Chapter 82: A Not So Casual Meet (1/2)
[Warning!!! An intense level of hostility detected]
[Distance is being calculated]
[Distance calculation complete]
[The hostile object is 2 meters away]
Marcus's apertures narrowed at the messages his systems let out one by one inside his mind.
His eyes, through the small slits, darted around the room and the table.
Raka was still explaining how the room had shaken before. Little did he know Marcus wasn't interested in any of that bullshit. But it did seem remarkable to him. The capacity to uncover and generate working techniques to amplify force was brilliant.
The power to intensify force could be used to make high-tech weapons as well, which could be a mighty help to revokers who excel in using ranged weapons like Kerin.
But... Putting his thoughts aside for a moment, Marcus focused on the man in front of him. The blue-haired young man was still going on about how he invented the table and the carpet.
Marcus managed to make sure that he heard what Raka said and stay alert at the same time as well. As his system had warned, Marcus was on complete guard to whatever was supposed to come at him.
”And now comes the fun part... the part where I found out you weren't a mage. Err, at least not a God at deception magic”
At that instant when Raka finished his lines, Marcus's almighty sense screamed inside him. This time with a vigor it never had before.
'Why did he say that?.... Why did he say that I wasn't a God at deception magic?'
'That's dubious'
(That's Sus)
Marcus's eyes were still narrow when he watched Raka bang the table and look down at something. His legs split up from their once overlapping stance and strengthened under his will.
A ping echoed inside his ears, ascertaining him to get ready for the incoming attack.
*PAUSE*
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Marcus spotted Raka's eyes go down along with his head as he stared at his feet.
”This whole room..”
Just as Raka started saying so, Marcus saw Raka's head jerk straight up and face the ceiling, his red eyes glaring at him vigorously. The red, now glowing irises carried ill intent in them as Raka's glare intensified.1
”It's an Illusion”
Marcus's narrow eyes widened as he saw something drift its way from the table towards Raka's hand. The speed at which the black matter bolted towards Raka was unimaginable.
*Boom*
*Bang*
*Bang*
*Bang*
*Bang*
Within the count of 1, 4 mana-piercer bullets and a Soul breaking bullet were slicing the air, rushing towards Marcus in a frenzy.
With just as amazing a pace, Marcus trapped the bullets between his fingers. The room rippled around him as the walls started falling over.
”System what's happening?”
Marcus yelled, dropping the bullets on the grass-patched dirt ground.
[User!!! The Opponent has used God-level deception magic!!. Warning!! The adversary is not to be underestimated]
God-level deception magic?. Marcus felt his heart race with a tinge of concern. But he was a hundred times more excited than he was appalled.
Battling a strong opponent was just what he was missing. Maybe it was because of his brimming excitement that he forgot about the battle he had against a god yesterday and two of them that very morning.