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Chapter 761

Crack. Crack. Crack.

The sound of shattered glass filled the air, and I felt my body being propelled backward.

My consciousness slowly returned as I took in the chaos surrounding me. Cracks ran through the space, like veins coursing with energy, and in a matter of moments, the entire world shattered.

The cosmic background shattered alongside it.

I was falling, plummeting towards what looked like Ashton City. I tried to stop myself before I collided with the buildings, but I was too late. I barely managed to slow my fall and ended up crashing onto the roof of a tall building.

BANG―!

"Pfttt."

I coughed, covering my mouth as blood trickled down my fingers. The pain was overwhelming, and my body trembled with every breath.

But I knew what to do. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a vial of potion, quickly shattering it inside my mouth. The healing properties of the potion, combined with the demonic energy that was coursing down my body, sped up my recovery. The pain slowly subsided, and my injuries began to heal.

But it wasn't enough. Not nearly fast enough.

"You're still alive after that?"

Waylan's voice came from above, it sounded ancient and it came from all directions. I looked up to see him hovering in the air, not far from where I was.

I backed away, my hand instinctively reaching for my sword, but it wasn't there.

"You're just as much of a cockroach as he is..."

Waylan frowned.

"...It annoys me."

He extended his hand, and the world flipped upside down. Suddenly, Ashton City was above me, and I was falling again.

"Uh? Ah?!"

I tried to right myself, but it was no use.

Waylan pushed his palm forward, and a projection of a hand headed towards me.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

The air around it shattered like glass, and I crossed my arms to shield myself. But the palm moved too fast for me to react, and I was propelled backward once again.

"Akh!"

When I regained my bearings, Ashton City was nowhere in sight. I was standing in the middle of the sky. I tried to move, but the pain was unbearable. I felt like every bone in my body was broken.

"My ribs... and definitely my hip."

I grimaced in pain, clenching my teeth. But even as I endured the agony, my body started to heal, aided by the demonic energy that was coursing through me.

"Still alive?"

was taunting. Suddenly, he appeared behind me, and I turned to

really are a

his hand once again, and the world flipped back to normal,

I was standing in two places

and down, I saw two Ashton Cities, identical in every way. Both were above and beneath

"W...what?"

sense of direction was lost, and I

voice reverberated through my

a space I created. Within this space, I am akin to what the

me cracked, and another

somewhat prepared, and I brought my wings forward, creating a small shield in front of me. But even

"Freeze."

froze at his command. I couldn't move, couldn't even blink and what

"Huh?!"

me, his starry eyes reflecting the world I was in, and I watched as

fiercely as the two cities moved together and

"Like I said..."

repeated, his tone growing

I am akin to the Records.

pulp. But I refused to give in. I refused to let that happen... not after everything that 'he' did for me to get to

and a white glow formed around my body. It was a last ditch effort, a desperate attempt

to regain control over my body. The golden runes and

appeared in my grasp. Waylan's expression twisted in shock as I slashed forward

Swoosh!

"It's futil―"

to say, but I cut him

"Freeze."

words, my voice changed, imbued with an ancient feel to it and

froze on the spot, unable

that a chance had presented itself, I

The blade streaked past his body, slashing directly at his chest. A

"Uh?"

half-smiled. But it was a weak smile. I was too

not the only one

more. The bones of my body creaked and were engulfed by pain, but I clenched my teeth and bore

in time to see the two pointed tips of

"Haaa..haaa…."

cities stopped, and I almost fainted on the spot. But I

'…not yet.'

my tongue until I tasted iron, forcing myself to

What I used wasn't mana, but the

stare at Waylan, who was glaring at me with his hideous face, I found myself

the sight of the cut that was rapidly healing. His power was

'This is… bad.'

to myself, swallowing

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