Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

Chapter 2121: Continental Threat

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Dimenion’s arrogant face shattered into countless glittering fragments as his entire body began rapidly vaporizing. From the darkness above, an overwhelming tide of pure void energy descended upon him like an inescapable abyss.

Aquarina had fully unleashed her Abyssal Form, channeling her truest and most destructive power. Her mother, Nepheline, stood firmly behind her, pouring vast amounts of stabilizing mana into her daughter to amplify the attack.

"DIE ALREADY, YOU BASTARD! LEAVE US ALONE!!!" Aquarina screamed, her voice echoing with raw fury and determination.

"G-GAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Dimenion’s true spirit surged desperately in one final act of defiance, but it was too late. His entire body shattered completely, sending pieces of his cosmic form flying in every direction across the fractured dimensional void.

Sylphy’s Heavenly Soul Cauldron activated instantly, absorbing the scattered fragments with insatiable hunger. Having fused with Violet earlier, the cauldron and Sylphy had become one unified sentient entity, far stronger and more refined than before. The artifact pulsed with newfound intelligence and power.

"Master, the materials!" the cauldron urged.

"Reinforce this! It’s not over yet!" Sylphy commanded.

Without hesitation, she hurled the fused cannon, the powerful combination of Sapphire and Scarlet, into the glowing cauldron, merging it with the absorbed pieces of Dimenion’s physical body. Divine energies swirled violently within the vessel as the fusion process began.

"H-HOW DARE YOU...! HOW... DARE YOUUUUUUU!"

Dimenion’s voice roared with unbridled hatred.

"I AM NOT... A WEAKLING TO FALL AGAINST YOU MERE ANTS!"

From the remnants of his broken form, he emerged once more, this time as a gigantic god-like being composed entirely of swirling cosmic starlight. His presence radiated overwhelming malice and instability. It turned out that his previous body had merely served as a container to restrain this incredibly volatile true form.

"I WILL DELETE THIS ENTIRE REGION FROM THE PLANET’S SURFACE!"

RUMBLE!

CRACK!

BOOOM!

The skies shattered violently as Dimenion broke through the boundaries of Sylphy’s Void Dimension, the very space born from the Dungeon she had devoured. He erupted into the real world, soaring high above the Blue Mountains. In that moment, everyone on the battlefield finally witnessed the true scale of the monster Sylphy and her companions had been fighting.

The King of Elves widened his eyes in shock as he gazed upward, the entire mountain range trembling beneath the immense force Dimenion exerted while breaking free. The ground quaked violently, and cracks spread across the rocky terrain.

"So that’s the entity Sylphy is fighting...?" he gasped, momentarily stunned. Quickly regaining his composure, he gripped his blade firmly. He noticed that the endless waves of monsters pouring from the dungeon had finally begun to thin out. "It should be possible now!"

With a decisive wave of his hand, the King released a powerful Sealing Spell. Millions of glowing runes converged in the air, forming a colossal magic circle that slammed shut over the dungeon entrance, completely sealing it.

The remaining powerful bosses trapped inside roared in fury, slamming against the barrier in a desperate attempt to break free. Even the threat of a full Dungeon Break was neutralized by the King’s masterful seal.

This was the power of Sealing Magic, one of the first and most deeply mastered magics the King had ever learned. It was also the affinity in which he held the highest talent.

In his distant childhood, his magic talent had been considered incredibly low. Sealing Magic was exceptionally rare and poorly understood at the time, leading the elves to brand the young prince as talentless.

This judgment brought him harsh discrimination, not only from other elves but from his own family as well. His parents viewed him as inferior, his siblings mocked and bullied him relentlessly, and after labeling him a "hopelessly untalented elf," they gave him no further attention. To them, he was the greatest disgrace their bloodline had ever produced.

Yet during those lonely years, the young prince often disguised himself as a commoner and ran errands in town, taking any job he could find to earn money and build savings. It was in those streets that he watched Adventurers and especially the Knights of the Kingdom training their powerful bodies in large camps. A particular half-elf warrior inspired him deeply.

"Because in this world, the only thing that will never betray you is your own body and muscles, young man!" the knight had told him. "Even an elf can become strong if they train diligently and without rest! If you lack affinity with magic, then forge your body instead!"

"Is it really possible to become as strong as you, sir?"

"It is!"

"But we elves aren’t supposed to get muscular, we can only—"

"It doesn’t matter! Defy your own biology! Muscles are the path toward dreams! You will train with me and the boys starting today, brat!"

"Eeeeeh?!"

Back then, he hadn’t fully understood the knight’s insistence. But centuries later, long after those friends had passed away, the King still remembered them with deep fondness. His current body — a paragon of almighty physical might and perfectly sculpted muscle — stood as living proof that their teachings were true.

Eventually, he also deepened his mastery of Sealing Magic and discovered how to use it on himself. By sealing his own muscles, training intensely for days, and then unsealing them, he could release explosive accumulated energy that forced even his pure-blooded high elven body to grow larger and stronger. In this way, the Path of Muscles and his Sealing Magic intertwined into a beautiful symphony of sweat, blood, and relentless effort.

He smiled lightly, a quiet confidence returning to his face. "This should take care of the dungeons for now. I’ve sealed them all, even the Dragon Tomb Dungeon!" he announced. "We have a window before the seals weaken, perhaps less, but it should be enough time. All of you, make sure to eliminate every remaining monster! We’re moving out, heroes! We must protect Sylphy and her friends. The new generation cannot be lost today!"

"Very well!" Allan nodded firmly. "I was planning to do exactly that anyway, father-in-law."

"Let’s go! I saw Nepheline flying into the skies with the others — she’s already up there!" Shade called out.

"Then we should hurry. That thing is clearly preparing something dangerous!" Faylen urged. "Arafunn! Ninhursag!"

"Yes! We’re right here," Arafunn responded.

"Let’s do this!" Ninhursag nodded with determination.

The Yggdrasil Knights and High Elf Archmagi remained stationed in the city to handle the leftover monsters. Every civilian had finally been evacuated, so no innocent lives remained in immediate danger.

What’s more, Nepheline and Faylen had combined their strength and magic earlier, successfully reviving many of the recently deceased whose bodies and souls were not too badly damaged. The monsters identified as mutated were also slowly beginning to revert and cure themselves under the influence of Sylphy’s earlier power.

Except for a dangerous few that had developed a troubling immunity to her cure.

"GROOOHHHHH!"

As the main group of heroes soared into the skies to join the battle, these immune mutated monsters continued rampaging through the city streets, destroying everything in their path. The knights and magicians worked desperately to suppress them without killing them, after all, these were former civilians who might still be saved.

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