When they saw Hedin's expression darken, everyone understood.
The "berserker" was most likely telling the truth.
Their executive had indeed been hiding another spell.
"Fiery Golden Eyes"… a skill capable of seeing through the magic others possessed?
Could such a miraculous ability truly exist?
The members of the Freya Familia turned pale.
Then Roy's gaze shifted toward the black-haired catman—Allen.
Even beneath the distorted silhouette, Allen could feel himself being watched.
A chill ran down his spine.
An ominous premonition rose—
And was immediately fulfilled.
"And you," Roy continued mercilessly, "what about your 'Chariot' magic? Do you look down on me?"
"Bastard!"
Allen snarled like an enraged cat, baring his teeth.
He rarely used that magic.
That detestable chant would expose his feelings toward his younger sister.
"???"
The rest of the Freya Familia were completely stunned.
Very few among them had ever seen Vice-Captain Allen use magic.
One by one, their top executives were revealing hidden trump cards.
Hedin and Hegni, however, remained calm.
During deep-floor expeditions, they had witnessed Allen's spell before—
An endless acceleration that transformed him into a crushing war chariot.
He simply never used it in front of his sister, Anya.
With both Allen's and Hedin's magic exposed, everyone fully believed in the existence of "Fiery Golden Eyes."
Only then did they realize—
No wonder this "berserker" had seen through Lady Freya's disguise.
Even the gods themselves could not perceive the miraculous "Divine Transformation" magic.
But "Fiery Golden Eyes" was likewise a miracle of the Lower World.
Only a miracle could oppose a miracle.
"Even without using magic, your fate is sealed," Hedin said quietly, as if sensing something.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Heavy footsteps echoed.
An overwhelming pressure followed.
Every member of the Freya Familia stiffened.
They knew that sound all too well.
Even prodigies like Allen, Hedin, and Hegni could only stand second before this man.
A massive boaz appeared at the end of the street, walking toward them.
A broad, heavy greatsword rested on his back.
Orario's strongest adventurer.
Level 7.
The overwhelmingly dominant—
"King" Ottar.
"Tch. Bad timing. Hurry and finish him," Allen said coldly.
Step by step, Ottar approached.
His gaze was calm.
Only upon seeing the injuries on Allen, Hedin, and Hegni—and the twisted phantom figure—did a flicker of battle intent surface in his eyes.
Since the Great Feud two years ago, aside from within the Dungeon, Ottar had not fought another Level 7 adventurer.
Level 7 monsters and Level 7 adventurers were not the same.
To encounter a Level 7 opponent on the surface—
His battle spirit surged uncontrollably.
The pressure rolling toward him caused Roy's expression to grow wild and heated.
Unlike their previous encounter in the street, the intense fighting spirit emanating from Ottar now made even Roy tremble—
And yearn to defeat him.
Roy glanced at the countdown on his status panel.
Five minutes remained on his temporary Level 7 experience.
He spoke in a deep voice:
"One strike. I will allow you to chant."
Ottar blinked.
The rest of the Freya Familia—including Allen and Hedin—were dumbfounded.
Was he insane?!
Did he know who stood before him?
The strongest adventurer in Orario!
And yet he was giving Ottar time to prepare his most powerful attack?!
His calm, confident tone sounded as though he were the one issuing a challenge—
As though Ottar were the challenger.
But at that moment, Roy and Ottar saw only each other.
Encounters between Level 7s were rare.
Both wished to know the other's limit.
Ottar drew the greatsword from his back and began chanting his short spell.
"Mercy of the silver moon, golden fields—grant my body the fate of the charging boar. Bearing my goddess's will, surge forward!!"
As the chant concluded, golden magical light enveloped the blade.
At a glance, it resembled apocalyptic flames.
The intense radiance created the illusion that the sword had extended and thickened—
As though a coat of golden boar's fur covered the weapon.
By allowing Ottar to prepare his "strongest" strike, Roy's Adventure ability activated.
His already maxed parameters rose once more.
Every stat surpassed 1500.
Yet when they approached a certain threshold, it felt as though an unbreakable wall blocked further ascent.
Roy understood.
That was the domain of Level 8.
With only an H-rank Adventure ability, he could not cross it.
But this—
Was more than enough.
His confidence did not stem from numbers alone.
He possessed a skill—
Blood for Blood.
According to the fluctuations of his emotions, it returned the damage he suffered severalfold upon his opponent.
Memories of the dangers during his expedition surfaced in his mind.
A trace of fury flickered in his eyes.
The wounds he had sustained in battle against Allen, Hedin, and Hegni began emitting crimson energy.
Threads of scarlet gathered along his blade.
To the others, Roy now appeared entirely different.
"Come, 'King' Ottar!"
Both men charged simultaneously.
"Fall back!!"
Hedin and the others sensed the terrifying magic saturating the air.
Their faces drained of color as they fled in panic.
Roy and Ottar, propelled by Level 7's monstrous parameters, met at the center of the street in an instant.
Blood for Blood — Fivefold Return!
Roy activated his skill and swung the crimson-veined blade.
The red sword collided with the golden greatsword.
The blades did not even touch.
The violent magic surging between them forced them apart.
The night sky blazed—
Split into two halves.
Red and gold.
The resulting shockwave erupted outward in a raging tempest.
Buildings, trees—anything touched by it—
Were instantly annihilated.
Allen, Hedin, and the others stared in disbelief at the clash.
Any adventurer below Level 4 who approached would likely be crushed to death by the aftershock alone.
At the epicenter, the two figures gripped their weapons desperately, pouring every ounce of strength into them.
Under Ottar's fierce gaze—
The crimson energy began to overtake the gold.
The golden blade lost its brilliance.
Boom!!
At last, Ottar's greatsword reached its limit.
Everything above the hilt shattered.
Ottar's massive body was blasted back over a hundred meters.
He crashed through a stone wall.
The air was forced from his lungs as the masonry behind him trembled.
Cracks spread—
Then the wall collapsed with a thunderous roar.
Dust filled the sky.
"King" Ottar—
Had fallen.
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