Dragon doesn't hesitate. Magic circles flare to life around Lux, hovering in the air like glowing glyphs. In an instant, they ignite, unleashing a volley of blazing fireballs.
'It's like bullets.' He thinks to himself.
He knows because after a multitude of fights with guns and even being shot by most, his eyes gradually adjusted and adapted. Now, before it hits him, it slows down substantially, making it easier to avoid. Though it ranges for different guns.
'It all focuses on the altitude it's going at, the focus it comes out at, and the recoil. Since each gun has its own recoil pattern...'
He ducks the first blow, the floor exploding, coming into contact with it.
'...each fireball must have a rhythm matching at least one gun's altitude, focus, and recoil, and I know them all. It's just a matter of which.'
He leaps over just as it nears his legs, not at the chest he had determined before. A smile spreads across his cheeks as he figures it out.
'An M4/AR-15 pattern.' He grins, moving forward at the max speed of his newly formed body.
"I'm going to kill you!!!" Dragon shouts as more magic circles form overhead.
'It's milder upward movement!'
He let the rush, the feeling, the adrenaline coursing through his body as he moved closer, go. He holds nothing back as he maneuvers around each of the fireballs, only receiving gazes that singe his shirt.
'The slightly off-aimed shots, which become larger and larger because of the shifting of the magic circles each time he shoots out a fireball!!'
"Stop moving! You mutt!" Another round sparks to life above the head.
"Yeah, definitely an M4!" He mumbles as he charges ahead.
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"Are we for certain this is the weakest academy student?" Someone from the shadows questions another as they look at the unfolding battle.
"It is." They reply calmly. "Though he seems quiet, more formidable this time around. I wonder why."
"Though that doesn't matter." A third one replies, joining their side. "I don't see the outcome of victory as his future. Not this time around."
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Reaching close enough, he sweeps at Dragan's face, fist clenched.
"Shit!" Pulling back, he leaps up into the air, fright appearing for seconds again but leaving as he lands back. "Close one, but you won't get that chance again!"
'He can recover his emotions quickly.' Lux notices.
"Really? Well, let's see then!" He says back, dashes forward, but then dread halts him in his pursuit.
He knows this feeling, one that his body would feel only at times when he felt his life was truly in danger, which stopped him from ending up dead. Many times before.
'There it is.' He glanced around, looking for the thing that caused that feeling. 'A spell? Someone? Something?'
"Above!" Some screeches, and his head tilts up; his face lights up as the mouth of a dragon formed of fire opens wide.
"Fuck." Shifting his weight, he turns away from Dragan and sprints away.
"No luck! Once it caught sight of its target." The fire Dragan doesn't smash into the floor but redirects, heading towards him, burning the floor under it. "It doesn't leave it alone until it hits."
'Not what I was expecting on my first day appearing in this world. An old man needs a little help here!' He pleads to the system, seeing the end of the magical barrier coming closer, and since he entered into a duel, he can't leave until he passes out or yields.
<<<...System synchronization almost over…>>>
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"Did you need to activate your magic to see that?" They ask the third person to their side.
"I don't need to activate my magic to see the inevitable. You see. Dragan is a 5th circle magic user, one of the best their year has to offer; his power far exceeds his." The same person in the shadows retorts to the others. "Though he is only a 1st circle magic user. It will never work out in his favor."
"Well, remember, sometimes events don't go as we hope they do." The shadow remarks.
"True." The third takes note of their worries. "But I know he won't." Her eyes pulse with purple against the dark.
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'Well, I'd better brace myself for the pain soon to follow…' He accepts his fate but then pauses. 'Since when do I give up? Is this teenage brain getting me? I am Zenji, a world-class retired hitman, sent to kill my arch nemesis'.
He reaches the barrier, turning around to face the hurling fiery dragon.
[Schynization finished!]
[The system is now completely embedded into the host's soul and body.]
[Magic activated!]
[Creation!]
<<<...Casting…>>>
A blue orb forms at the tips of his fingers as energy seeps into his body, then it shifts into a magic circle.
[To create something, you must visualize all the aspects of the creation. Outline it like a blueprint in your mind.]
'What I want.' He thinks to himself, 'All I want right now is a gun.'
His mind floods with the blueprint of a gun, the clearest image he can recall. A translucent blue outline materializes in his grasp, piecing itself together. As he mentally reconstructs the weapon, he studies every mechanism, every moving part, filling the gaps with knowledge gleaned from countless fragments of memory
"That's it." He grumbles out as it approaches, mere feet away from his body, and he can already feel the heat licking away at his skin.
"Now. You're dead." The gun finishes materializing. He pulls the trigger.
However, instead of bullets, a burst of condensed blue energy erupts from the barrel, slamming into the dragon and detonating on impact in a brilliant, thunderous explosion.
BOOM!!
Covering his face, the blast rumbles through the air, eyes widening in shock upon seeing it.
[Conradulations! First creation has been created!]
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[Creation]
Name:
Creation: Pistol
Qualities: Energy condensation
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"I did it." He breathes, stumbling back onto his knees; the pistol evaporates into thin air as his body becomes heavier than before.
"You end here!" Though momentarily stunned, Dragan surges forward, a magic circle igniting above Lux's head as he charges straight at him.
'Yeah… It's about time I give up.' He taps the floor twice. "I yield…" The barrier crumbles and the magic circle cracks, then shatters like glass.
Cheers break out for Dragan while he remains on the floor panting for breath. Dragan walks up confident as ever.
"See. High-standing, powerful nobles like myself will always be the winners." He lifts his feet and stomps on Lux's shoulder, pressing down on it. "You lower-class rats will always be at our feet."
"Wow…" He mumbles his vanish, becoming more blurry. "You brats are far beyond saving…" He finishes before everything turns black.