I Become A Mob Character In A Novel
Chapter 100 - No.100 Dragon's Sin Of Wrath (4)

[Samael's Ashwood's POV]

Previously...

I thought I was truly at death's door, but then... everything changed.

'Hey brat, going somewhere?'

The voice of the Soul King rang through my head, cutting through the haze of pain. At the same time, the familiar chime of the Heavenly Destiny System followed, confirming that I wasn't imagining things.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for fulfilling the requirement to unlock: The Protagonist's Legacy]

For a brief moment, I wondered if I was hallucinating, hearing both the Soul King and the System at the same time. My body was weak, and broken, yet something inside me stirred—hope.

'Brat, want some help there?' The Soul King's voice carried a mocking tone, but there was also a hint of... reassurance.

[Ding! Opening... The Protagonist Legacy]

I felt the shift immediately. A surge of power rushed through me, not just from my own magic but something deeper—ancient, primal. The system was doing something... big.

[Please wait...]

My body started to tingle, as if my very being was being rewritten, and reshaped. The pain faded, and something far stronger, far more profound, replaced it. The Soul King's presence loomed in my mind, his chuckle reverberating through my consciousness.

'You've got a real fight ahead of you, kid. Don't let me down~'

[Congratulations, host, for acquiring: Heavenly Protagonist]

Heavenly Protagonist? What...?

Before I could process it, an overwhelming flood of energy hit me like a tidal wave. My vision blurred, and I felt as though I was being torn apart and rebuilt all at once.

This... this power was nothing like I'd ever experienced before. It wasn't just the Dragon's Heart anymore. This was... everything. Every fight, every struggle, every destiny intertwined within me.

The Protagonist's Legacy had awakened.

Suddenly, I understood. This wasn't just power—it was authority. I was no longer just a character in someone else's story. I was the story.

The ground beneath me trembled as I stood, my body healed, and my power reignited. The sorceress had thought she could defeat me, could rewrite fate. But now, fate was mine to command.

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[Present Time]

"You see," she said, her voice resonating with an unnerving echo, "You almost had me there... almost~"

She continued, "Quite the forgetful you are, aren't you? I control dark magic as well as... Time Magic~"

So all that I did was... useless?!

Even with the protagonist's legacy, I couldn't kill her...

Anger surged through my veins as the realization hit me like a cold wave. All of my effort, my newfound power, and the overwhelming surge of energy had been rendered useless. Time magic… It was an affront to the natural order, a twisted manipulation that reversed everything I had fought for.

The sorceress, now more a twisted entity of dark energy than a physical being, floated above the battlefield, her presence more menacing than ever. Her laughter echoed ominously in the air. "You really thought you had won, didn't you? Poor boy, thinking brute force would be enough."

I clenched my fists, feeling the residual power of the Heavenly Protagonist within me. My body still pulsed with strength, but there was a gnawing doubt in the back of my mind. If she could reverse time, then how could I truly defeat her?

"Time magic," I muttered, narrowing my eyes at the sorceress. "So, you're just rewinding everything. Undoing fate, over and over."

The sorceress sneered, her form flickering as her dark energy crackled. "Exactly. And as long as I control time, you can never kill me. Every time you strike me down, I'll rise again. I am eternal."

Sigh~

A rumble of discontent echoed through Samael's mind, and the Soul King's voice, tinged with irritation, reverberated through the consciousness that was now part of him.

'Brat, Let me take over this time. This bitch is getting on my nerves.'

Sigh~

'...Okay-'

I felt a strange shift in my mental landscape as the Soul King's influence surged forth, asserting dominance over the situation. My consciousness faded as Soul King took control of my body.

'Make... her... pay..."

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[Third Person's POV]

The sorceress had hovered above the battlefield, reveling in her apparent invincibility. Her dark magic twisted and danced around her like living shadows, her form shifting fluidly with each laugh that escaped her lips. The once-challenging hero had become a mere plaything in her hands, endlessly thwarted by her ability to manipulate time itself.

Her confidence was palpable, her eyes glinting with a cold, unfeeling light. But as the Soul King's presence asserted itself, the air around her grew heavy, charged with a new kind of energy. The very fabric of the battlefield seemed to react, the ground trembling under an unseen force.

A sudden shift in the atmosphere drew the sorceress's attention. Samael's body, still standing but now devoid of the boy's conscious control, began to radiate a different kind of power. It was as if a cosmic storm had been unleashed, the aura around him crackling with raw, untamed energy.

The sorceress's sneer faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. "What… what is this?"

In an instant, the Soul King's will manifested itself through Samael's body. His movements were swift and deliberate, each step calculated with an authority that spoke of millennia of knowledge and power. The shadows around him writhed, bending to his will, their dark forms coalescing into a formidable barrier against the sorceress's own dark magic.

"Well, Hello bitch~" 'Samael' said with an arrogant smile made its way onto his face.

He stood up like an unsheathed sword, but the thing that caught the sorceress's attention was the aura the 'boy' was releasing...

'W-What i-is this?! M-Majestic and R-Regal?'

The battlefield shifted under the immense pressure of the Soul King's presence. The once chaotic surroundings now seemed to fall silent, as if the very world was holding its breath in anticipation. The sorceress, who had been floating with an air of undeniable superiority, now seemed small and fragile in comparison to the overwhelming force that Samael—under the Soul King's control—now embodied.

The shadows around Samael coalesced into a swirling maelstrom of darkness and light, their tendrils weaving together to form a barrier of immense power. The sorceress's dark magic, which had once seemed impenetrable, now collided with this new force, meeting with an intensity that shattered her previous confidence. Her dark energy crackled and fizzled against the Soul King's formidable barrier.

"No… this cannot be!" the sorceress cried out, her voice trembling. Her form flickered erratically, her mastery over dark and time magic faltering as the Soul King's power dismantled her defenses.

With each step Samael—or rather, the Soul King—took, the very air grew colder, the ground cracking and splitting underfoot. His presence commanded respect, a raw, primal force that seemed to distort reality itself. The sorceress's attempts to rewind time or shield herself were met with a relentless onslaught of power that defied her manipulations.

Samael's eyes, now glowing with the Soul King's power, locked onto the sorceress with an expression of cold determination. "You think you can control fate, control time? I used to crush god king under my thumb in my teenage~ You are not even worth being an ant in front of me, now... KNEEL!"

The sorceress's arrogance shattered as the Soul King's overwhelming presence bore down upon her. The battlefield, once a chaotic storm of dark magic and shattered destinies, fell silent under the oppressive weight of the Soul King's might.

The dark magic that had twisted and danced around the sorceress now recoiled, unable to withstand the sheer force of the new power that Samael—now an instrument of the Soul King—commanded.

The shadows around Samael surged forward, their forms weaving into a colossal, pulsating shield that absorbed and neutralized the sorceress's desperate attempts to manipulate time. The dark tendrils of her magic, once formidable and menacing, now flickered and dimmed, as if bowing to a superior force.

The air crackled with an energy that seemed to distort the very essence of reality, making the sorceress's once-reliable control over time appear pitifully inadequate.

The sorceress, her confidence eroding with each passing second, struggled to maintain her composure. Her form wavered, flickering between solid and ephemeral as the Soul King's power relentlessly dismantled her defenses. She attempted to cast time-altering spells, but they were met with a barrier of darkness and light that absorbed and redirected her magic, rendering her efforts futile.

"No… this cannot be!" she shrieked, her voice tinged with panic. "How are you... How can you be so powerful?"

Samael's—no, the Soul King's—response was a chilling, almost casual tone. "It's simple. The one above- Cough* Cough* You see, I've transcended the limitations of mere mortals. I've ruled over realms, crushed gods, and commanded the very essence of fate. Time magic? It's nothing but a mere inconvenience compared to my dominion."

With a gesture, the Soul King's power surged, and the shadows around Samael thickened into a dense, inescapable vortex. The sorceress's form was drawn inexorably toward the swirling darkness, her attempts to resist proving futile against the overwhelming force.

"Do you understand now?" the Soul King's voice resonated through Samael's lips, cold and commanding. "You're but a speck in the grand scheme of things. A fleeting moment in my vast and eternal existence."

The sorceress's defiance faltered as she was engulfed by the swirling vortex. Her dark magic was absorbed and dismantled, her very essence being consumed by the force that Samael had become under the Soul King's control. Her screams of frustration and terror echoed through the battlefield, gradually fading as her power was stripped away.

As the vortex dissipated, Samael stood alone amid the remnants of the battlefield, his body still radiating the Soul King's formidable power. The ground was scorched and cracked, the once-mighty sorceress now reduced to nothingness.

The Soul King's presence withdrew slightly, though his power still lingered within Samael, enhancing his aura with an aura of dominance and authority. The familiar voice of the Soul King echoed softly in Samael's mind, carrying a hint of satisfaction.

'Well, brat, that should teach her a lesson. You've got quite a way to go, but you're on the right track. Make sure to use this power wisely.'

Samael's own consciousness began to reassert itself as the Soul King's influence receded. He felt a profound sense of relief mixed with the lingering awe of the immense power he now possessed. His body, though still bearing the marks of the earlier battle, felt rejuvenated and stronger than ever.

The once chaotic battlefield was now eerily quiet, the oppressive weight of the sorceress's dark presence lifted. Samael took a deep breath, feeling the pulse of his new strength with every inhale. He looked around, taking in the aftermath of the conflict with a newfound sense of purpose.

"Time magic," he muttered to himself, reflecting on the challenge he had just faced. "It's not something you can simply overcome with brute force. But with the right approach, even the mightiest of barriers can fall."

'Brat, I left...a gift for you. Do with it what you may, I am going back to sleep Yawn*'

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[To Be Continued]

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