Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

Chapter 466: Kaelron Vire [II]

Some Casters and Supporters, a few feet away, seeing this sadistic rampage unfold before their eyes, decided to end it before she could reach their lines.

Three of them worked in tandem to boost the offensive output of the fourth — a wiry, pale boy who was in the middle of conjuring a massive, crackling sphere of compressed plasma.

“Maximum Output — Solar Flare Cannon!” he shrieked, feeling the need to call out his attack’s name for whatever reason.

Putting on a show for the sponsors, perhaps?

His voice was shaking under the accumulating strain of channeling that much volatile energy, though.

Alexia only noticed when he thrust his hands forward. It was too late to dodge by then.

The incandescent sphere detonated off his fingertips and streaked across the battlefield like a moving miniature sun, leaving behind a wake of superheated air.

Everything in its path melted. The grass caught fire, the tree trunks in its path incinerated to ash, and the damp mud cracked dry as all the moisture flash-evaporated from it.

Alexia had no time to move aside as the fiery projectile struck her head-on, engulfing her petite frame in a roaring explosion of blinding white light.

A deafening boom resounded through the rainforest.

The nearest Ivory Cadets instinctively threw up their arms to shield their faces as a blistering wave of heat washed over them, carrying embers and clouds of pulverised earth in every direction.

The pale boy gasped, panting heavily as his knees threatened to give under him. Sweat streamed down his face. “Did… did we get her?”

It felt as though the battlefield had fallen strangely still all of a sudden.

Then, a small footstep echoed from within the blazing inferno. Then another. And another. The billowing firestorm finally parted as Alexia Von Zynx walked out of the flames.

Her hair was singed from the side, the tips still smouldering, and the collar area of her combat vest had been charred black. There was a nasty patch of reddened skin climbing the side of her neck where the heat had kissed her directly.

She wasn’t alone.

She was holding out a boy by the nape in front of her. It was the first Cadet that had attacked her, the one with the bone armor. Only now his bone armor was cracked and blackened, most of it reduced to brittle fragments from the explosion.

Littered with third-degree burns and barely conscious, the boy’s body hung limply in Alexia’s grip like a discarded ragdoll, his feet dangling over the bubbling, molten earth.

“I can see why Samael likes using you lot as meat shields. It’s efficient,” Alexia said while casually tossing the unconscious boy aside, then started giggling as though she had just made the funniest joke ever.

If she had the decency to at least sound a little tired or coarse or even remotely inconvenienced, the others might have been able to convince themselves that their attack had done something.

But she didn’t.

If anything, she looked amused.

Then she blurred forward and ploughed through their formation. The first Supporter barely had time to widen his eyes before Alexia appeared directly in front of him.

“Wait—” he tried.

Her palm struck his chest and threw him back several meters. Two Cadets nearby — a young man and woman who looked like they were siblings — tried to intercept her before she could tear them apart any more than she already had.

One raised a wall of layered stone while the other cast a spell that made thorny vines erupt from the ground under her, twisting around the blind girl’s legs like living chains.

Nothing was enough.

She wrenched the vines apart and shattered the stone wall with her warhammer.

Two Sentries tried to trap her inside a barrier and an earthen dome from a safe distance, so she answered by striking the ground with her weapon.

The violent tremor resulted in an earthquake that disrupted the two spells, breaking the barrier structure and collapsing the dome.

Then those Sentries fell.

“Is this everything you all got?!” she roared out another laugh, sweeping a Cadet’s footing from under him before battering the side of his skull with the flat of her hammer. “Give me everything— Huh?”

Suddenly, the world tilted. Gravity itself seemed to twist sideways. Alexia felt dizzy, disoriented, and nauseated altogether.

Her boots, which had been anchored so firmly into the ground, slipped as her sense of balance was completely dismantled.

She tried to plant her feet, but up was down, and left was forward.

A spatial disruption? No…

Most likely some kind of directional perception hex.

“Now! Keep the pressure on her!” a sharp, clear voice barked from… from somewhere around her. She couldn’t tell anymore.

Six more Brawlers charged her. It should’ve been easy to take her down in this state, but the short girl switched her fighting style on the go.

She started moving like she was drunk. Instead of fighting the vertigo, Alexia leaned into the illusion.

She let her momentum carry her toward the dirt, spinning on her heel like a topsy-turvy pendulum.

The first Brawler swung a broadsword at her throat. He expected a pinned target.

Instead, the girl’s head dipped under the blade by a millimeter, her body slumping as if she were a puppet with severed strings.

The Brawler stumbled past, overcommitted. Alexia’s elbow darted upward like a striking viper.

CRACK!

The blow caught him directly under the ribcage, driving the air out of his lungs. He hadn’t even finished falling before she used his collapsing shoulder as a springboard, vaulting off him.

“What is she doing?!” a girl yelled, panic bleeding into her command. “Her balance is destroyed! Hit her!”

Two more Brawlers tried to close the gap, synchronization completely abandoned. One lunged low. The other went high.

Alexia let the head of her massive warhammer drag along the ground. With a slurring laugh, she then whipped her hips around.

The low-striking Brawler tried to abort his dive, but the hammer hit him full in the chest.

His armor caved in, metallic splinters raining everywhere, and he went skidding backward into the treeline like a skipped stone.

The high-striking attacker fared no better.

Alexia, still moving with the unpredictable grace of a drunkard, stumbled to let gravity drag her backward.

She fell under his overhand swing, caught herself with one hand on the muddy ground, and kicked both boots upward into his sternum.

The blow launched him straight into the air, where a shadowy blur dropped from the canopy to catch his limp form before he could break his neck on the descent.

“What the fuck?! What the fuck?! Stop her!”

“I can’t! Someone bind her! I can’t find an opening!”

“Cover me— Gaaah!”

The frontline of the Rook Sector had turned into a slaughterhouse.

Alexia scanned the battlefield, as hard as it was, and found a Cadet who hadn’t left his focus on her for even a second through all this chaos.

That had to be the one maintaining this hex on her.

“Found you,” she whispered and summoned Card. A glowing lasso appeared in her free hand. Aiming was difficult. The world was still spinning on an axis that didn’t exist.

She missed the first time.

“Ahh! She has marked me! Protect me!” her target shouted as the rope lashed past him, missing his torso by a wide margin and shearing through the trunk of a thick tree behind him instead.

Alexia reacted quickly.

She pressed for footing, ignoring the nausea turning her stomach inside out, and snapped the glowing lasso back with the full, unbridled force her tipsy posture could muster.

The glowing rope caught the Cadet by his ankle just as he turned to sprint into the dense treeline.

Before he could even register the sharp yank around his leg, Alexia hauled back with her entire body.

The boy was hauled backward, screaming as he flew across the dirt like a hooked fish before his head crashed squarely into the heavy metal head of his tormenter’s warhammer.

He was eliminated right away. With him gone, the perception hex dissolved as well.

Alexia breathed a sigh of relief as the world aligned itself. That momentary respite, however, was something she paid dearly for the very next second.

Because she couldn’t actually see, Alexia needed to keep moving at all times so as not to become a sitting duck. If they managed to grab hold of her feet without her being ready for it, they could chain attacks.

And right now, she had stopped.

By the time she realized a set of dark chains had been wrapped around her entire lower half, it was far too late to do anything about the spiked mace that was barreling toward her skull.

Though she lifted her warhammer to avoid any serious damage, the attack still connected with enough power to clatter her own weapon back into her face.

The impact reverberated in her arms, her grip nearly came loose, before the dark chains under her broke and she was flung across the battlefield.

She hit the ground shoulder-first and rolled several times before finally stopping against a patch of scorched earth.

For a moment, everything was silent. Her ears were ringing. Then Alexia coughed. “Oww…”

“Lady Alexia,” three of her own Sentries and Brawlers came running, leaving their own fights to form a protective circle around her. “Are you alright?!”

“Can you stand?”

“Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” she waved them off, coughing again before rising to her feet. Her legs were shaking. For some reason, she suddenly felt very weak… as if half her entire strength had been stripped away. Swallowing, she gave her command. “Most of the Brawlers have been eliminated already. Deal with the Supporters and Casters. Do not let them mark me. I’ll take down this Sector’s commander in the meantime.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

The three Cadets scattered immediately.

Alexia spat a bit of blood, cracked her neck, and looked dead ahead.

There, from far in front of her, a tall young man was approaching. Spiked mace in his hand that was dripping fresh blood, smug confidence on his face, and not a speck of fear in his dark eyes.

Angular face and sharp features, his rusty red hair whipped wildly in the heated wind as he let on a charming smile.

Kaelron Vire had joined the battle.