Vilince

I always admired the powerful heroes that protect the innocents against the crazy strong monsters that terrorize our world. One day, I will gain a high level ability and become one of those heroes I admire. Is what I expected, but what can I do with my level one ability?! No matter, with hard work and perseverance, I will surpass this crappy level system and become a hero!

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Many thanks to a friend who made my cover! See more of her works at @soupersquid on Instagram!

Level One Isn't Weak!

Smoke covered the field, leaving Askyros enshrouded in darkness.


Left, right, behind, and forward. All directions had his vision impaired enough for him to not even see his hands.


A strange whistling sound flew by Askyros, followed by a sharp pain by his right thigh.


A cut had appeared on his right leg, just as Coredant had said.


Askyros attempted to dodge it as the noise came by once again, but he still felt the edge of a blade slice a part of his arm.


Coredant continued his attack, but Askyros was ready. Listening to the whistling noise, Askyros lifted his hand in time to avoid the invisible blade.


Repeating the same method, Askyros avoided an invisible blade near his leg.


The sequence continued over and over. Askyros had found how to dodge all of Coredant's attacks.


Askyros prepared against the attack, but he felt something was a bit strange. He dodged a slash to the neck, but then he heard it.


A second whistle came forth, slicing his cheek.


Coredant's movements changed. Naming a part to strike, but then attacking another location. It was throwing Askyros off.


The wounds piled up over time, eventually leading to a bloody mess.


Askyros went silent. Standing still, he awaited the blade.


The sound of something cutting through the air came close, and he felt something pierce his stomach.


Askyros clenched his stomach as hard as he could. He could feel the object trying to leave his gut, but Askyros would not allow it.


Reacting quickly, Coredant released his grip over the knife.


He grasped at the air, feeling something solid through the darkness.


Askyros pulled Coredant closer, allowing a barely visible view of his face.


Coredant tried to release Askyros' grip, but it was like trying to move a boulder. Askyros was not going to let go of Coredant's arm after all the wounds he just received.


Seeing as how he was caught, Coredant attempted to turn himself into smoke once again.


Askyros felt his grip lessening, causing him to immediately realize Coredant's tricks.


"...Effice ut statur, Freeze." [Askyros]


Ice grew out of his fingertips, wrapping around Coredant's arm.


Flicking out another dagger, Coredant aimed it at Askyros' arm.


Reacting quickly, Askyros blocked Coredant's slash.


The ground beneath them gave way, causing the two to sink into mud.


He looked at Askyros with a fearful expression, and it was returned with an unamused one.


"You shouldn't have proposed a monomachia." [Askyros]


"...And why shouldn't I have?" [Coredant]


Yanking out the dagger lodged in his gut, Askyros pointed it at Coredant.


A Dog's Death