Re:write The Authors Transmigration-Chapter 278: Absolute certainty [2]

"Finally they’re all gone," As the onslaught of the angelic freaks resumed the ground wells up and burst as two individuals descended to the surface

"Morris! Morris, where are you? Baby!!!" Memory Rachel casually calls for her lover but she is only greeted by Diabolus’s cold restricting grasp

"Please remain near me at all costs–" As for Morris’s orders he’s incapable of harming her leaving him no choice but to permit her to yank his body to meet her gaze

Anger, confusion, and most of all worries linger in her eyes, she tugged harder, and harder waiting for an answer. "Where is he...? Where is he? You bastard... bring him back! I don’t know jackshit but bring him back. Bring Morris back!!!"

Diabolus gazed at the blank sky above where he sighed deeply whilst he kept getting yanked. The sky couldn’t be any more common, but he found peace in those clouds, it was the calmest thing he saw. He looked deeper, breath softer, closed his eyes, and ignored the thrashing sensation of memory Rachel

(I’m done with my life...)

...

At Christoper Morris’s side

"Thunderous spear..." He creates the weapon he envisioned and his current form manifests the weapon within his palm

[System: Unique ability <[Remembrance]> has been triggered!!!

Remembrance: Applying battle experience from the chosen weapon... spear arts being applied

Outcome: Bodily movements will be naturally adjusted, stances will be automated, and senses sharpened!]

’I would like it if I could use my dagger but the situation is too uncalled for, I’ll be defenseless in the long run. A shield and a sword are balanced for both offense and defense but what I need is to mow these waves. Too much offense can kill me so spear it is, both wide and short, a weapon that perfectly solves my problem,’

[System: Manifestation of thunder is affecting a certain stat in this state you’re speed is identical to the speed of light]

"Here I go!!!" He descends from the skies and lands violently to a phantom slaying the poor thing then he does a coin flip

[Gambling: The player wants to do a follow-up attack. Due to Gambling being active, your fate is decided by a coin flip. Your enemies are fixed in place

The player Christoper Morris betted 78 Greed coins, 251 Demonic coins, and 1,401 Lucky coins!!!

Outcome: 71% of the coins were found to be the player’s chosen side: Tails! The fate scenario is being added in contrast to the winning side. The player’s shocking entrance frightened the monsters rendering them immobile out of fear]

"Add everything else to mana..." His stats went higher and now they reached the digits of five and his form grew in comparison to his stats ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"Profound spear arts... Dragonic whirl," A single turn manages to wipe hundreds in seconds but the more he killed he saw the skies breaking once more

’There’s a limit of how many stats I can convert to coins... and even then it wouldn’t be enough. But Gambling can double these coins, even going as far as bypassing that limit, it’s because of that reason... that this skill is undoubtedly called greed since the payoff in Gambling is where the money’s at,’

[System: 900 hundred waves have descended amongst them, Angels, Principalities, and Dominion appear]

The more he kills unknown forces of the divine descend to fulfill their ultimate goal of ending the absolute darkness. He tightly held to his spear, swung, thrust, and threw, and exhaustion was but an illusion to his current form. Becoming the incarnation of Thunder, having no body, becoming lightning itself he came to be an unstoppable force

"This is too much... if it were anyone else then they might have died. But even thousands aren’t enough," The power of corruption seeps into his current form, and the oh-so-radiant glow vanishes, and only darkness remains

[System: Due to your temporary title: <[Demon King]> all skills related to the use of Darkness are multiplied by 10

Sealed demonic eye: You’ve called upon the power of Pedrunai the precise piercer! All your attacks will have the status effect of absolute precision. Their accuracy, speed, and overall damage will be increased, and striking a vital area will cause a rupture

Rupture: Deals follow-up damage equal to 45% of the attack that’ll spread through the entirety of the target’s body

Outcome: Due to the unique title; <[Demon King]> the effects of the sealed demonic eye’s current ability is boosted]

He wasn’t alone he called for his clones to the limitation of his Mirage then all went through a similar stance. "Pierce through them all!!!"

Thousands grew to tens of thousands as they began to mull away wave after wave after wave of the angelic forces. A myriad of angelic freaks came for his head but not one was successful in even grazing his flesh as he remained in his form. He created mountains of corpses and rivers of golden blood oozing from the angels who sought after his very life

[System: You’ve finally cleared waves 3 & 8, the rest of wave 9 will be descending shortly you can rest in the meantime]

His body was practically returning to its physical form where the exception was his arms and legs. Christoper’s eyes shook as he began to feel the exhaustion and the backlash of prolonged usage of his skill. The loss of his applied stats made him even more vulnerable as he began to slowly be consumed by his need for rest

’Fuck... is this how druggies feel when they’re no longer high? I feel like I’ve been sucked dry, and not in a good way. This might be equivalent to a third-rate succubus bending a knee to give you the blow of your life, but she’s inexperienced. She only knows how to suck your weenie dry but never knows how to please her victim, making the experience much much worse,’

[Did you say all of that knowing that we’re still here? Also, you need to wash your mouth. Why are you so vulgar?]

’Sorry if I offended you, great benefactor, Sage wanted the best of the best in terms of magic, not a holy spirit,’

[He’s right you know. Since I wanted the best and only the best I didn’t care whether their good or bad. They’re free as long as they are talented]

’That’s the reason why he doesn’t meddle with my everyday life. But he does remind me when it’s time to train. You could say he’s no different from a daily workout reminder,’

[Workout reminder? Ggggrrhh... take that back! Don’t you know the magnificence of my existence? Even many kneel before me]

"Psssh... I wish–" An explosion ensued and all his senses even in his fatigue moved no matter how painful his survival instinct reacted

’Isn’t this a little too fast? Just a moment ago it said it’ll take a while for the remaining forces. Just why...?’

[Morris!!!]

His body was too drained but his eyes... it saw a rather horrific existence speeding its way to claim his neck. He activates his agility card which he left unused in the duration of his manifested form it was enough for him to evade. Unlike all the angelic freaks he ever faced this was second in power to the arch angels the very messengers of gods

"No freaking way..." He was bewildered by what stood before him as if it was a sign by the grim reaper of his untimely demise

[System: The floor master trades the hundreds of angelic creatures in exchange for the almighty Seraphim]

Three levels to rank these foul-feathered divine entities known as the triad with their ranking depicting not strength but duty. The third was those to interact and watch over humanity, the second was to prioritize the will of the divine. Lastly the first triad, they were the closest to gods, though they never faced battles in terms of strength...

’Their second to the arch angels... although I the arch angels are messengers they also titled as the God’s will. What they do and what they speak of is the will of the gods and that reason alone made them the exception. Sure they’re within the third triad, but them being the tongue of god... that’s more than enough to command a Seraph who adores and praises the gods like no other,’

[Oh fuck!]

[Sage?]

[God fucking, piece of shit, son of a bitch, god freaking damn it why me!!? What did I do wrong to have a tragedy befall me???]

"Hey, could ya shut your mouth? You ain’t the one dying here? And let me fucking focus on this fight!!!"

He wasn’t given even a single second to relax for thousands of divine weaponry descended and aimed for his life. Christoper was in no condition to fight and without Diabolus, he couldn’t bear to endure the mind-shattering pain. Even with the speed enhancement card he bought, he begins to slow down having not bear the burden that befell his own

"Fuck!!!" The Seraph rushed forth and drove a blade aiming for his chest his weapon broke and he managed to catch the sword

"Seriously... aren’t you a little too gullible?"

The skies turned red but it never once cracked he saw a gigantic black door in the Seraph’s back. It slightly opens then multiple shadows pass through that barrow opening and what came after was unexpected. One of the shadows kicked the Seraph away with tremendous force along with a voice he heard before

"That voice, wavy hair, calm expression... aren’t you? No way... you really are! My Edge lord persona, Spell Theif!!!"

Spell Thief replied whilst the others dealt with the Seraph, and above all the obligation he has, he left them all to reply. "Edge lord? You mother fucker! I am your personality created based on your survival instincts. I regret saving a fucker like you,"