This is what happened after Albert attacked Victor.
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[You are prohibited from using the soul of a guardian.]
[If the holder proceeds, the system will automatically give an unchangeable penalty to the holder.]
"Who cares about the rules!?
I need to do something...
Victor is killing people who don't even know why they deserve such brutality!"
He complained as he watched Victor slaughter the soldiers.
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[PENALTY: The holder has violated a rule.
The penalty will be the erasure of the most recent functions created by the holder. The holder no longer has the authority to add any functions.]
Albert didn't care, focusing only on what better spell he could create.
[Functions Deleted]
[Holder Authority Disabled]
Albert shouted in annoyance.
"Shut up!!!"
His hands shook in panic as the soldiers were nearly wiped out.
"What should I make?"
His mind raced.
He pressed his artifact directly and shouted:
"I don't care!!!
Show me the blank lines to make my spell!"
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[Soul Collection: 1]
[Create a spell manually or randomly]
He chose manually.
Victor's laughter boomed in his ears.
"I thought he was in his right mind," Albert thought.
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[Spell Name: Spell One]
[Spell Effect: External > A blast of concentrated blazing energy]
[Spell Range: Holder's Will]
[Spell Cooldown: Holder's Will]
[Spell Activation: Through chanting]
[Spell Creation Successful!]
[New Spell Created]
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"Phew..."
Afterward, he unleashed it at Victor, where he saw a woman who looked like Lessa.
"Lessa?...
No, impossible... She's dead.
Then she must be...
No time to think, I need to save her!!"
He said.
Albert's spell struck Victor's arm, dissolving both sword and flesh into tiny particles in the air.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Victor screamed in pain, kneeling on the bloody ground in front of the woman.
He then looked at Albert, smiled, and said:
"Heheh, young man...
Looks like our paths have crossed in a bad way."
Albert hurried forward, picking up his wooden spear.
"I don't know why... but I think you chose revenge to be your hope for living.
Is that right?" he asked, pointing his hand and spear to the side.
He glanced at the woman.
"She really looks like Lessa," he thought.
He stepped in front of her. She seemed unconscious from shock, just standing there, leaning on her sword.
Victor slowly rose, holding his ruined arm.
"I must... the cure!" he muttered.
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"What do you mean?" Albert asked, digging his spear into the ground.
Victor straightened with effort and raised his head.
"Young man, the poison I took from that scum hero has been rotting my immortal body," he explained, breathing heavily.
"Then... is that the reason you're killing these soldiers?" Albert asked.
"Surely, young man, yes.
But I'm sure you'll hate me if I tell you the full truth."
Victor stared darkly, speaking through the pain.
Albert didn't answer. Realization slowly sparked in his mind.
"Young man, I hope you already know about the descendants of that hero.
Yes, you know them very well.
They are your chief... and your Lessa."
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"Hahahaha!!!"
Victor laughed, seeing Albert's reaction, his clenched spear, his frown.
"Albert, stay human," Albert whispered to himself, muscles tense, ready to slice Victor's face in half.
But he didn't notice Victor charging.
"YOU'RE DEAD!!!"
Albert dodged quickly, but Victor's killing technique took hold.
Albert lost his balance, his whole body turning numb.
"What in the vast land is happening to me?!" he thought in shock, staring at the one-armed Victor.
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Albert lay on the ground, unable to move or speak.
Victor looked down at him.
"Do you know that every hero in this era uses the same technique?
Young man!!!
Have you ever wondered how I gained the title of the First Hero?
Well, long story short... I came from another world."
As he spoke, he picked up Albert's wooden spear, rubbing its surface.
"Not bad... This spear is made from a mithril tree branch the unbreakable tree.
Hmm, you must have used a strange way of carving it."
Slowly, he raised the spear above Albert.
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Albert couldn't do anything.
"Why? Why!?
The artifact is useless if I can't chant!!
I must... stand!!!"
He screamed in his mind with raw determination.
A surge of hatred rose toward Victor.
A will to stand and strike him down.
"I want to kick him!!!" he declared inside.
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"It's a shame...
You had so much potential to help me kill the guardians," Victor said as he forced his weak arm to grip the spear, aiming to stab Albert.
"I'm doomed..." Albert thought as the spear descended.
But it never reached him.
When he opened his eyes, Victor's head was sliding from his shoulders, hitting the ground.
"Huhhh!!!" Albert gasped in shock, his heart racing.
Strength returned to his body.
As Victor's corpse fell, the woman he thought unconscious stood behind him, sword in hand.
Her posture was straight, overwhelming, fearless.
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"Now what...? A girl saved me... but she has Lessa's face?"
Albert quickly stood and stepped back, spear in hand.
"Who are you?" he asked, cautious.
She didn't answer, only glared with a powerful killing intent.
Albert didn't wait. He chanted:
"Spell One!!!"
A black beam of light shot from his palms.
But to his shock, she barely dodged by tilting her head.
"Is that what you used to kill my father?" she said, head tilted, dark aura flaring, her wide eyes empty of emotion.
Albert froze, confusion mixing with guilt.
"Your father?? I killed... What?
Who are you?
Are you Lessa's twin?
No... did Lessa even have a twin?
How did I not know?" he thought, guilt flooding his heart.
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She charged at him fast, unpredictable.
"What should I do now?" Albert asked himself, paralyzed by hesitation. He couldn't push aside his emotions to fight her.
She looked exactly like Lessa. It was like a nightmare, his worst fear.
She swung her sword and sliced both of Albert's legs.
"Arghhhhhhh!!!" he screamed as blood sprayed.
She stopped, standing in front of him, sword pointed at his chest.
"Thanks to you, I have never cried again.
Albert...
My sister... She really loved you, you know that?
Yet why...?!" Tears ran down her face.
"WHY!!!!"
Her scream shattered Albert's heart.
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The pain in his legs disappeared before the deeper pain in his heart.
Albert realized she really was Lessa's twin.
He wanted to explain that he hadn't killed her by choice. But it was impossible for her to believe him.
A strange scent filled his nose, making his vision blur. His body grew heavy.
He collapsed, unconscious.
The last thing he heard was a man's voice:
"My Lady!!!
I have come to report that the most wanted wielder, the Wielder of Death has been found dead at the center of the forest.
And more importantly....."