Who're You Calling Old Hag!??

Chapter 281 - Who're You Calling Old Hag!??

The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception allowed Mahiro to see a creature's "lines/point of death." 

By cutting these lines, he could kill anything instantly, regardless of the injury's apparent severity.

Explaining those lines to the Loki Familia, however, seemed like a hassle—they'd likely struggle to grasp it. 

So Mahiro only briefly described how these eyes aided him in battle, keeping the details vague.

Even that was enough to stun them.

"That skill's a bit broken," Gareth said, his usual calm giving way to awe.

For adventurers, a power like that—effective against monsters or rivals—offered a massive edge. 

Having witnessed Mahiro's single attack fell Udaeus, they understood its potency firsthand.

"Mahiro, what about those crossed eyes you used earlier?" Tiona asked, curiosity sparkling in her gaze.

If Mahiro hadn't shared about his skills, she wouldn't have pried. 

But since he was open, she couldn't resist.

"These?" Mahiro's eyes shifted, flaring into crosses etched with mysterious runes.

"Yes, those!" Tiona nodded eagerly.

Ais stared at Mahiro's eyes, her usual stoicism softened by fascination.

"Mystic Eyes of Distortion," Mahiro said with a smile. 

"You've probably guessed what they do."

Unlike the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, their effect was easier to deduce.

Finn's shock deepened. "It can't be…"

"Magic-specific," Mahiro confirmed. 

"They nullify or devour magic."

Finn and the others had suspected as much, having seen Mahiro use these eyes twice against magic. 

Each time, the spell vanished before it could touch him.

As first-class adventurers, they'd pieced it together. 

But hearing Mahiro confirm it—they nullified or devoured magic—made them catch their breath.

Magic was an adventurer's dream. 

Even a fireball could drive them wild, its power enough to bridge level gaps. 

Take Lefiya: a Level 3 whose spells could threaten first-class foes.

Yet against Mahiro, that magic was useless.

"No weaknesses," Finn muttered, almost to himself.

Mahiro's melee prowess was terrifying, paired with his broken skills. 

Now, magic couldn't touch him either. 

It was baffling.

"Riveria, did you get it?" Tiona teased, elbowing Riveria with a grin.

"What's that got to do with me?" Riveria snapped, frowning. 

She opened her mouth to retort but froze mid-sentence.

Her expression shifted, a mix of realization and unease.

"Oh, it's got everything to do with you!" Tiona said, her excitement growing.

Riveria's composure cracked further at Tiona's prodding. 

Mahiro slaying Udaeus—had already rattled her, and now this?

Skills that negated magic were a nightmare for elves. 

Their race, gifted with magical talent, produced mages almost exclusively, a point of pride envied by others.

But against Mahiro, that talent was a liability. 

His skills rendered their spells powerless.

Sure, some elves trained as warriors, but could they match Udaeus? 

Mahiro had killed that Monster Rex in one strike. 

No elf's fragile frame could withstand that.

If Mahiro ever faced the elven race, who could stop him?

"What's with Riveria?" Finn asked.

"Why's Tiona's words hitting her so hard?" Gareth added.

They'd known Riveria longest, yet her rattled expression was new.

"Riveria's getting married!" Tiona declared, smirking.

Riveria's face darkened. "Tiona, you—"

Finn blinked. "Is that true?"

Gareth scratched his head. 

"Never heard her mention…"

Even Bete, sulking nearby, spun around, staring at Riveria in disbelief. "Who'd be crazy enough to marry an old hag like her?"

"Who're you calling old hag?!" Riveria roared, her patience snapping. 

She gripped her staff and swung it hard at Bete's head.

"What was that for?!" Bete snarled, rubbing the spot.

"Who're you calling old hag?!" Riveria shot back, her glare volcanic.

Despite her usual calm, when it came to her age, Riveria's temper flared.

"You're practically an old hag!" Bete said, undeterred. 

"What else should I call you other than that?"

"By elven lifespan, I'm barely an adult!" Riveria snapped, her delicate features twisting. 

"Stop it!"

"You're an old hag and you know it," Bete muttered, shrinking under her aura but still defiant.

Riveria's expression turned thunderous. 

"Finn, you're right."

"Disobedient members need discipline, or they'll tarnish the Loki Familia's name."

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