Part Two

شكرًا على مشاركتك للفصل الثاني. إليك ترجمته إلى الإنجليزية بأسلوب أدبي واحترافي يناسب رواية خيالية متقنة:

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Everyone fled in terror from the magical blast, believing it to be the end. But Muhammad channeled all his spiritual energy into his sword and unleashed a powerful strike at the fireball.

His spiritual slash devoured the flames and redirected them back toward the Lich, burning it and knocking it from the sky. Muhammad rushed forward and demanded,

"How did you use magic? Tell me before you die."

The Lich sneered, "Damn humans!"—then self-destructed.

Muhammad leapt back just in time to avoid the blast.

The Lich preferred destroying himself to helping a human.

After the battle ended, John and James hurried over to Muhammad and asked,

"Is the eastern side safe?"

Muhammad replied calmly, "Yes, it's safe."

James asked, "Were you the one who protected it?"

Muhammad chuckled, "Why would I protect anyone?"

But deep down, he thought,

"If Fern and Isabelle weren't in the eastern sector, I wouldn't have lifted a finger. I hate meddling in matters that don't benefit me."

James asked, "Who are you? What's your name?"

After a moment of thought, Muhammad answered,

"My name is... the Stranger."

He thought to himself,

"This name fits me. I don't want anyone uncovering my identity or future plans during missions."

James squinted. "Is that really your name?"

Muhammad nodded, "Yes. And don't tell anyone what happened here. Unless you'd like to lose your life... or your knights'."

James quickly swore, "No, I won't say a word. I'm just grateful you helped us."

Muhammad vanished from the battlefield and returned to the inn. Standing at the door of the room, he asked,

"Are you awake or asleep?"

No one answered. He realized they were fast asleep. He removed his mask and cloak swiftly and entered the room.

Looking at Isabelle and Fern, he whispered,

"What lovely children. I'm glad I saved them."

Before falling asleep, Isabelle found herself replaying Muhammad's words—especially:

"Because you've suffered... just like I did."

Her curiosity about his past grew, but she refrained from asking. His expression always darkened when the past was mentioned.

As Muhammad closed his eyes, he reflected on the battle:

"If I hadn't used my spiritual power, I would've lost. And if my father hadn't given me his spirit sword, Lich would've shattered mine. We would've been doomed."

"I'm still weak. I need more training—and I must learn magic. Right now, I can take on enemies a rank or two above me. But if I face a C-rank fighter at phase three, I'm in trouble."

"I need to strengthen my magic and unlock my dark magic potential. But I'll need a proper dark magic mentor to break the seal and begin training me."

"I have to work hard, move cautiously, and avoid drawing attention like today. I'll search for a magic academy and enroll—for protection first, and rapid power growth second."

"I'll register Isabelle and Fern with me. Once they're in school, I'll have peace of mind while going on missions or training in secret. They'll be safe."

"And I need to start planning how to reclaim their duchy from their uncle. Damn... so many unresolved problems. But it's fine. I'll solve them one at a time, no rushing—as long as I stay in the shadows, I'll be fine."

"One last issue—hiding Isabelle and Fern's identities. Their uncle will definitely begin hunting them down once he realizes they escaped with me."

"Ugh. First day in this world, and I'm already swamped with problems."

"I still have nine gold coins. That's enough to survive for a few days. Tomorrow, we'll go to the best academy in the kingdom to enroll. But there's still the money issue..."

"No matter—I'll join the mercenary guild or take on protection jobs. Maybe even join the royal knights, if I can."

After a long, exhausting night of battle, Muhammad finally drifted into sleep. This was his first day in this world since he was a child.

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While Muhammad slept, the knights were inspecting the aftermath of the battle—the destroyed homes, the signs of struggle. James muttered,

"Wasn't tonight just insane? We took down fifty beasts and the Lich... thanks to that masked guy. He was amazing."

John replied,

"Yeah, you're right. If I hadn't seen it myself, I wouldn't have believed it in a thousand years. I've never witnessed swordsmanship like that—it was beautiful. I'm excited to see what the future holds for him. With talent like that, he'll shake the world."

James nodded. "You're right. Let's check on the eastern side. Lucky for them, they weren't attacked. I still don't understand why the beasts targeted only the west."

John frowned, "Strange indeed. Let's go take a look at the east."

As they neared the village inn, they stumbled upon a shocking sight. Decapitated monsters, fifty corpses, blood everywhere... But the most terrifying detail? Each wound was made by a master swordsman—clean, precise, terrifying strikes. Severed heads, carved with surgical perfection.

John and James were struck by both awe and dread.

"Could the masked man have done this too?" John asked.

James shook his head, "I don't think so... he was with us during the battle. But it does seem likely. We'll know more when morning comes."

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In the pitch-black sky, one star gleamed brighter than any other. From the far west of the world... to the underworld... to the Sky Palace... to the domain of legendary beasts—everyone noticed the radiant star. And all spoke the same words:

"It seems... the time has come. A new era begins. Let's hope it's an exciting one."

In a forest far away, a mysterious man looked up at the shining star and murmured:

"Hah... seems the time has come. I hope this one is a blessing to humanity, not a curse. The birth of a new hero... I can't wait to see him with my own eyes؟