to explode instantly. But no. This thing’s built like metal. Guess reforged ice has its perks."

Then his expression darkened.

"But I don’t mind," he said, voice cold. "You’ve screwed me over too many times. So yeah... call it revenge."

A twisted smile pulled at his lips as he lifted his hand again.

"Call me evil."

The cocoon twitched.

Suddenly, the back ends of the shadow spikes started to extend outward emerging from Glaciermight’s body like nail heads. The points stayed buried inside his flesh, while the blunt ends rose above the shadow cocoon like tall, black stakes.

Then BOOOM more shadows gathered.

Hundreds of massive hammers formed above the nail-like spike ends. Each one looked like it weighed a tonne, forged entirely from compressed shadow essence.

Even the system blinked.

[Host... this is... just barbaric.]

"Revenge should be cold," Razeal muttered, eyes never leaving the beast. "I took over 800,000 hits from this thing. This? This is mercy."

Then he gave the command.

"Swing."

In perfect unison, all the hammers slammed down onto the nails.

BAM! Well

The impact was thunderous. The spikes drove deeper into Glaciermight’s body, forcing their way through meat, muscle, and bone. Holes burst open across his torso. Ice-crystal armor cracked. Internal organs shifted under pressure.

"ARRRGHHHH!" Glaciermight’s scream echoed within the cocoon, resonating like a funeral bell in the frozen valley.

"Continue," Razeal commanded.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The hammers struck repeatedly, each hit punching the spikes deeper. The cocoon of shadows rippled with energy. Blood sprayed from every wound now, staining the inside of the tendrils.

From far above, Razeal watched. His expression was unreadable. There was no hesitation in his posture only focus.

This wasn’t a fight anymore.

It was an execution.

And Razeal wasn’t done.

"Push it further," he whispered to the system. "Until he stops moving."

[Warning: target vitals are rapidly destabilizing.]

"Good."

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And after several long minutes of brutal execution, a series of system notifications cut through the blood-soaked air like sharp bells of victory:

[Congratulations, host. You have killed Rank B Glaciermight.]

[Congratulations, host. You have received 10 Killing Points.]

[Killing Intent (SSS) – (D): 10.08 / 10,000]

[Congratulations, host. You have cleared the First Wave. Second Wave approaching: 10 Glaciermights. Prepare yourself.]

Razeal didn’t react immediately. He simply stared down at the blood-soaked battlefield, the cratered ice beneath his floating shadow platform still trembling from the aftermath of his relentless cruelty. His expression was unreadable but his eyes shimmered with dangerous focus.

And then, just as the next wave approached ten Glaciermights charging like angry titans Razeal lifted his hand, and the massacre began again.

The bloodbath continued.

Third wave. Cleared.

Fourth wave. Cleared.

[Congratulations, host. Fifth Wave cleared killing 10,000 Glaciermights. Sixth Wave approaching: 100,000 Glaciermights.]

Razeal stood tall. New Woundeds, regenerating, but standing.

He had turned his battleground into a forge. A forge of death, of battle, and of endless experimentation.

While slaughtering waves of monsters, Razeal didn’t stop at just killing. He learned. He adapted.

With every strike, he created.

He forged over 10,000 new shadow-based skills during the course of these battles.

He refined his tectonic flow slashes to such a degree that his body no longer sustained damage upon execution. The once-destructive kinetic backlash that reduced limbs to bone was now a whisper of its former wrath.

Flow mastery. Near complete.

His healing? It evolved.

[Major Healing (B) – 1,000,000 / 1,000,000] → [Upgraded to: Superior Healing (A)]

[0 / 1,000,000,000]

[Super-Fast Regeneration: Whole body now regenerates 10x faster than before. All A-rank and lower diseases are now completely ineffective against host.]

But it didn’t stop there.

[Killing Intent (SSS) – (D): 10,000 / 10,000] → [Upgraded to: Killing Intent (SSS) – (C): 0 / 100,000]

[Congratulations, host. You have unlocked a new effect of this skill:]

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I swear, I hate training arcs, man. This stuff is so damn stressful and boring to write. Anyway, just wanted to ask should I even bother showing long training arcs like this in the future for interesting new skills, or should I just give you the important stuff? Like, yeah, I won’t completely skip over it, but I’ll give you just enough so you get the idea what happened, how, and why.

Well, either way, I’m skipping the training for now. Straight to the plot in the next Chapter. I’ll just explain what he gained, how it works, and how to use it. That should be good enough, right?

Anyway, it’s time to kick off the duel arc!

Thanks for reading, guys and please don’t forget to send powerstones and golden tickets. It’s a new month, and we’ve got to hit the top 100 at least!

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