The Transmigrated Author

Chapter 246: You And Me (4)

[Rel's POV]

Divine Infinity, Aspect of Requiem.

A legendary skill, the pinnacle of absolute authority. An ability Jan retained from his past life. The gift that restores all his attacking attributes, senses, and abilities to their peak condition.

It already sounds broken, but that's not all. The true power lies in its unparalleled foundation: the ability to understand, analyze, and evaluate all forms of combat information. This technique is automated, allowing Jan's mind to act perfectly in any situation, regardless of his emotions. His mind remains unwavering, no matter the evaluation or facts.

Essentially, it grants him near-perfect adaptability in combat. But there's a significant drawback: all his mana and stamina will be depleted once it wears off.

Of course, Jan was born with a weak, frail body. This ability essentially compensates for his physical limitations.

It all made sense in my head years ago when I wrote it.

But facing this ability now fills me with genuine fear. I don't know what I was thinking.

I was an idiot.

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[Special Ability: Clock Work Of Time [Grade 2] Has De-Activated...]

[Passive Ability: Hidden Strength [Grade 4] Has De-Activated...]

[Reason: Low Mana And Stamina Threshold.]

Divine Severance, my skill, my lord and savior...

He wasn't able to see it because he'd never experienced the ability in his automation state.

Lucky me.

CRACK...

"Shit..."

CRACKLEEE...

As the dust settled, my vision adjusted. I felt a soft breeze against my cheek. Placing a hand on my face, I realized my mask had shattered.

I was fortunate to have even tanked an attack without barely seeing Jan move his sword or hand.

That meant his speed surpassed Deadeye and my Sensory Aura. Even my instincts couldn't sense that millisecond of movement.

How scary. He managed to land a blow without even moving.

I wondered if he used that exclusive formless technique when he activated his ultimate skill.

But I had been lucky. I wasn't sure if he could see that time had slowed down, but his heightened perception allowed him to anticipate my attack and made it clear his automation knew what was happening.

If I had been a second late or even a second earlier, his body could've pulled off some reflexive main-character bullshit, and I would've died on the spot.

I was just grateful to be alive and standing.

FWANG!

[You've defeated B+ Demonic Monster: Blood Mimic (Hybrid) (1) (775 BP+)-]

That's unreal and incredibly unfair!

How could I, the author, be lacking in specific magic proficiency privileges?

Did my anti-magic really need to be nerfed?

I mean, I never really had strong elemental attributes in the first place.

All I had was water and fire, and I couldn't even utilize them properly due to my lack of proficiency.

But now that I have an overpowered attribute, the first thing this assistant tool does is nerf it?

I might as well become a background character in another world.

CRUSH!

I stomped on Balwark's skull out of spite.

"Damned Assistant tool... I'll get you for this one day." I clenched my fist in anger.

Whatever, I'm going to take some of Jan's rewards and leave.

***

The world around me is black. My head feels empty, yet light.

I don't feel any part of my body, but at the same time, I feel the wholeness of my consciousness.

Is this limbo?

The state of being in between the world of the living and the land of the dead?

I heard it was a place where those who died before Christ would wait.

But this is just a plain, black world. Almost the same kind of blackness that plagued my own existence...

If this is what true peace feels like, then I don't mind living like this forever.

But ever since... that day... I didn't know what was to come.

**

I never once thought of myself as a prodigy.

I felt misunderstood. Everything in my life always felt... wrong.

Yet, I lived past failure, guilt, and the deaths of those who sacrificed themselves for me.

A warrior, a swordsman, a hero meant to save his world from chaos.

But I was too young to understand.

Anguish, dread, and envy.

All my life, I carried these emotions until the very end. Find adventures at m v lem|p-yr

I didn't believe in a God or anything else.

As a poor child in my first life, I never knew what family was like.

I never had the luxuries of good food or the money to go out and shop.

But everything changed when the towers came.