Chapter 113: The Immortal Extra
Chapter 113: Chapter 113: The Immortal Extra
Chapter 113: The Immortal Extra
[Global Timer: 00:31]
The Apex Chimera lunged.
It moved with the terrifying, blinding speed of an Iron-Wolf. Its massive steel claws tore through the air, aiming directly for Draven’s chest.
SWOOSH!
Draven merely tilted his head. The massive claws missed his face by an inch.
CRASH!
The beast slammed into the metallic wall behind him, denting the solid steel. Draven kept his hands at his sides, stepping lightly backward.
"Is that all the Capital could program?" Draven mocked softly, a cold smile forming on his lips.
"You are too slow. Your center of gravity is completely unbalanced. They need to do a better job at these things. This is turning out to be pretty boring! Like make something stronger! The people in the Capital have grown too soft as it has been a long time since the last Beast Wave hit the Bastion 1. Compared to the monsters that were present in the Beast Wave, this is absolute garbage!"
The Chimera roared in fury. It spun around, its optical sensors glowing a violent red. It whipped its gargantuan bladed tail through the air. The strike was completely silent, masked by the beast’s cloaking runes.
Draven saw the kinetic displacement of the air. He could have easily dodged it.
Instead, he simply raised his left forearm.
SLASH!
The bladed tail carved directly into Draven’s arm. Blood splattered across the shiny metallic floor. The blade cut halfway through his flesh, stopping only when it violently scraped against his radius bone.
Draven stumbled back, clutching his bleeding arm.
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High above the Capital, the VIP lounge erupted into vicious, bloodthirsty cheers.
"Yes!" the scarred Elder screamed, slamming his fists onto the table.
"The beast got him! He is bleeding out!"
"Let him die!" the jewel-draped noblewoman laughed wildly, raising her wine glass in a sick toast.
"Let this arrogant peasant bleed to death in the simulation! The neural shock will put him in a coma! This is what Helion Goldmane gets for daring to challenge Bastion One!"
Their disgusting reality was on full display. They did not care about humanity. They only cared about their own political pride. They eagerly prayed for the death of a teenager just to protect their fragile egos.
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[Global Timer: 00:35]
Back in the Boss Room, Draven looked down at his deeply severed arm. Warm blood soaked his white shirt. The pain receptors in the simulation fed the agonizing, burning sensation directly into his brain.
Draven did not scream. He just smiled.
’The pain is quite real! Well, let’s check if my healing ability works in this simulation as well.’
The Chimera lunged again, snapping its massive steel jaws.
Draven leaped backward, flipping elegantly through the air. As he dodged, he activated his SS-Rank Cellular Suture.
He looked at his wound with his Microscopic Perception. The healing process was breathtaking. At the cellular level, invisible kinetic vectors forcibly grabbed his torn tissues.
The microscopic cells rapidly divided and forcefully pulled themselves back together. Severed veins reconnected in a fraction of a millisecond. Torn muscle fibers wove together like microscopic threads.
By the time Draven landed gracefully on his feet, the massive wound was completely gone. Not even a scar remained. He wiped the excess blood off his unbroken skin.
’Flawless,’ Draven thought.
’I am technically immortal if I have enough mana. This is completely broken, but this also prepares me for the next Hidden Legacy present near the Capital Lands.’
The Apex Chimera circled him, confused by the sudden disappearance of its target’s injury. It prepared to launch another sonic roar.
Draven sighed. He rolled his shoulder.
"I have all the data I need," Draven said coldly. "And I am officially bored with you."
Draven stopped holding back. He tapped into his massive, terrifying reserves of pure mana. A suffocating, crushing aura exploded from his body. The air in the Boss Room instantly grew heavy.
The Chimera’s optical sensors flashed in warning. Its protective magical barrier flared to life, trying to repel the incoming energy.
It was useless. Draven’s mana reserves were deeper than an ocean. He violently overwhelmed the mechanical beast’s anti-magic shield, completely shattering the runes across its body.
Draven raised his hand and slammed his palm downward.
BOOM!
A gargantuan vertical vector crashed onto the Chimera. The thirty-foot beast was absolutely crushed to the ground. The floor beneath it buckled and caved in.
Draven clenched his fist tightly.
He manipulated the vectors from every single direction. Up, down, left, right, forward, and backward. He applied a million tons of localized kinetic pressure directly onto the beast.
SCREECH! CRUNCH!
The sounds of twisting steel and exploding mechanical cores echoed through the dome. The massive beast was violently compacted. Steel folded over steel. Circuits melted under the sheer atmospheric friction.
In three seconds, the thirty-foot mechanical nightmare was compressed into a dense, perfectly smooth metal marble no larger than a golf ball.
The marble dropped to the floor with a heavy THUD.
A blue screen chimed softly in Draven’s vision.
[Simulation Target Eliminated.]
Draven dismissed the screen. He walked over, picked up the incredibly heavy metal marble, and tossed it casually in the air. He caught it, slipped it into his pocket, and stepped through the final glowing portal.
[Draven Mordis Final Clear Time: 00:41]
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In the global broadcast booth, Marcus Sterling was hyperventilating.
He stared at his monitor. The timer had stopped. The simulation was over.
"Citizens..." Marcus stuttered into his microphone, his charismatic voice completely broken.
"The... the Global Midterm has concluded. The final leaderboard is locked."
Across the world, thirteen Bastions looked up at their floating screens.
Rank 1: Draven Mordis (Bastion Seven)
Rank 2: Aegon Logecheville (Bastion Seven)
Rank 3: Bram Stonehelm (Bastion Seven)
Rank 4: Estella Everdawn (Bastion Seven)
Rank 5: Lucien Vaelmont (Bastion Seven)
The crowd in the Capital waited in agonizing silence for Vaelith Starbane’s name to appear next.
But it did not.
Rank 6: Reina Frost (Bastion Seven)
Rank 7: Nyx Vespera (Bastion Seven)
Rank 8: Natalie Tokks (Bastion Seven)
Rank 9: Cole Rust (Bastion Seven)
Rank 10: Lyra Voltaire (Bastion Seven)
Rank 11: Vaelith Starbane (Bastion One)
The Vanguard Academy’s Special Class, trained under the grueling shadow of Draven Mordis, had completely swept the exam. The prodigies of Bastion One, Bastion Four, and Bastion Five were entirely erased from the Top 10.
It was a total, humiliating massacre. Bastion Seven had conquered the world.